#MoShangLiu

[nibbelraz]

Moshangliu being cuddly for the lovely @harpieisthecarpie!

[hayateart]

Is it ShangLiu or LiuShang? I am very much into Moshangliu right now but how do we call it when it's only Qinghua and Qingge?

For that matter is it MoLiu? LiuMo? MoGe?

Anyway, I am working on next Moshang comic and a Moshang fic but it I ever do something for SVSSS after that, it will be Moshangliu for sure. They all deserve love.

[livingmeatloaf]

Wrote some modern AU MoShangLiu fluff, if that strikes your fancy ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52310608

stay the night

Summary: Liu Qingge's first date with Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua goes so well, he invites them over to keep talking. When they inevitably sleep over, he wakes to a pleasant surprise.

Stats:

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Relationship: Liǔ Qīnggē/Mòběi-jūn/Shàng Qīnghuá

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Dates, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Accidental Sleepover, Fluff, The power of the tiddies

Language: English

Words: 1,489

[monroeknoxwrites]

Magic Touch

"Qingge is so good with his fingers," Shang Qinghua moaned.

"Don't make it sound obscene." Liu Qingge shoved him from his lap, Shang Qinghua rolling away with ease.

"How can I help myself? Your fingers work magic on me," Shang Qinghua sighed, stretching like a contented cat. He let his limbs flop on the bed, sprawled in a boneless puddle.

"Ignore him," Mobei Jun interrupted. He settled his hulking frame across Liu Qingge's lap. For anyone else he'd be heavy enough to make their legs go numb after too long.

"Lower back?" Liu Qingge asked, used to this invasion of his personal space.

"Yeah."

Without wasting time, Liu Qingge kneaded his knuckles along bare skin and stiff muscles.

This had become a regular routine for them. Shang Qinghua, hunched at his computer desk for hours on end, often ended the day suffering from tension headaches that spread to his shoulders. While he kept the specifics to himself, Mobei Jun had an old childhood injury that flared on odd days.

Liu Qingge spent his childhood participating in every sport and physically demanding activity he could, resulting in minor long-term aches and pains. He learned to how to loosen some of the knots by himself. When Mobei Jun was couch-bound by the twinge in his back one day, Liu Qingge rolled up his sleeves and went to work, ignoring the initial growled threats.

Ever since then he set time aside for them at the first sign of a complaint. Shang Qinghua would whine until Liu Qingge finished whatever he was doing and drag him into the bedroom, blushing at Shang Qinghua's inability to keep it from sounding lewd.

Mobei Jun approached it like a big cat demanding attention — forcing his way into Liu Qingge's lap or glaring at him expectantly.

At the moment, he had his face in his crossed arms, nearly purring as his body relaxed under Liu Qingge's touch.

"You seem really rough at first but it's amazing once you're finished," Shang Qinghua murmured, eyes closed.

"Are you talking about his massage or something else?" Mobei Jun snickered, muffled by his arms.

"Why do I do anything for either of you?" Liu Qingge huffed, his high cheekbones dusted pink.

Shang Qinghua rolled closer, resting his chin on Mobei Jun’s shoulders. It earned him a halfhearted swat to the backside but he stayed put.

“Let me do you next!”

Mobei Jun shook slightly with silent laughter as the hands working on his back faltered.

“I meant massaging his legs,” Shang Qinghua said, affronted. He returned the swat back on Mobei Jun’s bicep.

“No, you’ll mess it up.” Liu Qingge dismissed him outright.

“How will I mess it up?” Shang Qinghua moved into position beside Liu Qingge’s outstretched legs, copying the firm motions. Poorly. “See? It’s easy.”

Liu Qingge kicked at him but the overgrown house cat occupying his lap made it ineffective. “Stop that, you’re not helping!”

A strong arm wrapped about Shang Qinghua’s waist and yanked him away. He was relocated as Mobei Jun’s pillow, helpless to move under his weight.

“Leave him be.”

Grateful for the assist, Liu Qingge went back to work, fingers stilling as Mobei Jun added, “Until he’s done with me.”

“I’ll deal with you both when I’m finished.” His threat had the opposite effect — both of them casting an anticipatory smirk back at him.

I’m never doing this again! Liu Qingge thought, throwing himself into the task.

This too was part of their routine.

