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Binghe 🎀

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QH: The cow onesie was a mistake! 😭

Prompt for #Moshalloween2024 and #MonsterMonth2024

Happy spooky month, my fellow moshang lovers! 💗

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The only day scummies have because no one else has an official bday. 😭

Happy Shizun day!! 💗

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Mobei Jun with that GQ magazine photo set.

Headcanon: Sunburnt from summer shenanigans with someone surnamed Shang. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Besties in the PH, I moved my sh💗p to a website, all my relevant links including my Etsy for international orders, in the QR! 🙇🏻‍♀️

https://hiroshi-project.shopboxo.io/hiroshi-project

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Prompt 2: Amusement Park

So here’s carousel Moshang ft Horsebei Jun ngl I think I’m about to turn this into a shirt or tote print, it gives me sm happiness. 💗

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Art I’ve done for scum summer prompt on twitter! Mobei jun is my favorite.

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I’ve also made a Facebook page recently, I would be super grateful for any support there. 🙏🏼 It’s an archive of my projects including WIPs for my dolls and merch, doodles, BL/danmei photography and events.

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Apparently it’s international airplane day and since Qinghua doesn’t have an official bday, I’m gonna celebrate it today. May your May 26th be full of airplanes shooting towards the sky. 😚💕

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A Little Sweetness

"Ow!" Shang Qinghua was having the worst day. His tooth ached and a dentist appointment confirmed that he had to get a dental filling for a tooth. 

Besides the heartache he felt after paying an exorbitant fee, he felt a dull ache from all the scraping he had to endure at the dentist's. Qinghua shuddered as he remembered the ordeal. 

Mobei pushed his cheeks together, the warm palms squeezing the plush flesh. “Are you still eating too much sweets?”

“No I’m not!!” QH protested as much as he could— which isn’t much, as MBJ continued to squeeze his cheeks like his personal stress ball. 

Squish

Squish

“Okay, okay, if QH says so, but maybe I should still see for myself.” MBJ looked at him teasingly, with a mischievous look in his eye,

“just to be sure.”

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Mbj began his earnest pursuit. Kissing at his jaw, down to his chin, slowly making his way towards his lips and closed the distance between them.

Qinghua covered his lips with his hands, his face starting to have a tinge of pink, seemingly baked by the warmth of the sun.

“Will Qinghua let me in hmm?” MBJ smiled, coaxing the hand that blocked his lips with kisses, wearing down his defenses with all that urging.

But QH was sensitive!! Not even in a sexy-breed-me way but in a-my-teeth-still-hurt-from-being-scraped-and-filled-in kind of way. 😩 

“No!” QH pouted, a blush steadily climbing up his skin which only made MBJ want to tease him even more. So childish yet lovable all the same, he thought. 

Mobei Jun took that opportunity to trap Qinghua's arms, as he kissed more fervently. A hunger building up from the pit of his stomach as he slowly left gentle bites; a pleading in the guise of tugging on QH’s lips. 

“Are you sure?” MBJ smiled knowingly. 

Qinghua's eyes darted down, he couldn't look at Mobei jun or his resolve would crumble down.

And crumble down, it did.

It didn’t take long until MBJ was sucking on his tongue while rubbing his hands across QH’s lower back.

Qinghua could feel himself stir, it didn't help that Mobei Jun's hands already knew which buttons of his to press. He was already feeling lightheaded when MBJ felt his way towards his inner thigh. He was at his limit!! He gasped for much needed air, breaking the kiss, much to both of their disappointment.

"I thought you’ve been cutting back on sugar, so why do you taste so sweet?" MBJ whispered in his ear.

Qinghua groaned and forcefully put his head on MBJ’s shoulder. He wanted to bang his head on the wall. THAT WAS TOO CORNY!!!

He should’ve cringed but for some reason it went straight to his heart instead. He's so frustrating! He squeezed MBJ into a tight hug and bit his shoulder to vent.

