#wip folder asks

[space-writes]

heyyyyy i'm here for random interesting notes/facts about claws pls + ty

(ask me about the contents of my wip folder)

i am always down to throw out random claws facts~

fun fact number one! the names of all the demons and where i stole them from:

- spider → Arachnis (adapted from arachnid) - moth → Mohden (adapted from the Old English Northumbrian mohde) - centipede → Hunterada (adapted from the proto-Germanic hundarada, hypothesised to be an early word for hundred (hunda (hundred) rada(count)) - worms → Vermeste (adapted from the name of an obsolete taxon used by carolus linnaeus and jean-baptiste lamarck for all non-arthropod invertebrates) - wasp → Guespen (adapted from Old French guespe, which became current French guêpe (wasp)) wasp took forever because all the old words for wasp that i could find initially were just. wasp. but spelt slightly different. wasps were always wasps, apparently

fun fact number two! for draft 2 i'm reworking Alice to be more Pacted (the way i kinda initially wanted her, but she didn't come out exactly right), and her new Pact stuff is very fun:

Pacted to Hunterada. Sacrificed [redacted] and gifted her [TBD] in exchange for fortune. Hunterada drops manifestations out of her, that are constantly growing inside her new organ, to be able to manipulate reality in small ways around her so she can always get what she wants (like making people passing want to come into her club, not the next one down the road; to click on her video, not ignore it; for people who buy her sludge to always avoid getting caught.)

so she's gonna be way more Pacted-looking, with weird little demonic sludgey centipedes crawling out of her skin! v excited for the extra layer of body horror it will add to the book

[hedonists-den]

Sobbing on the ground and begging for Royal Desires bestie

For you, a lil snippet of the next Aaron chapter that I'm currently working on!

I will say, to avoid Misleading the Audience™, Aaron is NOT interacting with Lillian in this scene. He's being naughty.

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“You must forgive my absent-mindedness," Aaron chuckled softly, swirling his wine as he leaned back against the alcove wall. "I seem to be rather distracted this afternoon.”

Her smile was warm and sweet as she turned to place the decanter on the central dining table behind her. "No apology necessary, Your Highness. Though, if you are troubled, I could always fetch you something stronger.”

A faint sway in her hips drew his attention like a moth to flame. He lazily traced the subtle curve of her backside as she lingered there, like she was daring him to look. 

“No need,” he muttered, low and smooth. “You are already proving to be a far more pleasant distraction than any strong drink.”

She straightened slowly, glancing over her shoulder just enough for him to see the blush in her cheeks. “I am pleased to be of service, Your Highness. In whatever you might need.”

[ladyofcrowsandcoffee]

Hi!

Would love to know what 'babysitting Sorcery' is about! 💖

Isa gets emergency babysitting duties after her oldest niece Aririssa who just turned 5 has her magic come and sets the kitchen on fire. It's just fluff that has her niece interacting with Isa's various other Tav friends,Isa being the best aunt, Rolan being convinced Aririssa is a wizard, the building of a pillow fort, and making someone dress up as a fairy or princess. Just some happy post game fluff

[arrthurpendragon]

See original story and makes me want to know more « Mail Order Bride » !

There isn't a whole lot in that folder! But I love reading good mail order bride stories and I figured should I ever venture into the original story realm, it might be there! I'm sure I could figure out something good there! :)

[katabay]

sento/banjo :)

[beetlethebug]

i am thinking about lucanis asking rook to act out a scene from one of his romance novels. bonus points for fem!rooks or normally submissive rooks being asked to take the lead because i think it's extra tasty. lucanis who has gained enough courage to ask rook to read novels aloud to him because their voice is a comfort, and he finds that there is nothing better than laying his head in their lap, their hand idly scratching at his hair as they read to him.

but, perhaps in a way to get himself used to rook saying filthy things to him, the novels he picks start becoming smuttier in nature. and rook does not bat an eye--they read them just the same, fingers tracing idle paths along his temples, sliding down to rest heavy and warm at the base of his neck as they read passages that leave him flustered and aching. but he's good at locking those feelings inside--even as Spite revels in the heat in his blood, vocalizing his desires to deaf ears. "We want. Rook. To treat us. Like this." Declared when the novel's protagonist presses a thigh between the male lead's legs, forcing them open and growling something licentious into his ear.