AO3 Link

[breadandblankets]

20 questions writer meme.

thank you @crimsonrainseekingflower for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

101,970

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MXTX (SVSSS, TGCF), Fallout, Batfam, Bungou Stray Dogs, and i just started writing for S & D Tier

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the window to the soul (and other such fallacies): scumplane fixit/romance told through weekly tea breaks i fell in (to a burning ring of fire): moshang fast burn strangers to married in under 5 hours a conversation i just can't have tonight: moshangliu chronic pain au pt 1 extreme hurt very little comfort and all this devotion I never knew at all: tgcf he xuan gets Hugged!!!! Agenda!!!! this has baby ghost kings and cuddles and v strong XL til the morning when it's time for us to go: msl chronic pain au pt 3 shangliu dates extreme fluff very little hurt, except for mbj he's suffering

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! usually!! i just like to let people know that i am appreciating their appreciation.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

thats fucking Hard cause i put some of them svsss boys thru some Shit, probably life is a current which cannot be fought which is less a fic and more of an archived twitter thread in which SQQ gets angsty drafts of PIDW and are trying desperately to stop it only for it all to go horribly wrong and everyone dies! it ends with cumplane! cause im evil! i should reformat that into something readable tbh

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

besides my hugging ghost kings agenda uhhh probably my dear atlas (let me hold the sky for you) which is a tianlang-jun/yue qingyuan crushing (like the cuddling method)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yep! i delete it

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes i do! any kind really, ive got everything from trans lesbian threeways to getting dommed by an actual literal computer tower (and a soft spot for tianyue which features a penis haver using a strap on)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

only one! its ongoing and a tgcf/dc fusion in which jason todd comes back as a ghost and gets trained by HC and HX (with secret guest appearance from BWX if anyone is paying attention ;) ): so i can find someone to rely on (and run to them)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no? i dont think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but i have had someone make a podfic!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

if you count twitter threads? or someone coming up with an idea and i expand on it? otherwise nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

impossible choice but uhhh idk maybe moshang? maybe?

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

in the morrows, good mourning a moshang serial killer/mortician au, unless i get some surge of inspiration its pretty much dead in the water (unless someone wants to finish it 🥺🙏)

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue/voices

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

whatever the fuck they're doing During the dialogue

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean i do my best, i prefer to have it translated in line

19. First fandom you wrote for?

doctor who by hand in a notebook lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

recently ghost jason! other than that if someone would only want to be sweet and kind (nsfw)

Tagging: @livingmeatloaf @owldork1998 and anyone else who wants in!!!

[tejoxys]

oh son of a bitch, I reached the bottom of the moshangliu tag

[honeyrins]

[SVSSS] People expecting SQH to be the weakest in moshangliu is my favorite trope bc yall that’s Literally God ❄️💛🖤

[bohacowa]

Happy Valentine’s! Remember to smooch your local tsundere!

[vodkassassin]

LiuShangMo and LQG seeing MBJ being handsy with SQH and throws hands. That's *his* squirrelly fellow Peak Lord! SQH is scared and horny, while MBJ is dazed and like "Oh no I want both" while getting thrown through walls.

Wow Cher, go take a drink of water, you sound a little thirsty there 👀

I think I gave Shang Qinghua too much power in this... eh. When you snap, you snap! He deserves it. @cherfleur

—

Shang Qinghua drops the scrolls onto the large, ornate desk with a heavy sigh, wiping one hand across his brow. He looks down at them and contemplates just leaving them there for future-Qinghua to deal with, but the voice of reason at the back of his head makes a sarcastic quip about how well that always works out for him, and how he’s always so exhausted whenever he finally does return from a long day only to find unfinished work that he’d procrastinated, and so he resigns himself to sorting through them now.

Each scroll gets slotted neatly into its respective shelf above the desk, a miniature library of diamond-shaped holes that expand just above the area of the workspace. There’s another shelf to the left of the desk that rises up from the floor and reaches halfway up the wall toward the vaulted ceiling, veritably filled with even more scrolls and work that honestly Shang Qinghua would love to never have to ever think about again, but….

Even if he never actually signed up for this, it still is technically his job. So.

He slides scroll after scroll into the loose system of organization he has going on here, far less complicated than the one he’d had to design for the actual, legitimate library of the Eternal Winter Palace. Shang Qinghua can still remember the soul-consuming, absolute horror he’d experienced the very first time he’d walked into that place, when Mobei Jun had been showing him around, years ago. If he hadn’t remembered the details of the demonic history he had plotted for this part of the Realms in his first life before, then he certainly knew all of it and then some after he’d been forced to, for the safety of his own mind, reorganize the entire, expansive ancestral libraries of the ice demons. An endeavor which had taken him just under a decade to complete.

The demons, it seems, had little to no sense of organization in their lives. They just wrote down what needed to be written and then stashed said document or scroll into the dark library to never be seen again. Heavens forbid if anything needed to be dug up for later referencing. No fucking wonder the political atmosphere of the demon realms were so stagnant and slow.

Anyway. They weren’t like that anymore! Shang Qinghua has since taught them all better. Every single demon in the palace, from Mobei Jun to the youngest kitchen maid, knows the system of organization that Shang Qinghua has worked so hard to put into place, as well as what would happen if any of them were to ever attempt to somehow mess it up.

“Hey,” a bored and impatient voice sounds from behind him. “Are you done?”

At the demand, Shang Qinghua turns away from his desk and gives his companion a narrow glare.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me,” he shoots back, annoyed.

