Deku Squad!! 

He braids Luo Binghe’s hair as they speak of terrifying things and barely minds when Ning Yingying leans over Binghe to stare at Shen Yuan’s hands, too close and personal but ultimately he decides Luo Binghe’s hair is too soft and his own hands too restless to stop. He just leans away as much as he can without losing track of the braid. 

had to draw SY braiding LBH's hair in Shen Yuan of No Relation by @grubus!! i adore this fic sm, every update really makes my day.

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Some more miscellaneous from Bluesky !

cuddling drabbles with loak neteyam and aonung sound real good fight about now 🤔🤔🤔 (i love you and ur acc also ur stargazing loak fics are godsent)

— CUDDLING .

pairings : neteyam x reader, lo’ak x reader, ao’nung x reader !

a/n : ilyt, anon. thank you sm <3 lmk if you want to be added to my taglist :

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neteyam !

he loves spooning you. having you in his arms makes him feel secure. this is his favorite part of the day — when both of you are starting to drift off, your eyelids heavy and your breathing starts to slow down. with you in his arms, he couldn’t ask for more.

however, as much as he loves to spoon you, there would be times where he’d prefer to be the one being spooned. they are rare, but you always cherish these moments. after long days of hunting and training, the mighty warrior just wants to be held. you would always grant his wish with no hesitation, but not without a little teasing.

“who knew the future olo’eyktan was such a softie, hm?” you’d hum with your arms wrapped around him.

he’d groan, but smile to himself, “this is only for you to see.”

lo’ak !

you and him both love to face each other when you cuddle. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing your face, and the way your white patterned dots glow across your skin. he’s unaware that you’re looking at him with the same amount of admiration as he held for you.

he’s the type to brush the loose hair out of your face, adoring the way you automatically lean into his touch. without thinking, he’ll whisper something about how perfect you look. he wouldn’t realize he said anything until he witnessed the faint blush on your face and the smile creeping up on your lips.

when you’re with him, he forgets about every one of his worries, like you two were the only people on pandora.

ao’nung !

“quit moving so much,” he’d tell you, “i am trying to sleep.”

he’d have his arms around you, your back facing his chest. you’d squirm around to find a comfortable position, tossing and turning as time passes.

despite his words, he’d find your random movements somewhat cute. he didn’t know whether your actions were cute, or if it was only cute because it was you, but he went along with it anyway.

you confuse him, frustrate him, even. and that’s what he loved about you.

so he tightened his grip on you, holding you close, as if you would disappear if he let go.

Superstar Luo Binghe au. All the directors beg him to be in their movies because his fame will immediately assure success for anything they make. He’s handsome, charming, dedicated, and most of all, extremely talented. He even does his own stunts!! Women love him, and men who say they hate him will still watch his movies so they can figure out how to be more like him. 

The only weird thing about Binghe as an actor is that he refuses to star in romantic films. He won’t kiss anyone, won’t pretend to date someone on screen, won’t even let another actor take over his role for the scenes he doesn’t want to do. His reason? He’s completely loyal to his husband.

Everyone thinks it’s stupid, obviously. You aren’t “cheating” by pretending to love someone else, it’s literally your job! Luo Binghe still refuses and says even he’s not good enough an actor to make anyone believe he could ever love someone other than Yuan-ge.

His fans hate this mysterious Yuan-ge. Because of his (probably insecure and jealous) spouse, all of Binghe’s fangirls cant see him sweep some y/n character off their feet. It’s even worse because they don’t know anything about this guy. Whenever someone asks to see or learn about Binghe’s husband, the star says he’ll never reveal Yuan-ge to the public, because he’s too beautiful and he doesn’t want everyone falling in love with him. 

People kind of run with the idea that obviously this guy must be a total weirdo who Binghe is embarrassed to be seen with. That has to be the explanation, because no matter how perfect someone is, how can they have such a chokehold on THE LUO BINGHE??

