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delicioussshame · 4 months

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This is my tumblr New Year gift : some porn from that AU where Bingmei and Bingge are canonical twins, and while Bingge gathered his harem, he occasionally has a taste of his brother's husband.

Luo Bingge still thinks surrendering his twin brother to Shizun might be the worst choice he has ever made, if only because Shen Qingqiu deserves better. If anyone would benefit getting laid properly regularly, it would be him. Alas, Shen Qingqiu is now bonded by marriage to Luo Bingmei and is thus doomed to an existence of vanilla sex.

(Some would argue that a single mediocre lover always available is preferable to a very skilled lover you spend a night with maybe once a year, but those people haven’t slept with Luo Bingge. They would change their mind if they had.

Also, Shen Qingqiu isn’t just anyone. If he were his, Luo Bingge would not neglect him.)

Luckily for them all, Luo Bingge sometimes manages to convince his brother that a change of pace keeps life interesting. Surely Luo Bingmei can appreciate Shen Qingqiu being the one to cry for once? He’s so pretty like that, with teary eyes full of desperation.

“It has to be enough!”

Luo Bingge takes a second look. If Bingge hadn’t gagged him, Shen Qingqiu would certainly be begging for mercy, so there’s that in Bingmei’s favor, but Bingge hasn’t tired of the sight in front of him. Shen Qingqiu can wait a little longer.

He trails a finger along Shen Qingqiu’s length, a nail gently rubbing the slit. “I’m not sure.”

Shen Qingqiu trashes under his touch. The tear tracks and the muffled pleas make for a lovely spectacle.

“Brother!”

Luo Bingge sighs. Really, no patience. Fine goods like their shizun are wasted on him. “Fine. I’ll ask Shizun then.” He removes the gag to allow for a response. “Is Shizun ready for more?”

Shen Qingqiu’s voice is broken, shaken by sobs and tremors. “Please.”

He shrugs and turns to his brother. “Shizun seems to agree with you.” He returns his attention to the one who deserves it. “What do you want?”

“Anything.”

Luo Bingge smirks. “How generous.” The possibilities are endless, but he can’t be too harsh on his brother’s husband. Bingmei won’t allow It. Worse, he might refuse to let him visit again, and wouldn’t that be a shame?

He pushes the toy vibrating inside of Shen Qingqiu deeper harshly to tear a scream out of him, now that he can finally hear him properly. “Shall I leave you with this then? I’m sure that once you’re free, you could come from it.” He’s so close, no matter what Bingge does to him, he’ll come as soon as he unties the rope keeping him from his orgasm. Bingmei would never let him do it, but the idea of spanking Shen Qingqiu raw and still make him come, pain and pleasure so intertwined his shizun can’t separate one from the other, is very tempting.

He pinches his shizun’s nipples as he pretends to ponder his options, just to hear Shen Qingqiu beg for a little longer.

He will be kind, or as kind as he ever gets. “Shizun was good, taking all that he was given without complaint. He earned himself what he heeds, a real cock. Toys like this aren’t enough for him.” He pulls it out, surely leaving his shizun feeling so, so empty. “I trust that when I unbound Shizun, he will know what to do?” Because Bingmei or not, he will be punished if he goes for his own cock.

Shen Qingqiu nods furiously, too confused to even consider telling Bingge no.

Luo Bingge takes his time with the immortal binding cable, playing with the knots until Shen Qingqiu is trembling with need, pleading for him to hurry.

As soon as his last limb has been freed, Shen Qingqiu settles right where he should be and rides him with abandon, seeking the orgasm he hasn’t been allowed yet.

Luo Bingge wishes he could hold Shen Qingqiu’s wrists behind his back to make sure he can do absolutely nothing but taking his cock, but his shizun needs to be able to support himself. A pity.

The spectacle he makes is still wonderful. Luo Bingge once again curses his generous heart, who gave his younger brother this man instead of letting Bingge adding him to his harem. He would have lacked for nothing, Luo Bingge himself least of all.

At least Bingmei likes looking. He might as well not be here right now, for all the presence he has. Luo Bingge isn’t sure Shen Qingqiu remembers he’s in the room.

He’s not going to remind his shizun, that’s for sure. Shen Qingqiu shouldn’t think about anything but what he is doing right now.

Luo Bingge lets his shizun work, refusing to give him any stimulation other than what he can get by impaling himself. He remains motionless, taking in his shizun growing even more desperate in his desire to convince his captor that he deserves release, in all significations of the word.

Shen Qingqiu’s voice breaks, sore from crying. He’s about to crumble.

He’s probably earned his reward by now.

As predicted, Shen Qingqiu breaks as soon as Luo Bingge removes the tie.

Luo Binghe holds him until the world starts making sense for him again. It takes a while.

“Shizun did so well. After all this waiting, surely a round wasn’t enough? I’m sure my brother will be more than eager to help you with that.”

He’s not sure which of the two is more shocked by the proposition.

He’s also unsure of which of them is most willing to go through with it.

He’ll look forward to finding out.

#The Scum Villain's Self Serving System #Scum Villain #OriginalLBH/SY

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stiltonbasket · 2 months

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If you do Bingyuan prompts:

Bingge discovering/realizing that his children’s beloved head teacher is the friendly Shizun from the other world would be a delight!

(Shen Yuan with a miniature army of tiny heavenly demon children who adore him is just super cute!)