Liu Qingge’s arms are crossed over his chest, and he glares right back at him from where he’s leaning against the door of Shang Qinghua’s palace suite.

He mutters something, and Shang Qinghua raises an eyebrow, planting one hand on his hip. “What was that?”

“I don’t trust these demons. Had to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?” Shang Qinghua asks, exasperated. “That they’re not planning to attack the sect? That I’m not giving them inside information?”

Liu Qingge scowls. He’s such a scowly man. Shang Qinghua doesn’t remember writing him like this. “No,” the swordmaster says shortly. “I— We know you’re not. Nobody thinks that, not anymore.”

“Then what are you here to ensure? That I’m safe? Because I am safe, Liu-shidi. I’m safer here than I could be anywhere else.” Thanks to his king, there hasn’t been a single attempt on Shang Qinghua’s life in two years! It’s honestly a new record. It just proves how much of a valued and efficient worker Shang Qinghua is considered in the palace. Makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

For some reason, however, his words only make Liu Qingge even grumpier. The man’s hand clenches around the hilt of his sword and he makes a very angry face. Thankfully, it’s aimed at the ground and not at Shang Qinghua, so he knows that Liu Qingge isn’t exactly enraged with him. The fact that he’s enraged at all, though, is still a little nerve wracking.

Shang Qinghua takes a tiny step back. This makes Liu Qingge glare even more fiercely, and the An Ding peak lord does his best not to tear up out of frustration. What the hell is wrong, Liu-shidi? Please tell him, so Shang Qinghua can find some way to fix it so that you’ll stop looking so scary!

Liu Qingge huffs, turning away from him to stare out of the open door instead of at him, like he’s some sort of guard.

“Shidi…” Shang Qinghua hedges, fidgeting with the tail end of his hair ribbon and biting his lip in thought. Is the man even going to answer him?

“There are many powerful demons in this palace,” Liu Qingge finally says, shortly.

Shang Qinghua can feel his soul already exiting his body. “Liu-shidi! Please don’t challenge anyone here to a fight! They take it very seriously in the demon realm! There’s no such thing as sparring. It’s all just fights to the death. If you challenge one of them, they’ll definitely take you up on it!”

Ah! That was absolutely the wrong thing to say! Liu Qingge glances over his shoulder, face thoughtful and considering, and Shang Qinghua can see the glint that enters his eye at his words.

“Shit, no, I meant — Liu-shidi! Liu-shidi, come back here!”

Too late, Shang Qinghua! He’s already out the door, stalking down the hallway like a tiger on the prowl. Fuck Shang Qinghua’s life, honestly. The An Ding peak lord’s shoulders slump, and he hangs glumly from where he’s grabbed onto the door frame, staring down the now-empty corridor with dead eyes.

“Please behave, Liu-shidi,” he whispers. It’s a prayer that he already knows isn’t going to be answered. “... Goddammit.”

Since it’s highly unlikely that Shang Qinghua would catch up to his fellow peak lord before Liu Qingge could make good on his desires and goad a fight out of someone, he decides to leave this, at least, as a problem that is definitely for future-Shang Qinghua to worry about. He closes the door and walks mulishly back over to the desk, grabbing a scroll off the shelf and sitting down to get to work on calculating the tax deficiencies for this month's collection from the merchants in the capital.

Because there is always deficiencies, and the treasury staff of the palace are…. They’re just not really mathematicians. They’re just highly susceptible toward making too many mistakes in the overall count, and mistakes only exist to make Shang Qinghua’s job more difficult. So, he’d long ago told them to just worry about the count of their own departments, and leave the final calculations to him.

It’s a good hour later that the door opens again, and Shang Qinghua is so deep in the slog of long multiplication that he doesn’t even notice someone else is in the room until a large hand settles roughly over his head.

He sits up with a startled sound, lifting his hands to right his hairpiece that’s been knocked askew, even as his face is forcibly turned around and he gets a big eye full of bare chest and black furs.

He blinks, and then jolts out of his chair to stand at his feet and give the scowling Mobei Jun a bow. “M-My king! Forgive me, I didn’t see you come in.”

Shang Qinghua cringes at his own words, glancing fleetingly up from beneath his eyelashes at the demon, who only continues to stare down at him in a glower. Why is his king so goddamn scary all the time? Doesn’t he have any other expression? Why is he so much like Liu Qingge?

And why, oh heavens why, is it so attractive?

You useless fucking gay, Shang Qinghua berates himself from the safety of his own mind. Focus! Let’s do our best not to get beat up today! We’ve been doing so well!

“U-Um, my king…” he tries, hands desperately trying to both keep his hair in order but also not rudely knock the king a hand away. “M-My hairpiece….?”