Then, one day, years after Luo Binghe’s initial rise to fame…. He goes on a talkshow. With his husband Shen Yuan. 

Obviously EVERYONE tunes in. No one uses TVs anymore bc of the internet, but just for this show, viewer ratings are the highest theyve ever been. Everyone wants to know what the fuss is all about with this guy to have Luo Binghe so down horrible. 

And Shen Yuan isn’t a weirdo. He’s also not some pretty yesman. He makes jokes that make the audience burst into laughter. He’s opinionated, which is really refreshing when every other celebrity stays neutral on every topic to avoid losing fans. He’s polite, but he’s not a pushover. He’s likeable, but he’s not a try-hard about it. Referencing memes makes him an instant hit with the younger generations, and the calm gentle way he talks makes him a hit with the older ones. All of a sudden everyone is going, okay we see why Luo Binghe is obsessed with him. 

Except… while shen yuan was making jokes and charming everyone, Luo Binghe was at his side, pathetically pawing at his husband for attention. The actor keeps whining every two minutes to be reassured yuan-ge still likes him. Whenever Shen Yuan compliments the host, Binghe looks like he’s about to cry. Whenever Luo Binghe jealously wraps his arms around shen Yuan everyone watching just rolls their eyes. Seeing them together people realize… shen yuan is the one that’s out of Luo Binghe’s league.

In just one hour public opinion goes from ‘no one can be worth binghe acting like that for’ to ‘luo binghe is so annoying, let shen yuan talk!!’ 

The next day someone finds shen yuan’s twitter and it blows up. He has his own fan pages now. There’s no pictures of him online other than the footage from the talkshow, so the fan accounts just post that over and over again. Shen yuan retweets a post about him with the caption “i never realized she was holding a plate of corn in this scene” and everyone loses their mind. Everything he says immediately goes viral bc that’s luo binghe’s attic wife.

People start nagging Binghe to post about Shen Yuan bc theyre so attached after his one and only publicized appearance. Binghe is super possessive, but yuan-ge tells him not to worry, so he relents and posts pictures of him and shen yuan on vacation. They’re together, holding hands… but shen yuan’s face and body are blurred out. It’s HORRIFYING. He looks like an eldritch monster bc luo binghe refuses to let anyone look at his yuan-ge in a swim suit, go away you perverts!! His instragram is now just full of pics of shen yuan where his eyes are blacked out so noone else can see how pretty they are. It’s nightmare fuel

Shen Yuan is unfortunately too unbothered to post pictures of himself. Everyone’s tired of Luo Binghe for “hogging shen yuan all to himself” when Shen Yuan is practically an internet celebrity now. 

People go to watch movies and their theatre conversations sound like this:

“Oh, Luo Binghe’s in this one!”

“Who?”

“You know Shen Yuan’s annoying husband?”

“OH THAT GUY..”

One day a strange rumor had spread among the peak lords about a mysterious herbalist who lived in the mountains.

No one knew anything specifically about him, except that he seemed to possess boundless knowledge about plants and monsters of the places. For every answer, he had it. Every ingredient, he knew where to get it.

No one had ever seen him and no one had been able to get an audience with him. He was an extremely reserved person who did not dare to come down from the mountains where he lived for any reason in the world. Needless to say, everyone was very curious about such a peculiar personality who had left not a single clue about himself. No one knew whether he was an enemy or a friend, whether he was dangerous, or completely harmless. They only knew that he had never bothered anyone and had never wanted to get in the way of any of the affairs of the martial arts schools in the area. He had merely lived in seclusion in a cave that no cultivator had yet discovered where exactly it was. There were rumors circulating among the disciples that the mysterious herbalist was constantly moving around and that was why no one had ever found out where his home actually was.

What was most strange to the peak lords about this mysterious personality, however, was the name.

Everyone called him Shen Yuan, and the lords had assumed that he had some kind of relationship with the peak master Shen Qingqiu who, however, assured that he did not know anyone named Shen Yuan and that he had no mysterious relative of whom he had never spoken.