By the age of twenty-five, Luo Binghe possessed—or thought he possessed—all the wealth and treasures in the world that a man could want. His vengeance upon the Cang Qiong Mountain sect was complete, the mountain range burned and its peak lords slain but for the master of Qian Cao Peak and Qi Qingqi, whom he had spared for Liu Mingyan’s sake—and he had long since established himself as Emperor of the demon realm, with no small amount of influence in the world he was born to by virtue of his marriage to the Little Palace Mistress, Hua Zhihan.

But then—half-way through his twenty-seventh year, and three years after the construction of his great fortress close to Huan Hua Palace—he stumbled through a rent in the very skin of the world and found himself back upon Qing Jing Peak, cradled in the arms of a man who wore the face of Luo Binghe’s hated shizun.

He had hardly been there an hour before he discovered that that Shen Qingqiu had been nothing like the jealous fiend who tormented Luo Binghe in his youth. On the contrary, he had welcomed Luo Binghe into his home and bed like a new bride reuniting with her husband at the end of a long day’s work; and for several months after Luo Binghe returned to his own palace in the demon realm, he found no satisfaction in his endless riches, or the tens of wives in his harem.

He spent a full season hunting for that Shen Qingqiu in his own world afterwards, for he knew somehow that the living Shen Qingqiu who had married the other Luo Binghe and his own former Shizun were not one and the same. The Shen Qingqiu Luo Binghe knew had nothing in common with that man other than his face, and even that had been so altered by the spirit living behind it that Luo Binghe had not recognized him as Shen Qingqiu at first sight; but the other Luo Binghe reminded him a great deal of his own child-self, and how single-mindedly he had loved Ning Yingying in those early days at Cang Qiong.

But years went by, and Luo Binghe found nothing—no shadow or trace of that gentle Shen Qingqiu, whether living or dead—and at last, he drank himself sick on dragon-blood wine and unburdened himself to Ning Yingying, confessing that nothing under the sun had brought him joy since that one jewel-bright day with Shen Qingqiu three summers earlier.

Of course, he did not breathe a word about what had actually happened—for Yingying and the others believed that the strange, bewildered husband who stumbled into the hougong that day was none other than Luo Binghe himself, and he had never seen fit to disabuse them of the notion—but she seemed to understand that the better part of his life’s joy had left him, and said:

“A-Luo, if we sisters can’t make you happy as we used to anymore, do you think—do you think a child might make you happy? We’ve been married for nearly ten years, and I hoped…”

Luo Binghe thought for a moment, still dizzy from the six pots of wine he drank with his evening meal; and amid the soft haze clouding his thoughts, he realized that he would have died of envy if the poor imitation of himself from the other world had had a child with his Shen Qingqiu.

But the only children he had seen on Qing Jing Peak that day were a handful of young disciples in their early teens, far too old to belong to that pitiful Luo Binghe. It struck him that this was something that other Luo Binghe could never have—must never have, lest Luo Binghe know what had happened and find his way back to that dream-world to quell his jealousy by ripping his other self limb from limb—and then—

“It might not be a bad idea,” he heard himself say. “What about Yingying? Would you like a child?”

“Very much,” Yingying whispered, taking Luo Binghe’s hand.

Their first daughter, Suoxin, was born the next year; and when the head taiyi placed her in Luo Binghe’s arms, a tiny mote of the tumult in his soul grew calm, and never returned to trouble him again.

The birth of Suoxin’s younger sister Changying followed exactly a hundred days later, for Hua Zhihan had demanded a child of her own as soon as she heard that Ning Yingying was pregnant, and Luo Binghe saw no reason to refuse her. Several of his lesser wives had attempted to follow suit, but he was adamant that no children should be born to them until the children born of his five chief wives had safely reached the age of about three or four: especially after the tragedy that accompanied the birth of Luo Binghe’s first son.

The taiyi later discovered that his mother—Qin Wanyue, who had suffered a miscarriage at Sha Hualing’s hands some six years earlier—had been born with a deformation in one of the chambers of her heart; and due to her general good health and the strengthening effects of her cultivation, Wanyue never noticed it. But her cultivation was not sufficient to protect her from the strain of childbirth; and scarcely five minutes after the baby took his first breath, Qin Wanyue drew her last, dying without knowing anything more of her child than a single, snatched glimpse of his small red face.

The infant was given the name Luo Nianzu, in remembrance of his mother, and handed over to Liu Mingyan to raise. Mingyan had not wanted a child of her own, though she was more than willing to bring Nianzu up in Wanyue’s stead.

And in the wake of Qin Wanyue’s passing, Luo Binghe vowed to himself that he would never sire another child. He had been the instrument of her ruin, wittingly or not: and with three healthy heirs, of whom one was a boy, he refused to risk a second death in the harem.

But his resolve had not hampered Sha Hualing’s plans: and in truth, Luo Binghe should have known better than to expect otherwise. One night, she took Xin Mo from the stand beside his bed and stabbed Luo Binghe straight through the shoulder—rather more ferociously than usual, he thought—and absconded from the palace with three phials full of his spilt blood, returning a fortnight later with a fat baby boy swaddled in one of her own silk veils.

“Did you give birth to him?” Luo Binghe frowned, after he tasted the child’s blood mites and found that they were nearly identical to his own. “You were only gone for two weeks.”

Sha Hualing only laughed at him, and asked that he give their son a name. Luo Binghe named him Shunlei, with the shun for obedience and the lei for thunder; and though Hualing took the hint at once, she was so well-pleased with Shunlei’s name that Hua Zhihan spent the next month sulking about it.