Mobei Jun’s icy cold stare moves from Shang Qinghua’s face up to his previously neat half-bun, and he finally removes his hand. The peak lord breathes a sigh of relief, fixing his hair while the king takes half a step back and instead looks over his desk, where there are half open scrolls and an ink stone that has been brought nearly to the end of its usefulness.

“You’re working?” Mobei Jun asks, reaching out to touch a finger to the edge of one of the scrolls.

Delicate, tiny vines of frost swirl out from beneath his fingertips and into the paper, and Shang Qinghua makes a noise of panic as he reaches forward to snatch the scroll out from under his King’s hand before the ice can ruin the paperwork.

Mobei Jun retracts his hand, expression dark.

“M-My king…” Shang Qinghua quails, stuffing the scroll into a random empty space on the shelves, disregarding the organization system entirely. He takes the smallest, tiniest step backwards, but the desk hits the back of his legs.

“Shang Qinghua.” Mobei Jun says, simply. It’s enough to send the alarm bells ringing in the peak lord’s head.

The king reaches out the same hand, Frost still costing his long, pale fingers, and Shang Qinghua uselessly ducks his head as if there is any way he could possibly dodge the touch.

He expects his king to grab him by the ear, or the hair, or even the chin like he so often does, but instead the wall next to Shang Qinghua’s desk explodes.

Hm.

That…. What?

Shang Qinghua opens eyes he doesn’t recall ever closing, to stare incredulously at the spot where Mobei Jun had previously been standing. The king is no longer there, the room entirely empty except for Shang Qinghua himself, and here is a large, gaping hole torn in the wall to his left.

It takes a few seconds for Shang Qinghua to reboot from his shock, but once he does he slowly walks over to the hole and climbs over the rubble and debris that decorates the floor and peers out of it into the outer hall that it now connects his suite to.

Ah, there his king is, several yards away, brows pulled down in a deep scowl and blade crossed with a rather vicious and antagonistic looking Liu Qingge.

Shang Qinghua figures that he should have probably guessed.

He watches the two in silence as they go at one another as if they’re trying to kill each other, as they most probably are. Liu Qingge makes to go for his king’s throat, but Mobei Jun summons a jagged spear of ice to redirect his blade and bring his own blade, shimmering and blue just like the outer walls of the palace, around toward Liu Qingge’s unprotected side.

Liu-shidi isn’t the peak lord of Bai Zhan for nothing though, and quickly reveals the weakness as only a bluff, taking advantage of the placement of Mobei Jun’s blade to strike out with his leg and disarm the demon of his sword. The weapon shatters against the ground, and Mobei Jun summons a spear to replace it.

Shang Qinghua steps away from the hole in his wall, gazing wordlessly at where there had once been a shelf. Of scrolls. Neatly organized scrolls. Scrolls which had been filled with data and information that Shang Qinghua still had need of. Paperwork that was either already completely or still awaited completion. He can spot some of those scrolls littering the ground, many of them partially or entirely destroyed by the rubble.

Shang Qinghua brings up a hand to press his forefinger and his thumb down against the sides of his nose. He runs at the bridge, attempting to preemptively lessen the impending migraine, already knowing it would be futile. The clanging and clashing of swords in the hall over isn’t helping.

He steps back toward the hole. His foot catches on a discarded scroll and sends it skittering across the floor. Shang Qinghua feels like crying, a little. He takes in a deep breath.

He watches silently as the scroll hits the frame of the door and rolls to a stop at a pair of boots. Shang Qinghua follows the legs attached to said boots and up until he sees the face of a servant demon standing in the doorway, staring at him in stunned surprise. He watches as the demon glances over at the hole in the wall with wide eyes, as he takes in the mess of rubble on the floor and, finally, Shang Qinghua sees the exact moment the demon spots the buried scrolls.

The blood drains out of the servant’s face, and his eyes flit over to stare at Shang Qinghua. The peak lord isn’t sure what expression he’s wearing, since he’s been doing his best to keep it as blank as possible, but whatever is in his eyes makes the demon take a step back.

The servant sketches a hasty bow, turns tail and runs.

Huh.

Shang Qinghua steps back over the rubble to stand on the hole in his wall. His shidi and his king are still at one another’s throats, snarling insults and causing damage in the interior structure of the corridor. There looks to be another hole in the wall, in the very near future, and —wow! Shang Qinghua clenches his trembling hands in the sleeves of his robes, and jumps down from the hole and into the corridor.

He’s had enough! Did anyone up there hear that? System? God? Shang Qinghua has had enough for today!

The An Ding peak lord stalks over to the two opponents currently fighting to the death in the hallway beside his room. They’re so absorbed with one another and the next possible move they could make against each other than they don’t notice Shang Qinghua approach until he’s already got his hands fisted in their collars.

Shang Qinghua floods the musculator of his upper body with his own qi and gives a sharp, vicious tug with both arms. There are twin noises of surprise as both his king and his shidi go tumbling to the ground.