The peak lords had thought it might be a distant relative that Shen Qingqiu perhaps did not know, but the shizun of peak Qing Jing had assured them repeatedly and confidently that he had no idea who this person was.

It was just a weird coincidence.

However, it could not be said that they were not all curious to find out who the herbalist who sent letters to all of them from time to time answering questions they could not find answers to was.

How did that weirdo know what they needed? Why didn't he show his face around? What was he afraid of? Was it really necessary to hide in the mountains when no one had ever shown hostility toward him? For what reason was he hiding like that?

These were all reasonable questions to which there were no answers, though. Shen Yuan had sent several letters over time to the peak lords, but he had never once shown himself and had not left the slightest clue as to how to find him or how to reach him. Every time they thought they had an answer on their hands, they faced a dead end and had to start their assumptions all over again. How was it possible that a rookie who appeared from who knows where could fool them like that?

One day, Shen Qingqiu determined to discover the identity of this mysterious “surname thief” had sent Binghe to do some research on his own in the mountains. His task was to find the herbalist and bring him to him alive so that he could ask him some questions and figure out where he had come from and what he wanted.

At the end of the day, no matter how confident he was that there were no family members unknown to him, one could never know the truth and he wanted to see for himself the mysterious prodigy who had more than once volunteered to lend a helping hand to those in need of answers, always only through mysterious letters that the peak lords had kept as possible clues that might lead them to him.

Binghe, who was still a careful and obedient disciple in those days, had searched far and wide all over the mountain, yet finding no clue to this mysterious Shen Yuan. He must have been a really very reserved and careful person for his own safety, because no matter how persistent the boy was, he could find nothing but animal footprints, bunnies running away from him as soon as he tried to get close or traps of all kinds, which certainly served to ward off the curious. Binghe was certain he was on the right path, but he could not understand why every time he felt he was close, he eventually found himself in a dead end that forced him to turn back.

He certainly could not let the matter drop, because if he did, his shizun certainly would not have forgiven him and would have sent him back without food or water to find the herbalist whom he so desperately wanted to question in order to understand who he was and what he was trying to accomplish by sending his help to the lords who had never even asked for it. Could it have been just kindness? Or did he want something from them? And if so, what was that something? Binghe had to be able to find out, or he should not waste his time coming back.

But the boy was tired. He had traveled far and wide for a whole day, falling into all sorts of traps. To look at him, he looked like he had been in a fight with a bear, and the bear had won, the state he was in. He had really done wrong not to take more supplies with him, but he had really underestimated how ingenious those traps could be. He had gotten caught in the sack more than once, and the shame that had seized him was such that he longed to get his hands on that mysterious Shen Yuan just to make him pay for everything he had put him through in that time. And yes, he would have done it, had it been the last thing he would have done that day. He was not going to let him get away! Besides, he too was very curious to see what kind of a mastermind he was to protect his home like that and be able to keep everyone away from his abode.

Binghe was about to decide to give up for a moment and sit down to rest, when he suddenly placed his foot on yet another trap of the day, ending up right in a net, hanging from a very tall tree. The net was strong, and he had lost his sword, which had slipped off and fallen to the ground the moment he was trapped. He was doomed to stay there until someone came to pull him down. Unless he could free himself with his bare hands, it was going to be hard to escape from there. Damn Shen Yuan, he had tricked him again this time!

He was about to curse, when finally, he seemed to hear what he had been searching for so fervently all day.

“So you're the one who ruined all my traps, I finally caught you little thug!!”

Finally Binghe had a chance to see it.

The boy was between fifteen and twenty years old, looked very frail, and seemed as if a gust of wind could take him away at any moment. But he could not help noticing, how handsome that face was, with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips twisted into a kind of pout. He was probably insulting young Binghe in every language, but the disciple was nevertheless thunderstruck.