The three years that followed Shunlei’s arrival were peaceful ones, for the demon realm had been brought to heel with Sha Hualing’s aid, and Mobei-jun grew more ruthless towards Luo Binghe’s enemies with every passing day. Yingying and Mingyan governed the harem both kindly and firmly, calming any disputes among the lesser wives and punishing those whose bids for favor put their sisters in danger; and they never faltered in their duty to the little ones, so that Luo Binghe went untroubled by the children’s needs until Liu Mingyan declared that Suoxin and Changying were old enough to begin studying with a trained taifu.

“I already have a candidate in mind,” she said to him over dinner one evening. “Will my lord permit me to look after the arrangements myself?”

“I don’t see why not,” Luo Binghe replied. “Do what you must. Only ensure that the taifu is well educated, and knows how to teach little children without frightening them.” One Shen Qingqiu was bad enough, after all.

And so, preparations went forth for the children’s education. Liu Mingyan wrote to the prospective taifu, who accepted the offer of employment and asked for a month to settle his affairs before moving to the palace; and Yingying began teaching Nianzu and Shunlei how to read, in the hope that the taifu would agree to instruct them alongside Suoxin and Changying.

Luo Binghe, having nothing further to do with the matter, left for the northern desert with Mobei-jun and Sha Hualing.

Linguang-jun had decided to rebel against his nephew’s rule again, and Luo Binghe was weary of indulging him. In the aftermath of Shang Qinghua’s betrayal, he and Mobei-jun had both decided that Linguang-jun’s continued existence was far more trouble than it was worth.

All told, he remained away from the palace for over two moons. When he finally returned, in midsummer, he went straight to his own courtyard and slept for three days without moving a muscle.

And then he awoke, and heard a soft strain of qin music issuing from the other side of the wall.

Luo Binghe froze.

That courtyard was meant to be empty; it had been empty since the day it was built, eight months after he met that other world’s Shen Qingqiu. Luo Binghe had filled its four rooms with books and bamboo furniture, and even the double bed in the inner chamber had been a replica of the one the other Shizun slept upon—and the courtyard’s little garden had a pavilion with a built-in table for a qin, since the construction of that Shizun’s house and garden made it plain that he liked to practice out of doors.

Who had dared set foot in that courtyard while Luo Binghe was absent?

Hua Zhihan? Qin Wanrong? Certainly not Yingying or Liu Mingyan; it resembled the living quarters at Qing Jing far too closely for either of them to find any peace there.

Trembling with fury, he pulled on the robes he was wearing last night and rushed over to the adjoining courtyard, where he stopped short at the threshold of its white-painted moon gate and gaped at the spectacle awaiting him within.

There was a man sitting at the qin table in the pavilion—a man, in the compound where Luo Binghe lived with his wives—playing a rearrangement of “Flowing Waters,” with Luo Shunlei on his lap. Suoxin and Changying were seated on either side of him, armed with child-sized guqins of their own, and Nianzu was nestled against the man’s shoulder, asleep.

And his face—

Luo Binghe had never seen such a face before. It was not the face of Shen Qingqiu—not the Shen Qingqiu he knew, at any rate—but the light in his eye and the warmth of his voice as he spoke to Suoxin were very like that Shen Qingqiu’s, though Luo Binghe noticed that there was a shade of difference between the two.

He is older, Luo Binghe realized at once, as his heart thundered inside him. The other Shen Qingqiu was young, judging by his manner—perhaps forty, at the very oldest—and my Shizun never even reached the age of fifty.

The other Shizun had worn green, he remembered. He preferred the same clean-cut style of dress that Luo Binghe’s shizun liked to wear, and of course their bodies and faces had been the same, as well; but this man wore s different face entirely, and his worn silk robes were a clean, stark white, like the garments of the wandering rogue cultivators who used to pass through Luo Binghe’s hometown when he was a boy.

The trappings of his flesh made no difference, however.

Luo Binghe knew him for what he was at first sight.

It struck him then that this must be the taifu Liu Mingyan selected for the children. He could not fathom why she would have housed an imperial tutor in the hougong, of all places: but now that he was here, Luo Binghe would rather walk through the Endless Abyss again than permit him to leave.

Luo Binghe could have stood in the doorway and stared at him for a lifetime; but then the taifu looked up and clambered to his feet, tugging the little girls along with him. Shunlei remained where he was, gripping the soft front of the taifu’s gown like a baby monkey clinging to its mother’s back; and Nianzu, securely balanced on the taifu’s hip, slept on without noticing that the man had moved at all.

“My lord,” the taifu said, bowing. “This humble servant offers his—”

“Xin’er greets Father!” Luo Suoxin cut in, glancing up at her teacher for approval. “Did I do it right, Shizun?”

“Yes, except for the part where you interrupted me first,” the taifu laughed. “Go on, Changying.”

Luo Changying nodded and stepped forward.

“Chang’er greets Father,” she said, rather more gracefully than Suoxin.

“Well done,” said the taifu. “Now, Shunlei…?”

Shunlei blinked and tightened his grasp on the taifu’s robes.

“A-Shun is hungry,” he complained, refusing to meet Luo Binghe’s eyes. “Shizun, snack time.”

Luo Binghe bit back a smile. This man was somehow more indulgent with his young charges than the other Shizun had been, and the sight of him holding Nianzu and Shunlei was so desperately sweet that Luo Binghe nearly reached out and touched him.

“Daozhang is the new taifu, I suppose?” Luo Binghe asked instead, taking another step forward. “Your name?”

The taifu nodded.