"N-no, that should be wrong. I told you I was cutting back. Why would I need sweets, when I have you?" FUCK. FUCK. HE WAS WORSE FOR PLAYING INTO IT.

He wanted to stay on the crook of MBJ's neck like an ostrich hiding but MBJ’s shoulders started to shake from holding back a laugh. QH was about to get defensively angry, but was suddenly stopped with a light kiss on his forehead. 

"What do you want to eat? I’ll make you what you want."

Ah, forget it. He loved this man too much to care anymore.

[END]

Everyone else trying to ignore them at the dentist’s: 🧍🧍🧍

I’m kidding, they're at home, I just wanted them to be so in love its insufferable. 

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Binghe is making lemonade straight from the source! It’s Zestzun!!

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I need Bingge yuan harem. Concubine SY, especially if he was bride napped. I want Bingge jealous of his own harem bcus it feels like punching cotton the way SY’s well adjusted and unbothered.

Bing: WDYM HE’S NOT ANGRY I HAVEN’T TURNED HIS NAME PLATE?? WHY IS HE NOT SCHEMING?

I want all the hallmarks of palace intrigue!!

SY getting sick from a lack of firewood in his palace. ZZL, his servant, stopping BH’s palanquin at the risk of death. Bowing to the emperor to ask for an imperial physician.

And Bingge trying to be nonchalant, but follows after the physician, asks the royal kitchen to make the most precious nourishing soup. ((He eventually cooks it himself after being so worried)).

Bingge’s interest starts to build. Secretly going (peeping) in the royal gardens as SY spends his time observing the flowers in full bloom. Trying his best to casually make an entrance.

Bingge’s bday banquet comes along, with priceless gifts stacked as far as the eye can see.

SY (w/ no powerful backing) procuring a small jade charm and medicinal sachet with hand embroidered details. Bingge directly asking for where SY’s gift is and keeping it on his person.

And every time after they meet Bingge thinks SY would invite him to stay the night, but he doesn’t. Bingge doesn’t need to ask, he knows. Taking SY as a concubine was a joke. But now he was getting serious about wanting him, to want it. For wanting SY to ask for it.

So he pulls his wild nature back and pretends to be soft and harmless. He always flips his name plate but never stays the night. Sometimes SY plays the qin for him, or sings, sometimes it’s just sending gifts or conversations during meals. Bingge wants his company the most.

Hell, maybe I can introduce a common enemy which allows the northern and southern kingdoms to unite (and get my moshang fix).

SY decides to follow Bingge in war while the rest of the harem stays back. He says he isn’t as delicate and he would follow Bingge through this hardship

Bingge doesn’t allow this but SY sneaks out anyway. With only the clothes on his back, some food and a dagger he travels up north to be w/ Bingge.

(Angst) Of course he’s captured along the way. And forced to become a courtesan. They meet again with SY under a new identity as a gift in the name of diplomacy.

Bingge feels betrayed, all this time? Was it all for this? Was he meant to fall in love and give away his kingdom?

After months of not seeing each other, all the hurt, confusion and longing was surmised in Bingge’s “is he good in bed?”

And he didn’t mean to say that. Especially seeing SY’s eyes glisten and his lips upturned in a sad smile. But the diplomat said how well behaved he is, how good he is.

SY bowed down and answered “my services have always been top notch.”

They fuck. Not in the way he imagined; Nothing of that sort of slow and careful lovemaking w soft whispers and laughter. There was no tenderness at all.

As SY expertly swallowed his dick, rather than bliss there was a feeling of loss in his heart. His most precious treasure, how did he become like this?

‘Was this your plan, all along?’

‘You can think what you want.’

And with that there were no more words between them. Only heavy pants and bruising bites and lots of kisses.

There were time when Bingge thought SY loved him. Maybe it was when he tried pulling out and SY locked his ankles around his hips begging him to stay inside. Maybe it was when he willingly put his arms above his head as Bingge restrained him roughly or maybe it was how he looked at him, tears falling, back arched trying to accommodate all that Bingge could give.