They whip around to stare incredulously at him, both of them offended and incredibly pissed, teeth bared. They look so much alike in this moment that if Shang Qinghua wasn’t just as pissed himself, he might have laughed.

“Shang Qinghua—!”

“What the hell do you think your d—?!”

“Shidi,” Shang Qinghua hisses, and Liu Qingge abruptly rears back, words cutting off.

Mobei Jun falls equally as silent, sitting up to regard the two of them silently, his analytic and battle-oriented mind likely trying to puzzle out what has the fierce warrior that he’d just been fighting on equal footing so hesitant to interrupt the weak and pathetic scribe that Mobei Jun has before used as his own punching bag. His king is so incredibly observant! It sucks that Shang Qinghua is way too mad right now to appreciate it like he normally would.

Liu Qingge shifts onto his knees, sword held over his legs in one tight fist, and he glares up at Shang Qinghua with a clenched jaw.

The An Ding peak lord isn’t having it, though. He’s way past the point of having it. He can already feel the migraine coming on.

“What the fuck,” he demands, “do you think you’re doing?”

Liu Qingge only continues to glare at him without reply.

Shang Qinghua reaches down and unsheathes his blade. Mobei Jun’s eyebrows rise up in obvious surprise at the move, but the king remains silent.

“What,” Shang Qinghua says, “were either of you thinking?!”

Mobei Jun frowns. “Shang Qinghua, you speak like that to this king?” He finally demands, eyebrows scrunched in anger.

“No, my king. No. Forgive this one his impudence, but,” Shang Qinghua holds up a finger, “shut up. Shut up, or I’m going to shred your body through a woodchipper and serve the remains as a shaved ice dessert to your court of bureaucratic idiots at the next feast. Shut up.”

Mobei Jun blinks in outrage, but doesn’t appear as if he knows how to respond to that. He glances between Shang Qinghua, who continues to stare down at his shidi, and Liu Qingge, who glares back.

“Shidi.”

Liu Qingge hunches his shoulders. “He was going to grab you. He should not have tried.”

“You tore a hole in my wall, Liu-shidi! You destroyed my shelf, and half my paperwork and scrolls! You put me back months in terms of work! Months! Liu-shidi!”

Liu Qingge gruffly turns his head away, belligerent scowl on his face. He clutches his sword in his lap like he wants to use it again, but isn’t yet sure on what.

Mobei Jun leans over into Liu Qingge’s space.

Liu Qingge narrows his eyes at him.

“What’s a woodchipper.”

The Bai Zhan peak lord glares. “I. Don’t. Know.”

“Both of you, look at me!”

Mobei Jun stares back at the swordmaster, eyes growing more and more intense, and Shang Qinghua grows more and more furious the longer these two toddlers ignore him.

“... What is shaved ice?”

“Isn’t it self-descriptive?! Shut up!”

Shang Qinghua drops his sword carelessly back into its sheathe, having not drawn it completely free to begin with, and slaps both his hands to his cheeks in frustration. He lets out a growl, glare fixated at the ceiling, before reaching forward to grab his martial brother by the collar.

“My king, Fix the wall with your ice for now.” He says, not even considering the fact that he’s ordering around Mobei Jun, something he’d normally never dare to do. He turns on his heel and begins to drag a sullen and red-faced Liu Qingfe behind him as he goes.

“Liu-shidi, come with me. You’re going to clean up the mess you’ve made, and then you're going to redo any paperwork you’ve lost me. Do you have any idea how many months worth of work you just destroyed? I am going to fucking flay you alive with nothing but a pair of chopsticks, Liu-shidi!”

Liu Qingge slumps in his hold. The man doesn’t even get to his feet. He remains seated stubbornly on the ground and mullishly allows the still-ranting Shang Qinghua to drag him across the floor and away from the silent Mobei Jun, who stares after them in confusion. The Bai Zhan peak lord crosses his arms and scowls, not meeting the king’s eyes.

After they leave, Mobei Jun regards the hole in the wall of the corridor and how, beyond it, Shang Qinghua’s workspace is completely demolished. He wonders why the man hadn’t just gone back through the hole, instead of walking the long way around.

Then, he spots the half destroyed scrolls that clutter up the floor, and winces. Ah.

[veilchenjaeger]

My brain has decided to briefly fixate on unhinged Scum Villain ships tonight.

We've moved on from Moshangliu and are now on Tianlang-jun/Yue Qingyuan

[ilthit]

WIP share meme

Rules: Posting a list of current writing works in progress. Feel free to ask me for info on any of them, whether snippets of writing, plot details, main characters, etc. Send me a title listed below and I’ll share something related to it. ;)

Thanks to @eldritch-elrics for the tag! Everyone go tell him to finish that cucumberplane fic, I want it.

I'm tagging @slow-burn-sally @buster-kitten @merfilly @rubynye

OK so for the purposes of this, I will split my "WIPs" into categories, because some of them barely deserve to be called WIPS.