“This one is called Zhu Qinglan, my lord,” he replied, trying in vain to coax Shunlei down to the ground. “Now, A-Shun, my good little disciple…”

“Shunshun won’t look at him,” the baby insisted, his little voice muffled in the folds of Zhu Qinglan’s coat. “I want to eat cake, not see Fuqin.”

To Luo Binghe’s astonishment, Zhu Qinglan sat down on the steps below the pavilion and drew a wrapped package of sesame cakes out of his sleeve.

“Your imperial father has come back to see you after two months, and you act like this?” he chided, placing one of the cakes on Shunlei’s outstretched palm. “Now, eat your cake like a good child; and then you must get up and greet your father properly, like Xin’er and Chang’er.”

Luo Binghe lifted his hand.

“No need,” he said mildly, watching with half-crazed eyes as Zhu Qinglan stroked Luo Nianzu's fluffy hair. “Shun’er is always upset after this lord returns from his travels abroad. I do not see the children as often as I would like; but I try to dine with them at least once a week, and that little demon in your arms refuses to speak to me for days on end if I ever dare to arrive late.”

With that, he turned on his heel and swept out of the courtyard. He could not stand in Zhu Qinglan’s presence any longer, lest he do something that would terrify his children and turn their Shizun against him forever; and as it was, the little demon servant who brought breakfast to his quarters ten minutes later nearly died of fright at the sight of him.

“Zhu Qinglan,” Luo Binghe said to himself, after the petrified lackey made his escape. “The name suits him, whether it is a false one or no.”

He drained the last of his tea, and smiled.

“I’ve finally caught you, Shizun.”

#svsss #bingyuan #binggeyuan #the scum villain's self saving system #my fic #i live to serve and i have delivered #this is my first foray into multichapter svsss fic so please reblog if you liked it/would like to see more!#shen yuan's name is still shen yuan btw #we will unravel the backstory behind the name he's using Later #as well as some other.....backstory #;)

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mallalada · 1 year

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purse dog arrangement

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #mobei jun #shang quinghua #moshang #malarts #i like themmm sm #sqh serving absolute lunchbox #this is where he takes notes from when mbj is holding court btw

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ladzwriting · 10 months

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Danmei Review: THE SCUM VILLAIN'S SELF-SAVING SYSTEM Vol 2 by Mo Xiang Tong Xio (illust. Xiao Tong Kong (Velinxi)) (2022)

Genre: Transmigration Fantasy DanmeiYear Release in English: 2022Source: BOOK☆WALKER ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Review of Volume 1 here. Light spoilers abound Content warnings: Injury, demons, body horror The characters in this piece of gay media continue to be so over the top as a disgruntled web novel reader continues navigating the stallion novel he so desperately wants to fix. Shen Qingqiu…

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#danmei #fantasy #historical #Light Novel #Mo Xiang Tong Xio #supernatural #SVSSS #The Scum Villain&039;s Self-Serving System #transmigration #Vofan #Xiao Tong Kong (Velinxi)

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welcometomybraincomics · 6 months

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how I perceive other people watching new media bc they found ship content: Omg! I need to see my otp in action!

Me: *slidding into the room, fire and smoke trailing behind my feet* LORE?👀👀👀

#Me finding new media through ships: otp who? Let me see if the og content has more of this one thing they touched on briefly #And never mentioned again #Like I literally plan on looking more into The Scum Villain's Self Serving System bc Kimbapchan is writing a goofy ship fic #And mentions that the “Scum Villain's” true thoughts don't aline with the title “scum villain"#Bc his actions are forced upon him by the system and I want to see how that alins with canon #Also talking sword

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forbidden-sunlight · 6 months

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yandere! luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, physical abuse, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

I would like to thank @berrypuddingpwease for helping me expand a concept to full-fledged headcanons featuring one of my favorite characters from MXTX's danmei series, Scum Villian's Self-Saving System, aka SVSSS. This is dedicated to you, my friend :)

So without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Luo Binghe had suffered one tragedy after another in his life, and being a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with a scummy master would later serve as the foundation of his twisted personality in the future. You know it will happen because you have read it. This world you had woken up in, is none other than the famous stallion novel, Proud Immortal Demon Way. Your current incarnation wasn’t a member of Luo Binghe’s three digit harem nor the villain Shen Quingqui, but an extra, a senior disciple in Qing Ding Peak.

Since you weren’t equipped with a system, at least that you were currently aware of at the moment, it wouldn’t be considered OOC for canon fodder to try and be a good mentor to the current white lotus that is Luo Binghe, or try to improve your own cultivation so there was a chance you would survive the sect’s demise when the protagonist emerged from the Endless Abyss as an awakened Heavenly Demon.

It started off with the small things; greeting Luo Binghe with a smile whenever you saw him, sneaking an extra bit of food or medicine into the woodshed when you were sure no one was watching you, especially Shen Qingqiu. He might be a good teacher, but his temper was a legend in this peak.

The only way you could help Luo Binghe improve himself was to purposely compare your cultivation manual with the one he had, the false one written by the peak lord in an attempt to thwart the protagonist’s growth. By doing this, it would add another reason for Luo Binghe to hate his shizun.

You allowed him to borrow your book to copy any information he needed, as long as he was discreet. Lup Binghe swore to take good care of the manual, holding it close to his chest with sparkling eyes as he stared at you with a smile. It was cute, this white lotus version of Binghe.

Seeing positive changes in how behavior had been worth withstanding Shen Qingqiu’s anger, especially when he found out just the other day that you were the culprit who had been sneaking an extra portion of food to the protagonist. Good things the sleeves of the cultivation uniform were long enough to hide the bruises starting to form on your arms. There’s no doubt that the sect leader will start dishing out punishment to you from now on, even for the smallest mistake.