But Bingge would not think of that anymore. The peace talks commenced, the world condemned this stupid emperor. Honey trapped!! By a male courtesan at that!!

Most changed their mind and thought that they would be better off being a vassal state, cursing the emperor.

What the world didn’t know was the rivaling kingdom never meant to let them off. As drought became worse and tithes more absurd, the people only suffered.

Of course SY has had been slowly feeding the North intel with the help of ZZL. 🤩 He used his unique position to learn their schemes but did not tell Bingge.

At this time Bingge was essentially on house arrest, to ensure that they would push through with the treaty.

The Northern Consort schemed while his husband raised their joint army, readying to storm the rivaling kingdom.

They battle it out, and the forces of LBH and MBJ win decisively.

SY looks for Bingge, afraid of being left behind, of being disdained for the rest of his life.

In true palace intrigue fashion, he comes in time, just as someone was about to plunge a dagger into Bingge. He sacrifices himself instead.

There was no need I love yous or I’m sorrys. He knew he was loved. maybe it was a change of heart? Bingge thought.

But talking to MBJ, Bingge realized how wrong he had been. How painstakingly he helped, hiding in plain sight. And through it all, how he carried it all alone.

ZZL tended to his master choking back sobs. He could not help but feel aggrieved.

‘I should have stayed with him, this was all my fault. I should have never listened to him.’

‘What do you mean?’ Bingge arrived shortly after.

‘My master, told me to buy food in the city. I knew he was hiding something.

He left me a letter saying not to worry, that he’ll be running after the emperor’s envoy.’

‘I looked for him but only found his horse and drag marks in the soil. Later I heard he was taken by force.’

Bingge’s knees buckled from the weight of this revelation but he still crawled towards SY’s bed. How harsh had he treated him the first time they met again. How cruel were his words?

As Bingge grasped that gift SY painstakingly made for his birthday, he whispered, ‘SY, wake up, I will never wrong you again in this lifetime. Please wake up.’

But there was only a deafening silence in response.

SY woke up 5 days later, thank god that dagger was not poisoned or it would’ve been a different ending!!

Bingge tended to SY since then, practically a roundworm in his belly. The harem could NOT even visit him for long periods of time lest they draw the ire of a very jealous emperor!

Food was always prepared by Bingge. A truckload of new exquisite clothes was received. It was rumored that SY was so favoured that his palace was inlaid with gold, silver and precious stones.

But more than changes since then, they’ve decided to return to how they were. Bingge would visit him while SY played for him or sang. SY would frolic in the royal gardens, but this time Bingge would accompany him.

And when Bingge was invited to stay the night? They lay a white sheet on top of their bed rather quickly, yet spent the night in an almost torturous simmer. Getting reacquainted w e/o bodies between lots of hot kisses, bruising grips and soft laughter.

The outside world thought it was a truly ridiculous situation. A foolish emperor who surrendered it all for a male courtesan. And a male courtesan who was worth a whole kingdom, yet haphazardly threw his life for an impending puppet emperor.

But as the story was passed on, and the truth was revealed, the once absurd tale was changed to a story of an enduring love between the emperor and his favored male concubine.

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Bingqiu thoughts

There’s this post on twitter about the possibility of Bingqiu fighting about money because SQQ grew up as a 2nd rich gen while Binghe grew up poor. So what if they decided to leave their sect and start w/ only the clothes on their backs?

I still think if they were poor Binghe would work more jobs to get them by so SQQ wouldn’t feel wronged for choosing him. And SQQ would see his silent struggle and consciously pick lower grade items.

When they have a bit more money, Binghe saves up for softer robes for SQQ.

SQQ makes money teaching locals to read and write. SQQ buys him something more frivolous, like a fancy comb. (You can’t get the rich 2nd gen out of him).

It gets used everyday and it’s Binghe’s favorite thing. SQQ uses it on him daily, to tie his hair up before he starts his day.

