small doodle page between classes to figure out how i’d like to draw them!
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#svsss #svsss hcs #ccs #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #mu qingfang #my art #undescribedthough the flame be put out, the wick remains ~ chapter one; 4k words
The next time [Shen Yuan] wakes, it is not under his control. Oh, yes, his arms push him up from where he was sprawled out on the bed, but the feeling is numb and distant, like he’s grasping at the blankets through layers of cotton balls trying to suffocate him. His chest deliberately rises and falls, but he hardly tastes the air. Further below, his feet land on the floor and move without any effort on his part. It almost hurts, tugging against the chains of his new body while he kneels down and reaches beneath the bed for—Xuan Su?
At once, a shrill ringing pierces the air and he can’t even cover his ears.
[ The System has been activated! Bound role: Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s Honored Sword of Qiong Ding Peak’s present Sect Leader, “Xuan Su.” Master: Peak Lord Yue Qingyuan. Starting B-Points: 100. ]
Read the new chapter for Shen Yuan of No Relation by @grubus and I absolutely needed to draw this scene from it STAT. If you haven't read this fic yet omg it's a must I love it so much <3
[ID: A winter comic of Shen Yuan from Scum Villain, drawn reminiscent of a younger Shen Qingqiu in disciple robes. In panel one, he clutches his arm and hesitantly looks aside, beginning with: “It’s just. It’s just, that I’m never going to kiss anyone.”
In panel two, Luo Binghe replies with “You did say that. I remember.” to which Shen Yuan looks hopelessly at his hands and continues, “But I should! I should want to kiss- kiss girls! But I don’t want to kiss anyone—no one at all! That’s weird, right? That I don’t want to kiss or- or marry anyone.”
In the third panel, Shen Yuan furrows his brows, turns his head to the side, and runs his hands through his hair. He finishes with: “but just to stay alone?”
The final panel, borderless, is of Shen Yuan despondently sitting beside Luo Binghe, who looks on with concern. Mist forms from their breath. END ID]
carriagelamp asked:
art prompt: cosy reading day on Qing Jing Peak (they're scholars! let them snuggle up and read!!)
hootyhoowoo answered:
as requested! sorry this took so long, this piece had me clawing my hair out
While I was drawing this I was thinking the original Shen Qingqiu had a very neat, orderly personal library— but transmigrated Shen Qingqiu could not care less about appearance more so about the information in it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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[ID: Green-toned Scum Villain fanart of Shen Qingqiu, Ning Yingying, Luo Binghe, and Ming Fan reading together in the Bamboo House beside a shelf stuffed with books and scrolls. They are all cushioned by blankets and pillows. Ning Yingying is asleep on Shen Qingqiu’s lap, his hand on her head petting her softly. Shen Qingqiu smiles pressed against Luo Binghe, who blushes while holding a book. Ming Fan looks at him with a frown while also reading. End ID]
ID by @/nebulations — thank you!
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ALTI spent WAY too long rendering this.
[ID copied from alt: a full body portrait of Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu holds a fan and gazes calmly at the viewer. Luo Binghe stands ominously behind Shen Qingqiu glowering and pouting at the viewer.
images two and three are close ups of Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu's faces from the previous illustration. /end ID]
how’s that virgo-libra cusp treatin’ ya, Shen Qingqiu?
[image is a portrait drawing of Shen Qingqiu looking serene and collected. behind this are eight faded drawings of Shen Qingqiu in various states of comical disarray and disbelief, grimacing exaggeratedly, ripping at his hair, collapsed on the ground, and so on.]
Liu Qingge pspspsps
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[ID: A Scum Villain comic. Shen Qingqiu asks, “Can you go tell your Liu-shishu to come here?” Luo Binghe smiles, “Yes Shizun.” Then he leans over the wall and makes “Pspsps” sounds while crooking a finger, and Shen Qingqiu stands up to yell, “Not like that!”
Liu Qingge comes striding in, saying, “Someone called. What do you need?” Luo Binghe smiles, and Shen Qingqiu face-palms. End ID]
though the flame be put out, the wick remains ~ chapter two; 6k words
Yue Qingyuan steadies himself and allows the words to pass through. The meeting will demand clear minds. A hand rests on Xuan Su’s hilt, quietly caressing it in a comforting motion, as much for its sake as his own.
However harshly they’ve clashed in years past, the essence of Xuan Su’s power is grounded by its protective nature—a sense as ardent and indomitable as the endless darkness it embodies, obliged only by those it covets. In this, their souls are bound.
or, yue qingyuan tries to recover. at least he has xuan su.
ALTRelationships: Zhuzhi-lang & Tianlang-jun, Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, Tianlang-jun/Su Xiyan, Luo Binghe & Zhuzhi-lang, Background Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua
Rating: T
Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Post-Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Zhuzhi-lang Lives, Tianlang-jun Has Chronic Pain, Dreamscapes, Memories, Trans Shang Qinghua, Pregnancy Mention, Agender Su Xiyan, Eventual Happy Ending
Word Count: 89.4k
Status: complete
Chapters: 28/28
“In my defense,” Tianlang-jun says as he elegantly lowers himself to sit cross-legged on the floor of the Holy Mausoleum, “I’ve never brought anyone back from the dead before. As far as complications go, this is relatively manageable. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The question is directed towards a young child swimming in black robes far too elaborate and spacious for his minuscule size. The child simply blinks his big, dark eyes in response. It’s a familiar mannerism, and one that has only gotten cuter amidst accidental age regression.
“Is Zhuzhi-lang angry with me?” Tianlang-jun leans his elbow on his knee, casually resting his cheek in his palm. “Or does your current age prevent speech? I admit to my ignorance regarding children and when their mouths start making intelligible sounds.”
Zhuzhi-lang tilts his head, remaining silent. And Tianlang-jun has a sudden…well, perhaps not fear but an emotion just shy of worry.
“You remember your favorite uncle, don’t you? Stunningly handsome, brilliant wit.” He trails off in the face of Zhuzhi-lang’s blank stare, an intangible obstruction materializing in the hollow of his throat. Then, because he can do nothing else, Tianlang-jun smiles. “That’s fine, that’s perfectly all right. The only thing you need to know is that you call me jiujiu. Always have. Keep that in mind, will you?”