Oh, well. You’ll just have to be more careful in behaving around the rest of the sect and Binghe from now on. Still, how could he continue to grow without triggering the events that would lead to his blackening?

As you contemplated these thoughts, you could not have realized nor believed just how much of your presence in this world the plot of Proud Immortal Demon Way in very unexpected ways until it was too late to revert the damage that had already been done.

Luo Binghe is a very sticky, lovesick puppy for the shixiong who has treated him with so much kindness and respect and it scares him. He’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning….and realize that it had been a sweet, sweet dream. But he wakes up early every morning, and he sees his shixiong teaching the others alongside Ming Fan….and when his shixiong sees him, he smiles. And it is a warm, friendly smile that Binghe secretly wishes would belong only to him and no one else.

With his shixiong, Binghe’s life in the peak is so much better. He hasn’t been this happy in a long, long time…so why was his shizun continuing to punish his shixiong so unfairly? His shixiong didn’t do anything wrong! He is training him and the other disciples in preparation for the Immoral Alliance Conference, and doing more than his fair share of the chores around the peak!

But no matter what his shixiong did or did not do, their shizun would pull him away from him or the others, and his shixiong would not return to the bamboo house until it was past dinner-time.

Shixiong tried to brush off his concerns with a smile, but Binghe wasn’t blind! He sees the angry whip marks on his senior’s arms, his head and robes soaked with tea, the pained look in his eyes! Shixiong….Shixiong doesn’t deserve to be treated like this!

He needed to get stronger. Not just to protect himself but to make sure Shen Quingqui wouldn’t hurt his shixiong ever again! And if the sect didn’t accept them being together, then they will find happiness elsewhere. Rogue cultivators did exist beyond these mountains, although the other disciples believed they were wholly evil. But Binghe has come to realize that this world isn’t just black and white.

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mxtxfanatic · 9 months

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@zykamiliah Ok bear with me because I’m just writing off the top of my head.

I think I misspoke a little in the tags on your post: I don’t think Shen Yuan attributes all of his good deeds and skills to Shen Jiu throughout the novel; I think he attributes them to Shen Qingqiu the Character. Now, walk with me a little:

I like playing video games, especially those in which I can customize my own characters. Two such games are The Sims and Dragon Age. In The Sims, you can create your own character from scratch, meaning you are in charge of their looks, their personality, their backstory, their narrative, and life progression. You are in charge of everything if you so choose to be. Dragon Age, however, is not like that. You get to decide what your character looks like (to an extent), but you don’t get to create a backstory. You can decide romance but you are not in control of the story beats of those romances, just the choices you make in them. You can influence certain aspects of your character, but they will always go through certain events and always arrive at a predestined conclusion. How does this apply to Shen Yuan? Well, he’s just been stuffed into the character of a seemingly Dragon Age-type narrative.

Shen Yuan doesn’t get to decide Shen Qingqiu’s backstory. He doesn’t get to decide what his story designation is; he is automatically assigned the “scum villain” role. He doesn’t even get to decide Shen Qingqiu’s personality until he unlocks the ooc function. Shen Qingqiu is already a teacher, he is already a powerful cultivator with a renowned name, sword, skills, and he is already Luo Binghe’s abuser that will eventually throw him into the Endless Abyss, all story points that are unchangeable. And Shen Yuan is fully aware of this—uncomfortably so, in fact, with how the system exists to monitor his every move in order to keep him “on track.” It’s not unreasonable, therefore, for him to believe that this predestination applies to everything and everyone else, so much so that he believes that his small acts of kindness can only serve as pockets of reprieve for the “characters” before the predestined hardship arrives, nothing more.

But, as we find out, these “small acts of kindness” are narrative-changing—much stronger than the so-called predestination—and it is the formerly stated awareness and surveillance that leads Shen Yuan to be unable to see this, disregarding the tangable ways that his style of playing Shen Qingqiu has altered the narrative written by the author and upheld by the system. This applies to as early as Ning Yingying’s bolder personality and as late as Luo Binghe’s corruption by Xin Mo. It’s probably very significant that just how much the world of pidw had diverged from the original book is revealed to Shen Yuan only after Shen Qingqiu the Character self-destructs and Shen Yuan resurrects himself using the plant body. From that point on, he has to contend with how his actions have changed things, how Luo Binghe has been changed by him, enamored with him—not Shen Qingqiu the Character—and how, actually, the book he has transmigrated into doesn’t have a predestined ending because he has broken everything wide open.

And this isn’t to say that Shen Yuan doesn’t fully see himself as Shen Qingqiu, but it’s the difference between seeing himself as a part of Shen Qingqiu vs. seeing Shen Qingqiu as a part of himself. “Luo Binghe can’t love me because Shen Qingqiu is his scum villain.” “I can’t love Luo Binghe because Shen Qingqiu is his shizun.” “PIDW is destined to be a stallion novel, and Luo Binghe is guaranteed happiness with his harem.” These are the “predestined facts” that Shen Yuan has been shaping his pidw experience with, until they stop being facts and he has to actually look at the changes he has wrought and what he wants out of them, not what Shen Qingqiu would want or expect or react to. And I don’t think he ever fully divests himself of this mentality (we can still see him being casual about his skills even in the extras), but he is much freer in his actions and desires at the end of the story without the weight of Shen Qingqiu the Character dogging his expectations and even more so in the extras without the system acting as enforcer to his thoughts and behaviors.