Meanwhile, the robe is only used during special occasions when SQQ needs to look his best.

A robe and a comb. BH gives SQQ something practical that he thinks too precious to use frequently. And a comb made of ostentatious materials yet worn from years of using daily.

It’s very much how I think they love and want to be loved. Binghe would want the best for his shizun, his nicer robes would give a glimpse to how he was as a CQM peak lord; the way LBH revered him as. And it would be very comfortable. SQQ likes that it’s very lowkey and I think he only wears it on special occasions to preserve this gift for a long time. Much like how he may not be as showy in his affections, but keeps these deeply in his heart.

Meanwhile, I think SQQ as an ex-rich young master would gift something more flamboyant. Something precious and tasteful to show his love for Binghe. He’d think, this is worthy of the protagonist. But more than this, what Binghe enjoys is the daily care he receives through this gift. Something as simple as having his hair put up by his beloved, shows him he is loved everyday.

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Soft Moshang thoughts // a little intimacy

Mobei Jun is a strong man. A force that loomed over all, striking fear in men and demons alike. MBJ is a powerful man, the king of the north whose influence stretches as far as the eye can see, only second to Luo Binghe.

Nothing about him says weak, nothing about him screams a need to be protected. But there was once a boy who looked at his family lovingly, a boy whose sincerity was trampled in the mud, who longed to be spoiled and coddled but was met with a neglectful father and a scheming uncle.

It’s been years since then, and while the scars of the past have yet to dissipate, they have quietly faded. Now he had someone waiting for him in their sleeping chamber, someone who would get worried when he got hurt, someone who would check up on him if he goes missing, someone who was even willing to die for him.

He arrived at the bathing quarters with much enthusiasm. His little consort had been waiting for his return.

“My King, I’ll be serving you today.”, QH said, in a respectful bow.

“What are you trying to do now?”, he replied, bemused.

“This servant, only wishes to give his king the utmost satisfaction”, QH said seriously, and after lifting his head, playfully wiggled his brows.

The head crown, elaborate accessories and layers of clothing were slowly stripped in front of QH, much like a shedding of pretenses kept up by the northern king.

The waters were a little warm, but he would gladly compromise for this feeling of bare skin against bare skin.

Qinghua lathered MBJ in soap and started massaging his stiff shoulders, his thumbs circling from one end to another. He’d stroke along either side of his spine and then slowly back up leaving goosebumps along its path.

“Hmm, good.” MBJ, said contently.

Then QH made his way to his arms. He grasped them with both hands, squeezing every inch of muscle all the way to his fingertips.

“Why do I feel like I’m being taken advantage of?” MBJ protested with closed eyes, in between sighs.

SQH was in the middle of pulling each digit, he paused and bit his finger in protest. “Who would dare take advantage of you?”

MBJ opened one eye to look at the other, who looked guilty for eating tofu.

“Shut your eye, I can’t concentrate!” QH said, while lightly pinching his cheeks.

QH sat at the edge of the tub and guided his head to the plush of his thigh. He slowly stroked from the base of MBJ’s neck to his temples, then gently added more soap on his head. One hand shielded his face from the water, while the other carded through his hair.

MBJ felt his breath hitch, as QH massaged his scalp carefully, as if afraid that the slightest pull would hurt him. He was treated so, so gently. Such a sense of fragility was foreign to him. But as QH deftly untangled his hair, in his hands, he felt like the most prized porcelain.

His breathing steadied, deep and unhurried. He turned his head to pepper soft kisses on QH’s thigh as if to show his gratefulness for the attention.

Time stretched on like this. With nothing but the sound of water trickling, soothing caresses and the smell of pine. The Northern King, in this moment, was but an ordinary man, basking in an ordinary love.

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Moshang thoughts again.

I think about Mobei Jun who never had to learn how to interact esp w humans. Since his uncle’s ploy, he had grown distrustful and only talked when necessary. So now he gets flustered and unable to counter once Qinghua learns to lightly tease his king.

