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tmb soy ecuatoriana y fan de binghe!! ya te adoro, basta. mucho éxito en todo, tu arte es precioso y espero que sea disfrutado por millones

AAAAAA separad@s al nacer?? esta misterioso esto. mkfjsdj MIL GRACIASSSSSSS en serio significa hartísimo para mi, gracias por el apoyo :'''') <3

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dinner date?

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to build a brace

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jayvik for my incredibly self indulgent dunmeshi au that no one asked for

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young hero

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lets defy god and nature... as partners <3

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nothing says true love more than washing your lovers hair while he bitches about his annoying coworkers 

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jayce drools in his sleep viktor told me

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eh jayce we need to cook

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waiter!! more jayvik please

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Y'all aren't ready for this heartbreaking majesty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62561371

Thanks to @svsssbigbang for organizing this year's event!! I had an absolute blast 💖 it was an honor beta-ing for @matsinko and @vebokki & @sintiadaria have unleashed some incredible art for this project 🫣 look out for further posts by @matsinko today to check em out!!

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my piece for the #SVSSSBigBang! 

based on the incredible fic Helpless is the Heart by @matsinko which you should go read right now immediately

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vikkies

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Sneak peek from my post-canon Bingqiu fic, written for the @svsssbigbang in collaboration with the absolutely fantastic @sintiadaria and @vebokki whose wonderful art I cannot wait for you to see! It couldn't complement the story more beautifully. I’m also endlessly grateful to my beta readers @lieutenantruby and @sun-turner for their invaluable feedback!

A story of healing, where love grows not despite their struggles, but because of them.

Text version below:

Excerpt from 'Helpless is the Heart' by matsinko

Binghe lifts his head, meeting his shizun’s gaze again. That small, gentle smile has returned, and it pulls at something raw and aching in Binghe’s chest. He wants to say something, anything—but the words stick in his throat. He feels pathetic, facing this man who means everything to him, and yet all he knows is that he does not deserve him, not like that.

Instead, he reaches out, his hand brushing lightly against Shen Qingqiu’s as if anchoring himself. One touch—selfishly, he’ll allow himself as much. He’s not sure what he’s holding onto—this moment, this fragile peace, this man who is everything he’s ever wanted.

Shen Qingqiu follows the movement, gaze sinking into where their hands meet. He does not scold Binghe, nor does he pull away. Instead, he asks, “Do you not trust this master, Binghe?”

The words are a well-calculated question, gentle but pointed. Shen Qingqiu knows how to press where it counts—not out of cruelty but to elicit the answer he wants. He’s always been like this, and Luo Binghe would always follow. He stiffens now, feeling affronted despite himself.

“There’s nobody that I trust more, Shizun,” Binghe replies quietly, though the tension in his voice betrays his turmoil. His fingers curl slightly, brushing against Shen Qingqiu’s again. How can he even begin to express his fears?

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hi hello!! my commissions are open 🦦✨ pls dm me if you're interested orrr you can also contact me at vebokkibus@gmail.com 📧 rbs are v appreciated!

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morning routine

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zaunite alcohol is um. pretty strong