#svsss #human metas mxtx #hope this makes sense #I haven’t gotten good sleep in like 2 days so of course this is when i want to meta #i may come back to this with some textual evidence #but if i do it won’t be for a long while

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web-novel-polls · 29 days

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Five Love Languages of Danmei: Cooking Bracket

["Anti-Propaganda" that attacks other characters is NOT allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character/ship.]

Bingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Characters: Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan)

One of Luo Binghe’s main hooks as a stallion novel protagonist (that gets him a giant harem) is his cooking. It’s so delicious Shen Qingqiu, who wants to avoid “wife plots,” can’t help but have him cook for him.

Submission:

Luo Binghe's love language is literally cooking! He starts making Shen Qingqiu's meals as a teenager, then makes him three meals a day for the 5 years Shen Qingqiu is dead, and ofc cooks for him regularly after they get together. Binghe's congee might as well be a symbol of their love at this point!

Liu Qi and Bai Chuan from The Right Way to Offer a Sacrifice to The River God

Submission:

Liu Qi x Bai Chuan is a "masterful cook x ultimate foodie" couple. Not only is Liu Qi an amazing cook, his cooking is actually what first draws Bai Chuan to him. To quote: "Not long later, Liu Qi served up two dishes of home-cooked food. Tomatoes and scrambled egg, vegetables stir-fried with smoked meat, and a large bowl of fish soup." And then, a few paragraphs later: "Liu Wi once again entered the kitchen and made two bowls of noodles, added in two eggs, and topped it with a few slices of cooked beef." And then: "Liu Qi rolled his eyes at Bai Chuan's antics and asked, 'What do you still want to eat? Want me to add in another dish of fried prawns?'" And so on. Bai Chuan, being the river god, brings in all the seafood they want for Li Qi to cook: "With a shake of his sleeves, a heap of seafood that could be found in the river came out from his sleeves, making pitter-patter sounds when they landed on the floor as they were still alive and jumping around energetically. Frantically, Liu Qi called out for him to stop so he could use a small basin to pick up the prawns. The remaining fish and crabs were stored in a bamboo basket for their next meal." Even better, they split the chores! Bai Chuan uses his river god-powers to act as a magical dishwasher after Liu Qi's done cooking. Peak domestic. What harmony.

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#bingqiu #svsss #mxtx #liu qi x bai chuan #the right way to offer a sacrifice to the river god #polls #danmei #danmei love languages tournament #danmei cooking bracket #danmei cooking bracket round 3 #queue #long post

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fandomanimatic-tournament · 8 months

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Fandom song animatic tournament: Side A Round 1

You'll be back - Hamilton Musical

"You'll be back like before I will fight the fight and win the war For your love, for your praise And I'll love you 'til my dying days When you're gone, I'll go mad So don't throw away this thing we had 'Cause when push comes to shove I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love"

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set it Off

"So could you Tell me how you're sleeping easy How you're only thinking of yourself Show me how you justify Telling all your lies like second nature Listen, mark my words, one day (one day) You will pay, you will pay Karma's gonna come collect your debt"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

You'll be back - Hamilton Musical

Propaganda:

the amount of animatics I had to sort through to find the one I was actually looking for was astronomical

Animatics with the song:

Karmaland Animatic

Steven Universe

Hazbin Hotel

Villainous

The Lion King

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set it Off

Propaganda:

I was appalled when I found out this song had a chance if not appearing on the polls. This song is my everything. It was there for me in my darkest moments and for my brightest days. This song and all it's animatics got me through life both metaphorically and literally. This song is my everything

wolf in sheeps clothing turned me evil as a young child /pos

This had SUCH an effect on me in middle school

The anthem for edgy middle schoolers with tragic OCs everywhere Not to mention that "Burn. In. HELLLLLLLLLL YEAAHHHHH!" Is just downright iconic

Admittedly I still want to make an animatic for this myself, but it's a fun song that just OOZES villainous or anti-hero charm and popping up unexpectedly and the bridge???? Shifting from darker to hopeful only to drop back down?? "Start all over, start all over-- who am I kidding, let's not get overzealous here! You've always been a huge piece of shit" is just. mwah. incredible. And there's an official acoustic version of it too which I don't know if it's used as often but it has an entirely different vibe. Instead of the cocky or confident singer who has their target EXACTLY where they want them, it's someone who's given up and is tired of all of it. There's Options. it's fantastic.

Animatics with the song:

DSMP Technoblade animatic

Yandere Highschool

Your Turn To Die

Miraculous Ladybug

Scum Villain Self Serving System

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you.

#fandom animatic tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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delicioussshame · 4 months

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Look, sometimes you need to write shit with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It's set in the AU where SY is sleeping with both father and son and it's vaguely D/s TLJ/SY porn. Do with that what you will.

Shen Yuan should have pulled a “Not tonight, I have a headache.” He’s in no shape to handle anyone tonight, not with Binghe having taken advantage, taken all of the advantages, of his father’s business trip so thoroughly, probably to stop Shen Yuan from doing exactly what he’s doing right now. What Shen Yuan needs is a week of uninterrupted sleep by himself to restore his strength, his health and his sanity. It’s what he told Binghe when he left his boyfriend’s apartment.

But Tianlang-Jun had called the next day, fresh off the plane, not even bothering to hide how much he’d missed Shen Yuan, and he had found himself unable to say no to Tianlang-Jun’s very suggestive tone. Acquiescing to whatever Tianlang-Jun demanded of him was second nature by now.