Basically finished but either in editing or waiting for exchange/big bang reveals

Psych, I can't tell you, they're for exchanges. But there are three.

There is some actual text that I have produced instead of just outlines

Lord of the Rings

Translation of Slow-Burn-Sally's "Just This Once, My Lovely" (Grima/Eowyn) which you can read in the original English here.

Original

"Lord Bolworth's Birthday Party" - A smutty Wodehousean style adventure book. Outlined, fun to write, but so low pressure that I have barely written for it in over a year.

"The Prince of Sarashtang" - A fantasy arranged marriage story, ran out of steam but still kinda wanna pick up.

"Red Dancing Shoes" - A 1960s LA murder mystery which is probably not gonna go anywhere but I'll at least give the draft another read before giving up.

"Werewolf" - A werewolf gamebook that got a little too complicated and so ended up languishing.

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Impy's unnamed co-op Moshangliu fic (I wrote a scene, hope it makes it into the final, and that there is a final)

Fic only named "Ace SQQ fic?" at the moment which I have one full outline for but I'm not sure if I wanna take it in the direction of the outline, hence the question mark. It involved Binghe wanting a proper demonic-imperial wedding with pomp and circumstance and SQQ's brainworms crawling out.

Just outlines/placeholders but I have ideas and a real intention to actually write them at some point

six outlines for two exchanges, which obviously I cannot tell you about

Scum Villain

"Dom SQH Moshang" - yeah that's the whole idea, but I should probably drop this as it's not really my ship. Idk man! But writing is exploring! Maybe if I hold it in enough different angles I'll figure it out.

"Shen Jiu's soul returns" (can you tell I name my fics only after they're finished) - Canon divergence where Tianlang-jun and Zhuzhi-lang end up summoning the other Shen instead.

"SXY reveal (Makings of Fate extra)" - enough people commented on my "Makings of Fate" fic with puppy eyes "but will they find out about SXY" so I guess I should write this.

"Liushen" - LQG cures Without a Cure.

There are also art WIPs but I think that's enough sharing (and it's only rarely I get to work on art).

[ao3feed-scumvillain]

Callings and Comfort

by loveaghostking

“Liu-shidi, I know you’re there,” Shang Qinghua laughs lightly at him, “may I come in?”

Liu Qingge knows his shixiong will be persistent, so he acquiesce’s with an affirmative hum.

Shang Qinghua approaches the edge of the bed, but doesn’t get too close, staying a respectable distance away. Liu Qingge tries to keep his chin held high, as though this isn’t the worst nest ever created and that he isn’t having a fit. It’s harder to maintain eye contact than he would have thought, though.

Luckily, Shang Qinghua breaks their eye contact, but that means he’s perveying Liu Qingge’s haphazard nest. “You were nesting?” he asks.

----

LQG jumps to conclusions and wildly under-appreciates his value but luckily SQH is there to help.

Words: 3248, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Moshangliu Figure It Out

Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Mòběi-jūn/Shàng Qīnghuá, Liǔ Qīnggē/Shàng Qīnghuá, Liǔ Qīnggē/Mòběi-jūn/Shàng Qīnghuá

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Mòběi-jūn, Omega Shàng Qīnghuá, Omega Liǔ Qīnggē, Nesting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Infertility

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39518880

[svsssartreblogs]

SVSSS Art Reblogs!

Welcome to the SVSSS Art Reblogs tumblr, a sideblog by @unforth​. I reblog any and all art content I can find for the fandom. (two exceptions: I will not reblog explicit content depicting underage characters, and I will not reblog artwork depicting a ship between characters who are, in canon, related by blood.)

If you see me reblog a repost, please let me know so I can delete it - reposts are never okay! I do reblog “reposted with permission” posts of artists on other platforms (and occasionally, I make those kinds of posts myself). I have made a good faith effort to not reblog reposts, but obviously mistakes happen - when they do, let me know, and I will correct the mistake by deleting the reblog in question.

You can view the spreadsheet I use to organize this blog here.

Feel free to ping me in your creations so I can reblog them!

-unforth

Love other danmei? Want more art on your dash? I also run...

@mdzsartreblogs

@tgcfartreblogs 

@cnovelartreblogs (includes many smaller danmei, baihe, and other Chinese fandoms) 

@dmbjartreblogs

@zhenhunartreblogs

@erhaartreblogs 

@tykartreblogs

Maybe check um out, and never forget to support artists by liking, but especially by reblogging their work!!

Tag List:

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This blog is the least heavily moderated of my three MXTX blogs. 

I tag major warnings including: blood tw, body horror tw, cannibalism tw, drowning tw, dubious consent, harm to animals tw, homophobia tw, lemon (for NSFW), mcd, mpreg, necrophilia tw, rape tw, self harm tw, smoking, strangulation tw, suicide tw, transphobia tw. Other major warnings will be added as they come up.

