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Not to me, not if it’s you.

I tried to draw demon lord Shen Yuan from Deisderium's fic, "in sheep's clothing"

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for something like this along with everyone being supportive lil’ shits so HERE YOU GO

HERE’S ME BEING BACK ON MY AKIRA/HARU BULLSHIT

Thinking about an AU where Mobei clan leaders get soulmates

Like when they do the whole king ascension thing, their demon mark appears on their soulmate, and a part of the reason Mobei Jun took Shang Qinghua down is because he just knew it would be him

He watches as Linguang-Jun is defeated and SQH turns to him, the mark having appeared on his forehead, a perfect mirror to Mobei Jun’s, only for SQH to tell him how badly his demon courtship has been failing and then leave

Like he just got confirmation that the person he’s loved for the majority of his life is his soulmate, and they can now get married, only for said soulmate to go on about how badly he’s been hurting them over the years and leave.

And poor SQH in some inn somewhere trying to cover this mark with tears in his eyes because, how can he possibly be Mobei’s soulmate when Mobei has been beating him and treating him like an expendable servant all these years

And when linguang Jun find him and he calls for Mobei, and then makes his demands, Mobei gives a very emotionally stunted apology and admits to his anger at SQH leaving and at having been yelled at by SQQ when binghe came to find out what tf was going on w the closed borders

Then SQH does what he does and talks the both of them to an understanding, and they live happily ever after, hurt/comfort style :)

(And get a big giant northern wedding ofc, with no small amount of binghe trying to figure out how to soulmate-trap SQQ like the man isn’t already his husband)

you want to die by his hand so bad it makes you look stupid

"coconuts have water in them."

heres some more stuff of my hualian fanchild, xie bao 🤭

SY and SJ as brothers but instead of SY fixing qijiu's relationship SY is just as vicious about holding a grudge against qijiu

Could you bless us with the tender married janaya pls 🥺

(from this post) yes of course!!!! pls go feral w me over this softness

‘I’m going to wear-‘ Amaya’s hands pause mid-air, ‘-that?’

Janai chuckles, sweeping to her wife’s side to look down at the headdress set on the vanity, put there by no doubt the maids this morning. Trying not to roll her eyes, Janai nods.

She taps Amaya’s arm until she catches her eye. ‘I know it’s...quite ornate, but it’s traditional. It’s been worn by every Queen Consort of Lux Aurea during their announcements of parturiency; I’ve never seen it in-person before, only heard stories and seen paintings of it. I have to say it’s larger, in person. I’m sorry. My advisors insisted on it.’

‘It’ll be...fun,’ Amaya says finally, biting her lip and Janai finds herself staring back at the headdress on its plinth as well.

The morning sunlight glints off the histrionic headdress. It’s wide, two-pieced and attached at the bottom to where it’s placed on the wearer’s head. The crown is the basis of the headpiece, carved intricately with swirls and circles that are natural to Lux Aurea’s architecture. A cluster of rubies sparkle from where they’re inlaid into the crest of the tiara and Amaya’s fingertips brush the jewel in the middle of the chaplet. But the headpiece isn’t just made up of the crown - atop the tiara is a band that holds innumerable, long gold rods. Each line looks like a ray of sun radiating from the coronet that gives off the illusion of a rising sun over the horizon. It’s beautiful, wieldy, and — by the way Amaya cradles it — heavy.

Janai catches the uncertain look in her wife’s eyes. With gentle fingers, she takes the crown from Amaya’s hands, allowing her to sign, and is met with a grateful glance. ‘I thought Lux Aurea liked their Queen Consorts? This looks like a form of torture. How is it supposed to stay on my head as I walk?’

‘The way I walk with my crown,’ Janai signs after setting the headpiece back down on its podium, ‘carefully. You’ll get used to it — just small, measured steps. Inclining your head slowly and keeping perfect posture while locking your neck. I guess it’s to force Queen Consorts to stand straight. Our healers say it’s better for the baby.’

At the sign for baby — crossed arms in front of her chest as if to cradle an infant — Amaya’s hands flutter across her abdomen. Janai knows that even though there’s no physical evidence of her pregnancy yet, according to both the human and elf healers they’ve seen, it won’t be long. She’s almost at eight weeks now, and Janai finds her hands just as drawn to Amaya’s abdomen even though there’s no more pronounced curve.

When Amaya looks up at her, her eyes are sparkling happily. In the crisp white of her gown against her glowing skin, both by the illumination of the sunlight and the human healer’s note about changing hormones during pregnancy, Amaya looks almost like a heavenly being, divine — a resemblance Janai knows will only increase once the headpiece is on. Suddenly, she aches to see it atop Amaya’s dark hair.

Amaya must have the same thought because the glint in her eyes increases and she’s leaning up on her tip-toes to capture Janai’s lips. Humming, Janai breaks the kiss only moments later with a light laugh.

‘You’re not getting out of the ceremony that easily.’

‘Damn,’ Amaya signs with a toothy grin before turning back to the headdress. The line of her shoulders resembles when she’s fitted in her armor for battle and Janai smiles back. ‘I can dream, though. Shall we? We are the stars of the show, after all.’

This time, Janai is the one to lift the large crown from it’s stand. She turns to face Amaya, smiling, before carefully settling it upon her head. Once she’s sure it’s secure, she steps back and takes her wife’s hand, bringing it to her mouth.

She presses her lips to Amaya’s knuckles before looking up at her. ‘All for you,’ she signs and watches how Amaya’s eyes soften. ‘Not for me. Enjoy it.’

Amaya rocks up on her toes to kiss her lips gently. The headdress wobbles on her head and Janai chuckles against her wife’s mouth.

‘Don’t drop it before we’ve even made it to the party!’

‘No guarantees,’ Amaya signs before resigning herself to the weight on her head with a sigh. She winds her arm through Janai’s when the elf offers it — setting her hand in the crook of Janai’s elbow. She pats it. ‘Ready?’

Janai chuckles lowly as she sweeps them towards the gilded double doors of their chambers. As she expected, they open without having to be touched. On either side of the archway, the Queensguard bow at the waist, crossing their wrists in front of their face to fan out their fingers before falling in line behind the two monarchs. ‘I should be asking you that.’

Wolf. I like wolves.

My prediction (since i never read this fic): SJ id a wolf guy qnd SY finds out about that...and they date...SY realizes he is gay....amazing

Local Hallmaster!Shen Yuan slowly comes to terms that he may like a man!

All jokes aside, I’ve really been loving “Wolf In The Bamboo” by Angry_gremlin_commando, it’s just so well written and it’s jiuyuan! JIUYUAN MY BELOVED!!

Adora:HM? You left?..... Why?

adora wants her lap cat back