So Shen Yuan had said yes, he’d be right there, and so here he is, with Tianlang-Jun’s tongue in his mouth and his hands down the back of his pants. It shouldn’t be possible for Shen Yuan to light up like this, to burn like, like he was Tianlang-Jun, eager to put behind him three weeks of abstinence. Shen Yuan hasn’t even enjoyed a full twenty-four hours of it yet! Still, he twists under Tianlang-Jun’s touch like his sore body wasn’t protesting, like it wasn’t dreading the path those hands seemed intent on following.

Shen Yuan desperately curses biology. Did both of them need to be that well endowed? They didn’t even have the decency to have something they needed to compensate for! He has no idea how to tell Tianlang-Jun that he’s too sore for a proper welcome. It’s not like he can build a proper argument when he’s like this. Tianlang-Jun will laugh out any attempt at resistance, will talk circles around him until he’s begging to be fucked, having forgotten everything but the need he was being fed. After all, he said yes.

He’s doomed. He has to accept he won’t be able to leave the bed tomorrow.

Might as well enjoy it as best he can.

So Shen Yuan doesn’t protest when Tianlang-Jun removes their clothes with a bit too much haste, a lack of control uncharacteristic of him. Any other time, Shen Yuan might be amused. He might dare to tease, knowing it would result in him being put in his place and relishing every moment of it.

Tonight, he knows better. He can’t afford the extra workout. It’ll take all he has to come out of the tamest version of their usual encounters in one piece. He prefers to remain pliant, to be as good as Tianlang-Jun wants him to be, so that he’ll be rewarded and, hopefully, taken cared of properly.

His breathing is ragged by the time Tianlang-Jun’s finger finds his opening, but all the desire in the world can’t stop him from wincing.

Tianlang-Jun stops at once.

Shen Yuan also freezes.

When Tianlang-Jun tries again, Shen Yuan manages to hold back the exclamation of pain.

He cannot, however, stop himself from tensing.

Gone are Tianlang-Jun’s dulcet tones. “I see my son has kept you busy.”

It is utterly ridiculous that Shen Yuan still isn’t immune, but it is what it is; he can’t help blushing bright red at Tianlang-Jun acknowledging Shen Yuan and his own son’s sex life. He’s not the one related to either of them, how come he’s the most embarrassed by it! If he had the power to impose anything on them, he would forbid both his lovers from even thinking about the other during sex.

He tries to get himself back together long enough to answer. “Did you expect anything else?”

Tianlang-Jun sighs, his voice softening. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have. You, however, should not have let me get away with it. I have no desire to hurt you.”

He knows that. He’s more than aware that for all of Tianlang-Jun’s pushing, he has his wellbeing at heart. He would never inflict pain when it could be avoided.

But. “I said yes.”

“You should not have felt obligated to.”

Did he? Is that why he said yes?

No. He said yes because Tianlang-Jun had the power to make him lose all reason. A power he and his son share.

Shen Yuan had been doomed from the start. “I didn’t.”

“Then why did you come in this shape, without even informing me?”

His cheeks are still burning. He wants to answer, instinctively want to respond to Tianlang-Jun’s kind but firm request in a way that would please him, but words die on his tongue before he can make it move. How could he explain what he can’t admit to himself?

Lips press against his, cutting off any potential response.

Shen Yuan leans into the excuse gratefully.

Tianlang-Jun’s eyes meet his, and Shen Yuan knows he doesn’t have to speak to be understood. The hands still resting on his ass change their trajectory to cup his cock, still hard despite the light pain of the intrusion.

This time, the sound Shen Yuan lets out is of another nature entirely.

He hides his face in the crook of Tianlang-Jun’s neck, hoping the sounds he’s making so close to his ear aren’t deafening.

He’d want to do better than this, to be more than a trembling mess barely able to hold himself together, only good for taking what he’s being given gratefully, but at the moment it takes all he has not to shatter in pieces under Tianlang-Jun’s hands. Not to falter from the mere brush of the man’s untouched erection against him, threatening and yet calling to him even in this state.

Tianlang-Jun pulls at him just so, and he’s the one breaking like a dam, like he had been waiting for an eternity for exactly this.

It takes him a few minutes to piece himself back together.

Tianlang-Jun holds him through it, his soiled hands a comforting weight on his back.

He wouldn’t call the weight of the cock straining against his thighs comforting, but it certainly is familiar.

Once he’s certain he has regained enough muscle coordination for it, he slides off Tianlang-Jun’s lap until he’s kneeling on the floor by the bed, his intent clear enough even before he licks his drying lips. He might be too sore to enjoy a proper fuck, but he can still offer his throat.

It is all it is; an offer. He has never been, nor would he want to be, the one making the choices here.

Nails brush lightly against his scalp before fingers curl around the back of his head, soft but unrelenting. Shen Yuan closes his eyes and opens up as wide as he can, welcoming the heavy weight on his tongue until the cock lodges itself all the way down the back of his throat.

At first, the mere idea he could manage this would have seemed laughable to him, but he was taught that with patience and the right guidance, very few things are impossible. He can now handle to the girth and length of his partners if he so wishes.

This, too, can be demanding, but Luo Binghe has spared him this, so it is easier to handle at the moment.

He breathes when he can, unmindful of the tears pearling in his eyes, and remains open and docile for his partner to use as he sees fit, mindlessly responding to each caress or soft-spoken word to please his partner just as he wants to be pleasured. He was trained to be good, and this is what he will be. Surely Tianlang-Jun deserves nothing less.

The grip on the back of his head tightens.