some of them are softer, too. things that border on simply domestic. a novel where the submissive partner cooks a meal and performs acts of service. hand-feeding the dominant, no sexual act in sight. service and adoration, tender acts of care and affection. a desire tucked within his heart, offered up with the hopes that rook will allow him this. that rook will want the same.

and rook has learned to read Lucanis--is aware of the way he squeezes his eye shut and braces whenever they read a praise aloud. the way his breath hitches when they read a fanciful novel about Antivan crows and the male lead is tracing a blade along the muscle of the romantic interests' neck. how sometimes his thighs will press together, and a little noise will escape, and Lucanis will simply hide his face within their thighs and murmur one swear or another as he tries to disappear.

eventually, rook broaches the subject. soft, and easy, casual in an attempt to keep him from freezing but catches him off guard regardless. "you know, lucanis, these don't have to just be things we read about." a hand scratching at his scalp, a low hum as he sputters and his mind races through every possible fantasy he and Spite have been crafting for the past few months. "You can tell me whenever you're ready, Lucanis." A pause, grin sharpening before they add, "I prefer good boys who tell me what they want."

It is very, very difficult to keep Spite from taking over and kissing Rook senseless.

Eventually Lucanis settles on a passage he feels is safe enough. Brings the book to Rook with hands that don't tremble, despite the fear in his heart. Points out every passage he had lovingly marked, admits the little tweaks he had made with them in mind. And Rook, who loves him more than the sun and the moon, who would do anything he asked with a smile, tells him they'd be more than happy to try. And perhaps the scenes aren't always like the books, but they are perfect. because rook is the one taking care of him, and there is no one else he would trust himself with.

[grubus]

tell me about wife hunt yqy??

wife hunt YQY!!!

Basically an omega au, where YQY is revealed to be an omega at a meeting between sects. Due to PIWD Plot Reasonings, this leads to a demand for a "hunt", where the winning alpha gets to claim and mate him.

SJ is fucking pissed.

Not only didn't he know YQY was an omega; HIM!!!! But no, there is now also the fact that RIVAL sects wants to claim YQY, clearly as a political move. After all, CQM is the number one sect! If, say, a high ranked alpha from HHP manages to claim YQY... well that would SUCK.

On top of that, he always fucking knew LQG was a dishonorable piece of shit, because the brute has decided to join the wife hunt as well. Clearly SQQ has no other choice than to join to ensure that YQY's honor is kept.

Just... a fic where YQY has to try very hard to get away from people while 100% hoping his Xiao-Jiu catches him, meanwhile SJ and LQG are murdering so many alphas in this hunt and also constantly trying to stab each other as well.

I've spoken about this idea before but I just really love it so much! I look forward to writing it all out one day. I think it would be very, very funny. Especially if SJ almost catches YQY early, but he assumes YQY took pity on him and gets so pissed off that he chases him away, demanding a "proper challenge" while poor YQY is truly just. So flustered about having face planted just because he caught SQQ's scent.

[persnickety-doodles]

Spar 👊

[hedonists-den]

Royal Desires has me so intrigued, I'm a sucker for royalty tropes

I have a full Pinterest folder for Royal Desires with rough references for setting, character, and attire that I always have open while drafting. And I knoww Pinterest has become a bit of a cesspool of all AI art, and I hate it, but there aren't a lot of better options that I'm aware of yet.

Anyways, here's a look at my character board:

Top left to bottom right: Lillian (but chubbier, obv), Prince Aaron, Nadia, Barnabus, King Grayson, Miss Morrissey, and Col. Hugh.

[djarins-cyare]

Here from your WIP post - please tell me about Refugees From TV Land?!

Yay, I’m so glad someone asked about this one! 🩵 It’s one of my favourites and the first fic idea I wrote down after finishing Be-All And Endor.

As those of you who’ve read my WIP folder titles may have guessed, I’m pretty obsessed with the whole ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept. One of my most beloved Mandalorian fics ever (Short Debts Make Long Friends by @wrathkitty) features a Reader from Earth, and I’ve already described one of my Earthling!Reader fic ideas here.

Another of my favourite Mandalorian fics is Not My Stars by @keldabe-kriff, which is kind of the opposite – it features Din becoming stuck on Earth. It’s such an intriguing inversion of the ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept that I found myself dreaming up my own spin on how such a situation could come about and what the dynamics would be like. I love the idea of Din being totally flummoxed by things we find normal and the reader having to help him adapt!