It’s both a pain and relief. It took a lot of coaxing but QH can now joke and tease him. MBJ’s partner was forged in the fires of internet discourse. He ate slander for breakfast. Looking forward to the day he teases QH in Chinglish via osmosis tnx to the best anti-fan. 🥒

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Experiencing Binghe baby fever. Boop his snoot, kiss his mark, squish squish.

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Head Disciple Binghe x Young Master SY #Bingqiu thoughts

Sometimes I think about Binghe that didn’t have to lose his parents. Didn’t have to go through the abyss and didn’t have to fight for the acknowledgment of his Shizun.

He’d be the darling of the demonic and cultivation world; doted upon in his younger years and a respected cultivator after his coming of age. He’d be self-assured, almost cocky, the way young masters who have never experienced being wronged are.

But Binghe would always have the skills to back it up, besides his innate talent, Su Xiyan, head of HHP, made sure that his son was grounded and hardworking. In fact, he commands HHP when his parents would up and travel for months at a time.

He’s forthright, which he learned from his mother, yet empathetic and charming, which he got from his romantic father.

I still think Bingqiu would be a thing. They meet as desk mates (borrowing this @/Gusu Lan arc) and wouldn’t hit it off at the start.

SY has always admired Binghe from the stories he’s heard from his older siblings. Binghe, the leader of the next generation. He looked forward to meeting him.

Imagine his surprise when the first day of his excursion led to sparring with said leader of the next generation and his humiliating utmost defeat in .005 seconds. He wanted to look cool in front of him but he can forego this embarrassment. It’s okay!!! This was expected from Binghe!!

But what was not okay was the harsh training at HHP. SY could not help but feel a little resentful towards BH. He was the third son in a merchant family. His family’s cultivation was in refining pills and artifacts, you could say it’s 80% marketing and 20% refining even, so he had never done hard labor in his life!!

He almost regretted saying he would join HHP for the summer instead of joining another sect specializing in botany and alchemy, which was his specialization.

Binghe, as the head disciple in charge of training, provided a plan that was standard in his sect. While he does enjoy seeing this pretty gege scrunching his brows, pursing his lips, flushed like a tomato during drills, (Heh.) he does feel pity and gives him a little less reps.

But it’s in the study portions where SY shines. LBH is astounded with SY’s encyclopedic knowledge.

Reminiscent of the child-like wonder he experienced as TLJ told him stories before bedtime. Of monsters that can swallow suns and plants with roots so deeply in the earth that it shakes. He learns later on of course that these were mere exaggerations but at that time, as SY babbles on about plant no. 4892, he could not help but feel that same fascination.

Their relationship starts getting better. Binghe would pick his desk mates brain despite knowing (some) of the answers, the other would prattle on, patiently teaching.

From an outsiders point of view, LBH looked indulgent, a soft smile ever present on his face, while his deskmate would fan himself while explaining, obviously enjoying the attention. And who could blame him?? He was teaching THE Luo Binghe! From then on, Binghe would teasingly call him Shizun.

Despite SY being slightly older than BH, he is the youngest son, (he has 1 meimei) in their family. Compared to Binghe who was raised to meet certain expectations, SY had a more unrestrained behavior. If he wanted a snack, he would get it. If he wanted to nap, he snuck it in.

And nothing could stop Binghe from doting on him on their free time. As an only child, he never had someone to spoil or play with so he recaptures some of his childhood like this. Sharing snacks, showing parts of HHP and sometimes sparring in the fields between laughter.

But SY’s pride cannot take being coddled, he’s older than him! so he dotes back. Bringing him refined pills for his cultivation, sending in some rare herbs and animal skin. (He is working his nepo baby network overtime!)

When he teaches BH during self-study, he compliments him when he gets things right while patting his head. And how BH thrives from being dotted on, now at his grown age! LBH feels lucky.