Hopefully, it will leave marks Shen Yuan will still be able to feel tomorrow.

He’s pushed deeper onto Tianlang-Jun’s cock, his taste turning saltier as more precome spills inside him. Shen Yuan readies himself for what he knows is coming, tightening his lips as much as he can to keep his master’s essence from escaping. He feels the warm skin pulse in his mouth before come fills him, leaving him with the deep satisfaction of knowing that even when tried and used, Shen Yuan can still be good, as he always should be.

Shen Yuan stays where he is, his lips still loosely wrapped around the head of Tianlang-Jun’s cock. For all that his body is tired, not ready for another round yet, his partner’s situation is very different. He knows the night is far from over. If Tianlang-Jun so wishes, in a few minutes Shen Yuan will once again take in as much of his partner’s cock as he is able to, until he feeds Shen Yuan his come once more. He doesn’t mind. He never has. Tianlang-Jun likes finding his limits and pushing past them until they’re completely obliterated. All Shen Yuan has to do is let him.

In another life, he might have complained. In this one, he sees no reason to. There is nothing as peaceful as these moments, where the world is simple and the path forward, clear. How could he say no to it?

So he ignores the strain in his knees and stays in place, ready to be useful when it is demanded of him.

#The Scum Villain's Self Serving System #Scum Villain #Tianlang-Jun/Shen Yuan

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redjayson · 7 days

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Binghe was right. If any of the cultivators in the tea house are from Cang Qiong, then they are, indeed, exceptional beauties. Particularly the man who just walked in the door, escorted by a woman who, while quite beautiful herself, pales in comparison to her date. Ink black hair, pulled into an elaborate hairstyle anchored by a delicate filigree head crown; dangling earrings that accentuate the long line of his neck; green and white silks, cut to be flatteringly elegant on this man, with understated embroidery that serves to show off their owner’s natural beauty rather than detract from it. “Oh my,” Tianlang-Jun murmurs appreciatively in her ear, obviously having followed her gaze. “Mn,” Su Xiyan hums in response. They’ll have to find a way to lure him away from his date, or otherwise catch up with him after the play is over, in order to invite him out somewhere else.

or: that time Su Xiyan and Tianlang-Jun successfully seduced Shen Qingqiu

The MXTX Remix Exchange 2024 has de-anoned so I can post this now! anyway you should also go read how to avoid love for dummies by chromhoesomes because I had so much fun remixing it. the fic is hilarious and involves shen qingqiu being an absolute clown ❤️

#my fic #svsss

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 2 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

My brain has been running on crack/reaction fics this entire day. So what better thing than to mix crack/reaction fics with SVSSS? (because "Why not?")

This idea starts with one simple change in the plot of SVSSS.

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title: "Shen Jiu's Regret: Reading SVSSS"

Instead of Shen Jiu's soul being dispersed (or whatever happened to him), when Shen Yuan transmigrates Shen Jiu's soul goes into Shen Yuan's body (basically body swap but System tells Shen Yuan that his previous body is dead).

Shen Jiu is quite rattled when he wakes up in a hospital room with another set of memories ("Who the hell is Shen Yuan? Huh? It's ME!?"), surrounded people he personally doesn't know (who also seem to .... care about him? That's strange.) and in a very strange world (full of people that definitely never heard of the word "shame." - like seriously, what are these shameless and revealing clothes? And why is his hair short? Are people in this world just shameless?).

It takes him a few months to get back on his feet and adjust to this new world, but when Shen Jiu (his name is Shen Yuan now.... -he can't get used to it yet) goes back to his (new) old apartment he looks at the novel that the old Shen Yuan has been reading before all of this happened.

Instead of "Proud Immortal Demon Way", what Shen Jiu finds is a novel called "The Scum Villain's Self-Serving System" - which was apparently written by Airplane Shooting Across The Sky and Peerless Cucumber - which is double weird: 1. Shen Yuan has no memory of ever WRITING a novel (and 2. Who calls themselves after a vegetable? And what did that vegetable do to become "peerless" among other cucumbers? - Shen Yuan continues to be an enigma to Shen Jiu, and that guy is probably dead, so he can't really ask him what this ... name/title means either)

Lacking understanding of many things (and having no cultivation + no idea of how to get back into his body) but still being curious, Shen Jiu decides to star reading the novel.

Shen Jiu is cursing both Shen Yuan and his own curiosity right now.

TL;DR Shen Jiu swaps bodies with Shen Yuan and reads SVSSS, cursing both Shen Yuan and his own morbid curiosity as he does so. (And Shang Qinghua later)

Is this my glorified attempt at a reaction fic that only has Shen Jiu reacting to what Shen Yuan is doing in his own (former) body? Yes.

Is this my way of making Shne Jiu have multiple (mental) Qi deviations while reading SVSSS? Also yes.

Do I classify this as a crack fic? My brain certainly does!

(At one point or another, I am gonna expand on this idea, but my brain forbids me from doing so today)

So... Good? Bad? An 11/10 on the Crack Fic Meter? Tell me what you think.

Regardless, this is all for today. I will see you all tomorrow.

Bye,

- TooManyPlotBunnies - Send Help

#svsss #shen jiu #shen yuan #fanfic ideas #fic ideas #reaction fic #i swear I don't know what my brain is on these days #poor shen jiu #he is gonna have qi diviation galore #and he is already in shock because the people in the modern world are shameless #shen “who tf considers these clothes normal?” jiu #(don't let him get started on the fact that people now *cut* their hair - for him that's blasphemy)

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