Every artist is tagged, but they are too many to list in a master list like this one. Check out my master spread sheet for more information on artists!

Characters (in a separate post)

Ships

bingcest (luo binghe/original luo binghe)

binghua (luo binghe/shang qinghua)

binghualian (luo binghe/hua cheng/xie lian)

bingjiu (luo binghe/original shen qingqiu)

implied bingjiu

bingjiuyuan (luo binghe/original shen qingqiu/shen yuan)

bingjun (luo binghe/mobei jun)

bingliu (luo binghe/liu qingge)

bingliushen (luo binghe/liu qingge/shen qingqiu)

bingqiu (luo binghe/shen qingqiu)

implied bingqiu

bingqiuxiao (luo binghe/shen qingqiu/gongyi xiao)

bingxian (luo binghe/wei wuxian)

bingyuan (luo binghe/shen yuan)

cumplane (shen qingqiu/shang qinghua)

fangqiu (mu qingfang/shen qingqiu)

gongshen (gongyi xiao/shen qingqiu)

gongzhi (gongyi xiao/zhuzhi lang)

huaqi (shang qinghua/qi qingqi)

hua cheng/shen qingqiu

jiang cheng/liu qingge

jiang cheng/luo binghe

jiang cheng/tianlang jun

langxiao (zhuzhi lang/gongyi xiao)

liu qingge/he xuan

liu qingge/tianlang jun

liufang (liu qingge/mu qingfang)

liujiu (liu qingge/original shen qingqiu)

liulang (liu qingge/tianlang jun)

liushang (liu qingge/shang qinghua)

liushangshen (liu qingge/shang qinghua/shen qingqiu)

liushen (liu qingge/shen qingqiu)

implied liushen

liushenyuan (liu qingge/shen qingqiu/yue qingyuan)

liutian (liu qingge/tianlang jun)

liuyuan (liu qingge/shen yuan)

liuzhu (liu qingge/zhuzhi lang)

mianying (luo qingyang/ning yingying - MDZS crossover)

mingling (liu mingyan/sha hualing)

minglingying (liu mingyan/sha hualing/ning yingying)

mingning (liu mingyan/ning yingying)

mingyang (ming fan/yang xiyuan)

mobingcumplane (mobei jun/luo binghe/shen qingqiu/shang qinghua)

moshang (mobei jun/shang qinghua)

implied moshang

moshang are dads

moshangliu (mobei jun/shang qinghua/liu qingge)

moshangliufang (mobei jun/shang qinghua/liu qingge/mu qingfang)

mushen (mu qingfang/shen qingqiu)

ningling (ning yingying/sha hualing)

ningqin (ning yingying/qin wanyue)

qijiu (yue qingyuan/shen qingqiu)

implied qijiu

qingming (qu qingqi/liu mingyan)

qingwan (shen qingqiu/chu wanning)

qishen (yue qingyuan/liu qingge)

qiu haitang/qin su

qishen (yue qingyuan/shen qingqiu)

ranbing (mo ran/luo binghe)

selfcest

shanglang (shang qinghua/zhuzhi lang)

shencest (shen yuan/shen jiu)

su xiyan/tianlang jun

tianlang jun/jin guangyao

tianyuan (tianlang jun/shen yuan)

tianzhu (tianlang jun/zhuzhi lang)

xiaoying (gongyin xiao/ning yingying)

yangliu (yang yixuan/liu qingge)

yingfan (ning yingying/ming fan)

yuange (yue qingyan/liu qingge)

yuanqi (yue qingyan/qi qingqi)

yuebingliushen (yue qingyuan/luo binghe/liu qingge/shen qingqiu)

yueliushen (yue qingyuan/liu qingge/shen qingqiu)

yueshen (yue qingyuan/shen qingqiu)

yueyuan (yue qingyuan/shen yuan)

zhufang (zhuzhi lang/mu qingfang)

zhushen (zhuzhi lang/shen qingqiu)

zhuzhi lang/wen ning

Platonic Relationships

liu siblings

shen jiu is shen yuan’s parent

shen yuan and shen jiu are brothers

Alternate Universes

animal transformation au

deaging

fantasy au

historical au

modern au

role reversal au

science fiction au

creature aus

bear person

bird person

cat person

demon

dog person

dragon

fairy

fox person

ghost

god

hamster person

merperson

mouse person

tiger person

vampire

fandom aus

disney au

greek mythology au

inu yasha au

studio ghibli au

Common Objects, Motifs, and Animals

alcohol

bears

birds

bunnies

cats

cucumber

dogs

fire

food

foxes

gender swap

hamsters

horses

mice

red string of fate

smoking

snakes

tigers

Media Types

animated gif

chibi

comic

fan animation

laughs

Other Fandoms that appear in these works:

the husky and his white cat shizun

mo dao zu shi

thousand autumns

tian guan ci fu

word of honor

[livingmeatloaf]

New fic! Finally playing with my version of Tianlang-Jun's sister in a fun happy imperial AU. Crossposted from Twitter.