Refugees From TV Land is a placeholder title until I can think of something better, but I’ve got the whole thing plotted out and have written a few scenes here and there. I think the best way to illustrate the setup is simply to give you the entire scene where Din arrives, although I don’t really want to give away much more than that for now. So here you go – I hope you enjoy it! 🩵

Refugees From TV Land

BOOM!

You bolt upright as a deafening bang wrenches you from your couch-based slumber, shattering the enjoyable Mandalorian-themed dream you were having. The projector still hums quietly behind you, its vintage lens casting an achromatic glow over the room, though the show has long since ended.

Through the foggy confusion of your abrupt awakening, you scan the room, convinced that something has either fallen or exploded, and a mounting panic hits as you realise Yoda is nowhere to be seen.

“Yoda! Where are you, buddy?” That dog is a menace.

After a few seconds, the patter of claws on the hardwood floor signals your little hound has heard your summons. All you see at first are his huge ears approaching the couch before he leaps up to join you.

“What have you destroyed this time, huh?” you ask, already dreading the mess you’ll have to face.

Yoda huffs at your accusation before bounding forward to lick your face – either in apology or simple affection – and you collapse back onto the sofa, laughing as you fend him off with a few ear scratches. A quick once-over confirms he isn’t wet, smeared in food, or singed. It’s unlikely he’s caused too much damage, then.

“Alright, little guy, whatever it is, we’ll tackle it tomorrow. Bedtime now.” But as you try to kick off the blanket and sit back up, you swear you hear something else – a man’s shout, distant yet discernible.

Is someone outside? You’re about to get up and check when Yoda growls, and a cold shiver of alarm races through you at the possibility of an intruder. This place is so isolated that you’re not sure how to handle such a prospect. You freeze for several anxious moments, watching your dog for any clues about the threat’s origin.

Then, you notice something odd: Yoda isn’t growling at the door or the windows. He’s fixated on the blank wall opposite you, upon which the projector still casts a large square of light.

And that’s when you see it.

Shifting patterns ripple within the light’s confines – undulating shimmers that make the solid wall appear almost liquid, the shapes slowly gaining colour and definition.

Suddenly, Yoda howls, and your focus snaps back to him, only to see him doing his best wolf impression at the ceiling. “What the fuck…?” you murmur.

But before you can reach out to soothe him, a shrill, high-pitched tone slices through the air, forcing you to clamp your hands over your ears. Yoda abandons his howling in favour of barking instead, his gaze fixed once again on the wall. You look up and see… images! They’re faint but unmistakable – as if the projector’s lens is out of focus.

Wondering what on earth it’s projecting (since the DVD has undoubtedly ended), you reach up behind the sofa and fiddle with the lens assembly, twisting the focusing gear to adjust the aperture. The piercing tone has vanished, so you drop your other hand from your ear, noting that Yoda has now fully burrowed himself beneath your blanket.

So much for your guard dog, the little wimp.

As the image sharpens, you hear a man shouting again – but this time, you can make out the words: “There he is! Stop him!” Desperately, you twist the focus gear once more, trying to tune in whatever your projector is inexplicably displaying.

Suddenly, the image becomes vividly clear – a perfectly projected grey hallway with angular walls and glowing strip lighting. Your drowsy mind struggles to make sense of the familiar architecture and fathom why it’s being projected onto your living room wall when, all at once, there’s another boom. You jolt in shock, and Yoda whines from beneath the blanket.

Then chaos erupts in the corridor: flashes of red ricochet off the walls, and your eyes widen as a figure dashes around the corner. A figure you recognise immediately.

It’s none other than the Mandalorian – his silver beskar deflecting the red plasma as if it were mere rain in a summer storm.

What the fuck are you seeing? Is this an easter egg at the end of the DVD or something?!

You watch as Din tucks himself against the wall near the corner he just raced around. He peeks back out and fires a couple of blaster shots back the way he came while Grogu’s little pod zips around the corner, its top closed tight to protect him.

Suddenly, a door slides open closer to you along the corridor, and a stormtrooper steps into the foreground, taking aim at Din’s back.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, fully immersed in the stakes of this bizarre bonus scene. But Din pivots just in time, firing his blaster straight at his would-be attacker. The trooper falls instantly, their own shot going wide and bouncing off the metal wall until it hurtles directly toward the camera…

…and into your fucking living room!

