Weird Fic Idea: A Weird Ass Cult Devoted To The Creator Somehow Decide That Shen Qingqiu Is That Creator

ive always been a fan of actor AUs

Wait till the end!!

“ Todoroki should’ve folded your ass!!”

So many hobbies, so little time. 📷✒️🏃🏾‍♀️ Jk, I’m just too lazy. 😋😋😋#photography #polaroid #scrapbooking #calligraphy #running #trackandfield

Tue. 6 Dec 2016. Crushes or Obsessions? Dear Diary, I think my friends are all insane... #TheDramaticTalesofaPre-TeenGirl #journalentries #why #crushes #crushesbelike #obsessions

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delightful *licks fingers*

open your arms and say you're home, look up to the vast endless sky and think no more.

Because the sky isn't endless, it has an end. Its vast, but not as vast as the outside. The outside? What is the outside? What is there outside?

Think no more, don't. Open your arms and embrace the wind,

And let yourself crumble to dust."

Aka Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua are going home(home?) and they sit in a field together holding hands as they both slowly turn to dust, and shang qinghua asks "hey, bro, will you still be there?" And shen yuan smiles "yes. Promise me that you will, too, you hack author."

Shang qinghua finds out Shen yuan is already dead hahahaahhesowlsx

He then wakes up to sy sleepin next to him the end ok bye

my new church is so pretty! here’s the opening hallway and two of my most favorite paintings 🖼 #church #prettychurch #prettypainting https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCZSewHgSv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17irnagdaaf79

when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all

A pole dancing bunny for whoever who wants it.

YES PLS

i NEED a fic where cumplane become sworn brothers actually

"I still can't believe you named not one, but two characters after yourself," Shen Yuan grumbled from where he was using his husband's shoulder as a pillow, arms wrapped around his waist and puffing warm breaths onto his cheek. "And one of them was that shitty fucking spy."

"I wouldn't say he was shitty," Luo Qinghua said, continuing to type away at the draft for his newest chapter. He loved that he was finally able to actually sit and plan his story out now, rather than have to continuously churn out 10k a day just to make ends meet. Small perks of marrying into a rich family.

Shen Yuan sat up to look him in the eye, accidentally leaning too far backwards in the process. Luo Qinghua quickly reached out to grab the other's thighs to avoid them both tipping over. "Shang Qinghua literally gets exposed as a spy--"

"After several fucking years--"

"--And is immediately killed by Mobei-Jun afterward because he's of no more use!" Shen Yuan continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted. "I'm just saying that you could and would do a far better job. Even though you suck at being sneaky."

"Ahaha, yeah," Luo Qinghua said, averting his gaze. What his husband didn't know about the limited edition PDIW merch he had hidden away in the closet for his upcoming birthday, couldn't hurt him. Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes at him and opened his mouth, so Luo Qinghua quickly kept going. "Well, even if I could do it, I don't know if I would've been able to do all those things Shang Qinghua did, anyway. Planning murder and sabotaging sects isn't really my hobby, you know?"

"Mhm." Shen Yuan pursed his lips, still suspicious, but deciding to go with it. Crisis averted! Though Luo Qinghua knew that Shen Yuan would bring it up later. "I think you'd be clever enough to, but yeah, you wouldn't." Shen Yuan suddenly smirked and unwound his arms from around Luo Qinghua's waist, reaching up instead to interlock them around his neck and pull him closer. "Either way, if I were Mobei-Jun, I would've kept you."

"I'm your husband, even if I was the worst spy on Earth, you would've kept me, regardless," Luo Qinghua deadpanned. Still, he felt his face flushing a light pink. The way Shen Yuan was looking at him made his skin prickle with warmth.

"Mm, exactly," Shen Yuan hummed and pressed his mouth to Luo Qinghua's collarbone. Luo Qinghua shivered. His voice shifted, lower and teasing. "Husband."

"Yes, A-Yuan?" One of his hands stayed on Shen Yuan's thighs while the other reached up to rest on his lower back, caressing the soft skin peeking out from beneath his shirt.

"Save your draft and turn off your laptop."

Luo Qinghua was moving before Shen Yuan had even finished.