🐍Emperor Haolan-Zun takes no shit

🐍But she loves her family

🐍Tianxi happy ending 🥺

🐍Background Moshangliu, because who do you think I am

🐍Zhuzhi doesn't say much in here but he is very prominent and the best boy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43897566

[image IDs: title block for The Wonderful Burdens of Being an Elder Sister (even if you are the Emperor) by InsanitysxCreation, split into two pictures. The first is the title and summary, second is the stat and tag information.

Summary: Tianlang-Jun's sister, the Emperor of the United Demon Realm, hears about his human girlfriend. She bends her considerable political power to make his happy ending happen, even if it is a headache. Ah, the things we do for family.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi, Other

Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Relationships: Tiānláng-jūn's Sister | Zhúzhī-láng's Mother/ Zhúzhī-láng's Father, Tiānláng-jūn's Sister | Zhúzhī-láng's Mother & Tiānláng-jūn, Sū Xīyán/Tiānláng-jūn

Characters: Tiānláng-jūn's Sister | Zhúzhī-láng's Mother, Zhúzhī-láng's Father, Tiānláng-jūn, Zhúzhī-láng, Sū Xīyán, Mòběi-jūn's Father, Mòběi-jūn, Shàng Qīnghuá, Liǔ Qīnggē, Assorted Cast

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Imperial AU, Tiānláng-jūn's Sister is the demon realm emperor, Can it be an OC if the canon basically gives you nothing?, Political Nonsense, Arranged Marriage, Background Moshangliu, pregnancy mentioned, Baby Binghe shows up right at the end, so many snakes, Happy Ending

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-1-13 Words: 3309

End ID.]

[monroeknoxwrites]

Skate Date

Liu Qingge smacked into the solid wall that was Mobei Jun, arms gripping tight onto a stationary object for dear life.

Above him, Mobei Jun rumbled, "Who knew there would be an outdoor activity that bested the great peak lord Liu?"

"This is basically balancing on two swords," Shang Qinghua taunted as he skated circles around them. "I suppose cultivators only know how to do that in the air."

Liu Qingge glowered, the effect lost from his position clinging to Mobei Jun's waist. "You were a cultivator too."

"A fake cultivator," Mobei Jun corrected. He detached Liu Qingge and swung him towards the moving target of Shang Qinghua. In that short distance Liu Qingge's legs wobbled, threatening to slip out from under him.

"Watch it!" Shang Qinghua grunted, barely holding himself upright with Liu Qingge hugging his neck. Usually it was impossible to get him to be so close in public.

Adjusting to this new world had been a trial for both Mobei Jun and Liu Qingge — the lack of socially acceptable violence for one. But Shang Qinghua was finding little ways of easing the process. As well as lowering his stress levels in the process.

The outdoor ice skating rink proved a brilliant idea. It was one of those secret skills he wrote into Mobei Jun's character, an inside joke for himself amid the drudgery of publishing ten thousand words a day. He didn't need to teach him at all! Liu Qingge on the other hand...

"Ah, Qingge, you're choking me." Shang Qinghua clawed at his neck, swaying dangerously.

"Stop moving," Liu Qingge barked.

"Pathetic."

Before Liu Qingge could challenge him for the insult, a firm hand clasped him on the arm. Shang Qinghua took the hint and held Liu Qingge's other hand. Red faced and stiff, Liu Qingge glided awkwardly between them as they made a circuit about the rink. With the anchor of Mobei Jun and using Shang Qinghua for balance, he no longer worried about falling.

"People are staring," he muttered. He would yank his arms free but then he’d land in an undignified heap on the ice.

"So what?" Mobei Jun cast a frigid glare at a group of old women frowning in their direction. In another world they’d be skewered by icicles. In this one, they scrambled to the exit.

"They're not staring at us. They're wondering how a man as big as him can skate without breaking through the ice."

"Do you wish to test my strength?"

Shang Qinghua hugged Liu Qingge's arm, hiding behind him. "No no no, I'm fine skating with Qingge."

"Calling my name so casually. Shameless!" Liu Qingge felt too warm in his puffy jacket.

“I prefer skating with Qingge as well,” Mobei Jun spoke at his ear. They were pressed in closer at his side now, this demon and their supposed creator, their fingers laced with his gloved hands.

Liu Qingge found this activity pointless — people aimlessly going in circles on a slab of ice for no discernible reason.

But he kept his complaints to himself for a little while.

AO3 Link

[tux-kate]

New fic!

This is the first of my GFM gift fics, as thank yous for donations to Sascha’s GFM

This one was supposed to be 240 words. It’s uh. 740. So I’m clearly really good at sticking to length, eh.