He had nothing in common with his shizun except his surname. Maybe he wasn't even as elegant and perfect as he was, but for Binghe he was fine even if he kept yelling at him for ruining his precious traps. Perhaps he didn't even care that he was scolding him, for Binghe the important thing was that the boy spoke to him. Shen Yuan, muttering and cursing half-heartedly, climbed the tree with surprising ease for someone who didn't seem to have the physical abilities to do so. With a particularly sharp knife, he took care to cut the knot that tightened the net, not bothering about the fact that once Binghe was freed, he would fall to the ground. Which in any case did not happen, because Binghe leapt to the ground with ease. Shen Yuan did not seem at all surprised by this and merely checked the damage to his precious net.

He sighed, realising he could not fix it, but simply shrugged. He would build another one and move on again; he could not allow the peak lords to find him.

Binghe had many questions for this mysterious man. But suddenly the words had died in his mouth and he didn't quite know how to start the conversation. How could he tell him that his shizun wanted to question him without alerting him and making him run away? He was curious but had a feeling that Shen Yuan would not answer any of his questions. To do that, he would have to trick him somehow. But he seemed too smart to fool him as an ordinary person. Binghe decided he would opt for the truth.

"Are you Shen Yuan?"

Binghe then asked, as if he wasn't already sure of the answer. After all, he had admitted it himself that he was the creator of those traps, and who could it be if not the mysterious herbalist who had kept all the lords away until then? If Shen Yuan was smart, Binghe certainly didn't think he was any less so.

"What if I am?"

Asked the boy, giving him a hostile look. He did not seem to be intent on attacking him, but Binghe certainly had no intention of letting down his guard. He didn't want to hurt him, but he understood why the boy was so suspicious of him.

"My shizun wants to talk to you."

He only reported, watching the other boy laugh. It was obvious that he didn't intend to see anyone, he had been kind enough to show himself to him.

"What if I say no?"

Binghe had a feeling he would answer something like this. But surrendering was out of the question. At least he had achieved one thing. He knew for a fact that that young man was Shen Yuan and had found out where he lived. Something the Peak Lords hadn't been able to find out! He had also discovered that he did not appear to be a bad person. After all, he had saved him from the traps and had certainly not hurt him!

"Well that would be a problem because I would have to take you with the force."

Shen Yuan swallowed hard. He seemed to know that the boy was perfectly capable of doing what he had said. But he was trying to show composure and not let on that he somehow felt threatened by that realisation. Coughing a couple of times, he put on the best facade he was capable of and squinted his eyes.

"You should be able to catch me first."

And having said that... before Binghe could even respond, Shen Yuan fled with surprising speed. Binghe would never have predicted that move of his, he had been too quick.

Binghe could not help but mentally curse himself, because he had been stupid and allowed him to escape. He could not hold back his amused laughter when he realised the way that boy had fooled him.

He would come back.

He would come back and show him that he could bring him down the mountain.

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.’

Updates on TGCF from MXTX!

TGCF unrevised UNCENSORED VERSION released! ↓

1. Hua Cheng always fully intended to marry Xie Lian, he collected engagement gifts for Xie Lian;

2. Hua Cheng likes to grab and squeeze and merge with Xie Lian when he's horny;

3. Xie Lian would dance for Hua Cheng in women's clothing happily;

4. Xie Lian feeds chickens, has cats and likes to plant flowers (he is a grandmother);

5. From the extras we already know that Hua Cheng is a bully in bed, so he rules out introductions 🤭

6. Hua Cheng tried to grab Xie Lian's ass in the kiss scene at the opening of Mount Tonglu;

7. Huahua would see Xie Lian on the swing when he was a child and referred to him as "future wife";

8. Huahua takes good care of his boots lmfao;

9. Xie Lian CRIES in some kissing scenes;

10. Xie Lian LOVES Hua Cheng's rough side.

I have a TikTok now too cus I really like animations lol

here’s more old furry art feat. my cat :3c

From Everyone Want a Piece of Shen Yuan on ao3, the only clothes that have been mentioned is white. i did these doodles at work