You scream as it impacts the wall above you, desperately wondering if you’re still asleep on your couch and merely dreaming this madness… until Din rushes toward you, shouting, “Is it safe there?”

This is a dream. It can’t be real.

Nonetheless, you nod.

And then he’s running toward you again, stormtroopers rounding the corner behind him, blaster bolts shrieking in your direction.

You cringe as elements from the show you love transform your cosy living room into a battlefield. Red plasma shatters an antique vase on your shelf… it singes your new oak coffee table and custom-made couch cushions… and the Mandalorian you’ve adored for the past four years dives through the wall, rolling to a surprisingly graceful stop on your rug.

Holy shit. This is a dream. This is just a totally realistic, scarily vivid dream.

But the shots keep coming, and the stormtroopers clamour ever closer….

“Close the doorway!” Din yells, rolling to his knees and returning fire through your wall.

Reacting mindlessly to his command, you twist on the couch, stretching up behind you to slam the on/off switch as fast as you can. But as the projector’s light flickers and fades, a few more blaster shots make it through the rapidly vanishing ‘doorway’ – and one catches your outstretched forearm.

The pain is more excruciating than any injury you’ve ever endured. You can’t even tell if you scream; you think you do, but nothing else exists beyond the searing agony of white-hot plasma eating into your skin.

It’s fucking glowing.

With the projector now off, the room is shrouded in darkness save for the moonlight streaming through the windows… and your fucking glowing wound.

You slide back down on the couch, clutching your injured arm and trying your goddamn best not to hyperventilate.

“Hey… let me see,” you hear, and suddenly, your fictional crush is gently cradling your forearm in his soft leather gloves. Din fucking Djarin is kneeling beside you, holding your arm as you hysterically gulp down oxygen and repress the urge to scream. Then, a gurgling sound comes from behind him, and you glance up…

…and wide brown eyes stare at you from between enormous batwing ears that illustrate exactly why you named your dog Yoda. Except… he looks real. A real-life Grogu with fluid movements – so unlike that jerky puppet in the show.

It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. Even your desperate, gasping attempts to take in oxygen aren’t enough to stave off your shocked mind’s overwhelming desire: to just switch the fuck off for a while.

And as darkness encroaches from the edges of your vision, you remain conscious just long enough to feel something tingly being sprayed on your arm. The last thing you hear before you pass out is a modulated voice that sounds remarkably like Pedro Pascal assuring you, “You’re gonna be fine.”

Sure. You will be when you wake up. Because this was all a dream.

Right?

[zepskies]

Hey!

It's really tough to choose which to ask about for the WIP game (I love all your stories).

There were two I couldn't decide between, so can I be cheeky and ask about Over the Bridge and Red-Eye, please? 🩷

Hey there! Aw thank you so much!! 🥰💜

Hahaa you can certainly be cheeky. 😘 And it's interesting you picked those stories, because both of them are my last two squares for Jacklesverse Bingo!

OVER THE BRIDGE

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Soulmate!Reader 

Summary: Your car is teetering on the edge of a rickety bridge. When Sheriff Beau Arlen arrives at the scene to help you, he realizes that for the first time in his life, he can hear his soulmate’s thoughts.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

“You okay?” Jenny said. “It’s not often that you’re at a loss for words.”

Beau shot her a wry look. He opened his mouth to reply, but the voice in his mind grew even stronger. Sharper. Feminine, and desperate.

Hellooo! Can they even see I’m still alive over here? Oh, God. Please. I can’t move…

Beau blinked in confusion, but the sharp tug of fear and dread inside his chest was even harder to ignore than the thoughts in his head—thoughts that were most definitely not his own. It was the strangest sensation…

RED-EYE

Pairing: Jason Teague x F. Reader

Summary: Your best friend is getting married. Naturally, you’re running late for your flight back home to good old Smallville, Kansas, and so is the handsome stranger who saves you.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek:

With wide eyes, you turned back and found your suitcase lying on the floor, on its side, now with two prongs of black metal poking out without a handle. The damn thing broke.

“You gotta be shitting me!” you groaned as you struggled to pick up your suitcase by one of the now jagged beams coming out of it. “You can’t just give up, dude! You’re killin’ me here.”