He found someone, who was not only smart and chatty, but was thoughtful and indulgent towards him. He… he really liked SY. Meanwhile SY found himself even more gently stroking his hair. He can’t wait to share to his siblings how the great LBH was completely docile from his head patting. SY could not help ruffling his curly hair, almost pulling. (As for what that would awaken later on, we won’t discuss.)

They part after that summer, but keep in touch through letters. Both feeling a longing to meet. SY decides to pick up a sword and learn how to fly it. He can definitely learn it and fly to HH and casually meet BH. His siblings give it a week til he gives up. But surprisingly 1 week turns into 2, then a month, then on the 6th month he could fly long distances.

His nausea was still as bad as ever but he can endure, he will learn how to endure. As to why he didn’t tell Binghe though? he didn’t know why he wanted to keep this as a surprise.

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The Immortal Alliance Conference was upon them, and SY had received BH’s letter and how he might not be able to respond as quickly for the time being. But in fact, he was very much aware of the event. He even haughtily bet a few hundred spirit stones when someone mockingly said LBH would not place.

No one could escape his scalding critique had anyone even breathed wrongly towards BH. The public ate their melon seeds while watching another one succumb to that monster. They could not outbid him and even more so, out talk him. What a rabid fanboy. He gained notoriety overnight.

So imagine their surprise when the conference was over. How LBH saw SY, how he ran and hugged him, bombarding him questions of how he got there. LBH showing a small cut the size of a nail, a slight glassy look in his eyes as he retold his hardship and triumph.

The passersby knew it was an exaggeration, they were all watching him effortlessly kill the demons!! His confidence practically oozing. Even the ladies fainted against such charisma. What is this?? The fiersome leader selling meng??

AND THE DEVIL INCARNATE, who ate his every opponent in a bloodless battle, was suddenly a gentleman, waving his fan with a sweet smile, talking softly while patting the champion’s head.

WTF??

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They take a few more years of friendship before eventually tying the knot but their families have long known each other since those two have been inseparable. SY spends his days at HHP in the summers while LBH goes with the other’s family in winter. TLJ still feels a little sour in his heart that his son would spend his bdays w/ SY more than them.

The 2 men were even more sticky when they got married. Waking up, preparing meals, cleaning up, lounging, it’s as if they could not get enough of the other. The Regret of Chunshan exists btw, but rather than an angsty story of abandonment and conflict, it is said that they just, really, really loved each other for a lifetime.

(Of course the papapa is front and center!! LMY writes about a rich, young master fanboy and his seemingly respectable cultivator idol having loving, disrespectful, s/ex. She delivers always!)

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3 am Moshang thoughts:

Remember when demon courtship and liking is hinged on physical dominance? So I think what if after learning how fragile humans are, Mobei-jun discovers the next best thing— hugs?

It starts off as a thrill from putting his arm around QHs waist during court meetings, when he thinks no one can see under the table. (Everyone pretends to be blind, THEY’RE SITTING ON 1 THRONE PLS!!).

Other times, his hugs are tinged with possession, a quick arm over the shoulder when other demons look one too many seconds at his lover. Like this, QH would playfully elbow him, eyes teasing.

MBJ pays him back on the many days he secretly portals to An Ding. Amusement plastered on his face as he gives surprise back hugs that earns him a squeak and a weak protest. A guarantee of work postponed.

But on days that work keeps his beloved, MBJ would wrap him tight in a bear hug. The peak lord is prone to overworking but overworking with a 200lb blanket, that sighs and sends death glares to paperwork? Like this, QH gets forced to taking better care of himself.

At night, MBJ welcomes the numbness on his arm as he holds QH to his chest. He looks into the face pillowed on his arm and gently pats his back to the rhythm of his breathing, which lulls them both to sleep.

But out of all the hugs, nothing makes MBJ feel more enamored than when QH jumps into his arms. He relishes the slight shift in his gravity, the arms the snake around his neck, the legs that wrap on his waist and kisses on his face, welcoming him home after a short parting.

END.