I Spent So Long Trying To Figure Out Which Was Lan Wangji And Which Was Wei Wuxian I Forgot Actual Rabbits

Mobei Jun picking up slang from Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua and using it like only the most jaded demon dad to ever demon.

Like bro thinks these words have wildly different meanings than they actually do.Shang Qinghua managed to assassinate another minor demon king, and Mobei Jun patted him on the head and told him he did a very pussyslay job. Shen Qingqiu was having a stressful time running his peak and Mobei Jun told him he was an aesthetic girlboss mood. Both of his wives live in fear of him trying to call them fam in bed meanwhile Mobei Jun thinks he's mastered their dialect and gotten an excellent grade in Husband.

"My girlfriend makes me feel... things...."

silly au me and @xxmiserysmilesxx got teehee

Venti is used to people enjoying his music - he’s damn good, after all. But no one quite reacts like Xiao. There’s no one else who’s eyes just… light up again when they hear his music. Xiao’s eyes always seem so unreadable, that deep amber you could drown in. But every time Venti has brought him his music, they seem like endless pools of light.

He doesn’t realise it at first. It begins to take shape midway through, until by the end, it’s clear in every small whistle and dip in the music. He thinks, maybe, this might be his favourite composition yet.

Next time they meet, Venti will play Xiao’s song - and every time after that. Play the song made just for him, until one day Xiao sees his own name written in the music.

@definitely-not-27kirune12 does this work? :)

Such elegant boys*.

*when they want to be! 😅

How to take care of ur hampter (a guide by moshen)

Actually Hua Cheng just leaving Ghost City the second Xie Lian shows up is so fucking funny because that man radiates neurosis.

You can not tell me every second he spent not searching for Xie Lian he was not micromanaging that city with a fine tooth comb literally acting as mayor, judge, law enforcement and James Gatsby probably while learning some niche new information on the side. Dragging along his equally workaholic desperate to be useful sectary with his designated emo phase mask and a shovel for like 600 years only to immediately yeet all his responsibilities onto Yin Yu’s overstimulated lap with a hair twirl and giggling about his Gege.

Like I think 4 months after he comes back and is chilling in the honeymoon phase he’ll wake up at 3am realise he hasn’t looked an abacus in over a year and go on a rampage fully fuelling Yin Yu into a fully formed wrath with sheer insanity because THERE IS WORK TO DO. He’s gotta paint the city from #8B0000 to #DC143C all before Xie Lian wakes up and realises he’s let his city go to ruins.

Jiang Cheng:Mingjue, I'm asking your permission to date your brother. Nie Mingjue (secretly very pleased Jiang Cheng asked and 1000% approves and has been shipping for 2 years atp): What is this, the dark ages? You know what? Since you've asked, no you can't. Beat me in a duel first.

A man needs a hobby while he's waiting for his beloved disciple to return from the dead and torture him!!!

(SQQ is a complete fucking freak and I love him so much)

Shen Yuan stared up at the man, disbelief clear on his face.

The man before him huffed a laugh, brown eyes becoming crescent shaped with amusement. He was a little taller than Shen Yuan, a little broader, with a sleeve tattoo covering his right arm to his wrist. His dark brown hair was softly curled, more wavy, and a little shaggy, falling to his shoulders. His face reminding Shen Yuan of Binghe. Not a lot, but just enough if he were to tilt his head and squint.

“You’re just a kid.” When the man finally spoke his voice was as smooth as velvet. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” Shen Yuan automatically responded as he gawked.

The man had round wire glasses, a piercing on the left side of his lower lip, both ears were pierced, and he had cheekbones that belonged on a magazine cover. He was a little older than Shen Yuan expected. Somewhere in his late-twenties compared to Shen Yuans late teens.

“Cucumber-Bro, come on, I’m not that different.” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky offered a smile, showing off dimples underneath a days worth of scruff.

“How old are you?” Shen Yuan demanded, still blocking the doorway into the dorm.

“Thirty.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan asked aloud.

Seriously, this was the caffeine addicted crack-writer?!

When Shen Yuan had woken up back in his dorm room instead of in bed with his husband in the bamboo house, he immediately contacted Airplane—it was a gamble, but it paid off. The relief Shen Yuan felt when Airplane responded was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He gave the other man his phone number and address, then waited an excruciating five days until the two could meet. (Because Shen Yuan lived in Beijing, but Airplane apparently lived in Chengdu, and last minute flights weren’t cheap.)

Shen Yuan knew that his friend would look different. Hell, Shen Yuan looked different! A little shorter, a little rounder, way younger. With pitch black eyes, short inky black hair, and an ear piercing. He was pretty rather than handsome, softer than Shen Qingqiu.

And it wasn’t that Shang Qinghua wasn’t handsome—he was! Like everyone else in PIDW. But Airplane?

“Can I come in?” Airplane asked while shoving his hands into his back pockets. He wasn’t dressed fashionably. His beat up backpack was slung carelessly over a shoulder, jeans were ripped due to wear and tear, his faded band shirt was due to too many washes, his sneakers were scuffed. And yet…

Shen Yuan dressed in the latest fashion. He tried his best to look good, he had standards for himself! He looked like a C-Pop star.

Airplane wasn’t even trying to be hot. (WHY WAS HE SO HOT?!)

It shook something inside of Shen Yuan. All of his past theories of Airplane being a troll flew out the window.

“Well?” Airplane looked like he wasn’t above shoving past his friend to get in.

Shen Yuan allowed his friend inside, still shook.

“Shang Qinghua.”

“What?”

“My name, bro.”

“Wait…you used your actual name for the character closest to Mobei!? Fucking Mary-Sue!”

“Ah, there we go, there’s the Peerless Cucumber I know. Although it’s weird to hear such vitriol from a face so cute.”

Shen Yuan felt the blood rush to his face and wished he had a fan in his hands to use as a weapon when Airplane chuckled.

“Come on, let’s try to figure out how to get back home,” Shang Qinghua said as he moseyed to the desk in the room.

Shen Yuan sighed as he closed and locked the door.

BONUS:

SY: I thought you said you were a broke university student who wrote to make sure food was on the table.

SQH: Yeah, dude. I’m working on my dissertation. Writing pays the bills.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES?????

SQH: Yeah, in Topology.

SY: YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DOCTORATES IN MATHS?????