To be fair, the suitcase was heavy as hell. You’d probably overpacked.

“Hey, uh, miss. You need some help?” You looked up at the question, meeting a pair of green eyes and the handsome face of a young man. His short, blondish hair caught on the overhead lighting, brandishing the ends of it golden.

re: the WIP Folder tag game...

[almostfoxglove]

Freeeee-eeeeyaaaa. Give me that filth idk. 💞

MALLORY okay hear me out. this will likely never see the light of day because I'm HORRIBLE at pwp (no matter how much I'd like to be able to write smut without any plot or context... I always end up writing a fucking novella of background info *wistful sigh*)

SOO even though I gave a little peak at this jackson!joel smut here, I'll give you another peek at the beginning :,) it was originally going to be a christmas one shot but I'd have to rework it at this point HAH

📝 wip folder game

[galaxygermdraws]

ANOTHER Doodle dump of unfinished things. Some of these being. INSANELY OLD. Imp n Skizz themed for the most part this time too!! So. List time, again. Here we go

This is art of me and @vixen-thicket's life series fan season "Blood Life" which is. One of four fan seasons we made. Impulse wins this one, which is what this art is of (after he killed the final alive player, who. Was Scar.)

Little Imp n Skizz return!!! This is Skizz finding Impulse in the End for those new here

Last Life Skizz and Mumbo. Uh. Mumbo not robot body reveal!! He's a silly demon

MORE BABY IMP N SKIZZ. This was before they ran away

Art of my partner's Last Life Skizz <3

I LOVE ENDERSKIZZ I LOVE ENDERSKIZZ I wanted to draw him being horrified by what he is. His mouth is so sore

Bloodthisty Enderskizz is my life. Like bloodthirsty but with a motive

[artsarasp]

(Oh god I hope I’m doing this right🫠) uuuummm ask game with “SOMETHING sy and bingge” ???? I love your art and writing so much it makes me crazy 😔😔😔

You're doing great and I love u, Thank u so much <3

"SOMETHING sy and bingge" is a little one-shot I wrote where SY from syonr meets Bingge in a dream!

I think I can share the whole thing since I'm probably not gonna add anything to it- please forgive the nonexistent grammar, I'm too tired to fix it.

Shen Yuan wasn't aware that he wasn't simply dreaming. 

He might have been. 

If he hadn't left his system on silent, the notification of a brand new side quest would have been a giveaway. 

But as it stood now, he had no clue anything was amiss when the beautiful, dark-haired figure he only remembered from his fanmade posters back home stood in front of him.

Luo Binghe. 

It wasn't his Binghe, his friend was still shorter than him at this point and his demon heritage was still firmly locked away. The man in front of him was- Wow! Truly out of the final chapters of Proud Immortal Demon Way! 

Tall and Handsome, his curly dark hair cascading on his shoulders artfully and framing his face perfectly, letting his shiny zuiyin peek from behind his locks just enough to paint, overall, unfairly beautiful picture. 

No wonder every woman fell into the guy's bed! Who wouldn't?

Shen Yuan couldn't help a little squeal of excitement when he spotted Xin Mo– Xin Mo! Was in his hands! He could act a little excited about it, it was a dream after all! He didn’t have to hold back his inner fanboy 

“Can I hold Xin Mo?” He asked before Luo Binghe could say anything. 

Shen Yuan had paid no mind to how the man had been staring at him until then, his mind probably couldn't come up with more cool things to have this perfect copy of Binghe do. 

Just existing was cool enough!

But now that he was waiting for an answer he paid more attention to the movements of the demon emperor. Luo Binghe seemed startled by the request. He looked down at the sword, then back at Shen Yuan. 

“You know its name. “ He said. 

Shen Yuan scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“Of course I know its name! It's the strongest sword in the world!” What sort of question was this? Brain please make the cool Binghe of his dreams not make dumb questions. 

Luo Binghe's eyes narrowed, then he stepped closer to Shen Yuan. 

He was huge compared to him in his stupid teen body. Shen Yuan might have stepped back if he were awake simply because Luo Binghe's presence was the sort that made you want to shrink back in fear. 

But it was only a dream! It was his favorite character in front of him, in all his glory! He couldn't help the grinning from ear to ear. 

Binghe seemed… confused by this. 

Shen Yuan hummed, still waiting for an answer. He thought, maybe this version of Binghe was slightly influenced by how he saw his own Binghe. This close up, If he looked at him right, with just a tilt of his head to the side he could spot tiny details this version of Binghe shared with his friend. 

Despite the age difference they made the same expression when they were confused, their eyebrows creased in the same way, their eyes darted to the side then back down like always. It made him smile more. 

“Do you know it's cursed? “ Luo Binghe asks. 

“Duh!” He has to roll his eyes again. Really, brain. What sort of questions are you making him ask? “ It's only a dream, what harm can it do?” He says instead. 

Binghe keeps staring at him but this time Shen Yuan is not able to read that expression, it's not like any his friend has shown before. Then a smile paints itself on the demon's face. 

“You can hold the sword if you answer some questions I have.” He says. 

Shen Yuan grimaces. Not even in his dreams can he just have a cool thing! Knowing his brain, Binghe is gonna ask him to recite that poem he's been struggling to copy down in calligraphy class. ugh. 

“Okay, but no questions on the curriculum!” 

Ah, there's that confused expression again. that's funny. 

Binghe clears his throat. 

“Are you Shen Jiu?”

Shen yuan blinks. Who's that supposed to be now? Ah, wasn't that Shen Qingqiu’s name before ascension? bah, it didn't matter!

 “No, That's Shizun. I'm Shen Yuan. Let me hold the sword now” He reached for the hilt but Binghe simply raised it out of his reach. Then he had the nerve to look amused. 

Look at you already abusing your height A-Luo! 

“I said questions.” He mocked. “Do you recognize me? You don't seem scared.”

What sort of interview was this? He crossed his arms. 

“How many questions? Give me a number!” He wasn't about to have his dream end before being able to hold the sword!

The demon smiled. “A thousand.”

“Eh?! That's so unfair, Binghe!” Shen Yuan cried “I'm gonna wake up before even reaching half of that! Heartless! “

The demon seemed even more amused at the teen's outburst. 

Then the hilt of Xin Mo was presented to Shen Yuan. 

He let out an undignified squeal again and reached for the sword. only to have it yanked back up before he could touch it again. 

Unfair!!! He was being bullied by the hot future version of his best friend!!! 

“I changed my mind, I don't want to hold Xin Mo.” He pouted. 

A small laugh left the demon emperor. 

—

Luo Binghe was known across the three realms as the immortal demon emperor. 

He was known by now for taking what he wanted.

 In his search for his “Nice Shizun” he hadn’t thought he’d find so many different versions of him. Sometimes his nice shizun wasn’t his shizun at all. Sometimes it was a nice shishu, sometimes it was a nice stranger, sometimes it was a nice shidi.

This “Nice Shizun” seemed to be the main variant missing from his life, every other world he visited had some version of it, only his didn’t. 

Why, he couldn’t understand. But he wouldn’t wallow in how unfair his life was, he’d stopped doing that when he first hit the bottom of the abyss.

He just needed to find the perfect nice Shizun to steal for himself. Have another version of himself suffer like he did. it would only be fair. 

Maybe the nice Shidi could work.

[savethepinecones]

WIP game: psych ghost gus au

ooh okay so gus is a ghost and shawn is actually psychic on top of having his observational skills. basically shawn still picks up on clues but any time gus adds vital info its technically a legit psychic thing. gus is the only ghost shawn can interact with (think like "spirit guide" type stuff). gus is still afraid of ghosts

[grubus]

Please, as god is good and the day is long, tell me about wife hunt YQY.

Well the details can now be found here!

But here is a tiny cut from it :D

Yue Qingyuan is not the ideal omega.

It is, perhaps, part of the reason why none ever suspected him to be one. His height, his broad shoulders and his bland personality certainly worked against the very concept. His scent, when on suppressants, is dull even for a beta. 

He���s not used to his own scent. It keeps catching him off guard. 

Yue Qingyuan stands in the meadow and watches as the prospective alphas line up. They are all cultivators; many from rival sects. Their intentions are clear, and he avoids breathing through his nose, for every single one of them is projecting their scent and it makes him want to gag. It coats the back of his tongue, so thick he can now taste it despite trying to avoid it all together. 

And then Shen Qingqiu joins the line.