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In the Moshang Wing!AU, what are the other peak lords reactions to SQH's wings? How are they revealed? (Will it be a dramatic reveal, eg. Rescuing his disciples or protecting non-cultivators from demons?) What are other people's reactions? I both want and don't want to know the OPM's reaction to SQH's wings. Creep.
Are you giving him red-crowned crane wings like @mediumsizedpidegon suggested, or are you sticking to the typical angelic white?
Every time I get an ask about Wings!Moshang AU I go feral and come out the other end with so many muse for this 😫is it a curse
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When head disciple Shang Qinghua is reported missing, there are no alarms raised on Cang Qiong Mountains.
After all, is there any point? He has gone missing before. The first time was before he was ever even an inner disciple of An Ding. It’s a pattern, it’s a habit — it’s become a characteristic of his.
In the beginning, of course there had been worry, concern, scolding. However, as the years climbed onward, one truth became apparent to everyone, and it was this; if Shang Qinghua was missing, he would not be found.
Each and every time, no matter how long it takes, he always comes crawling back on his own.
No amount of search parties dispatched would would ever find a single clue as to his whereabouts. After a decade of failures, they just stopped trying.
Perhaps such a circumstance might make some suspicious. Spies amongst the sects are not unheard of, after all, and Shang Qinghua’s regular disappearing acts would go hand in hand with such a position.
Yes, the idea was brought up more than once in some meeting or other, though in the end nothing much was done about it. This was because they could all eventually agree on one thing — that Shang Qinghua did not have the temperament of being a spy.
He is a people pleaser. The type of disciple that would scramble with desperation the second he got it in his head that something might be expected of him. That didn’t change much after he became a head disciple, which might make some sneer at him, but to others it was almost endearing.
Someone like that would not have the ability to even encounter the thought of turning coat to serve another side.
And so Shang Qinghua was left to his devices, disappearing from the sect and then reappearing later with barely anyone batting an eye beyond some frustration of certain forms and reports being left untouched in his absence. Deadlines did have to be kept, after all, no matter the strange habit.
Which is why no one questions it when Shang Qinghua missed a head disciple meeting. He’s missed them before, and it had only been three days since he was last seen on his peak. He’s never been gone for more than a week. With no important matters being discussed, anything that might concern him was simply pushed to the next meeting and this one concluded without him. Business continued as normal within the mountain sect.
It was his subsequence absence at said next meeting that finally managed to raise a few eyebrows.
Head disciple meetings are a biweekly affair, wherein all twelve head disciples gathered to discuss the running of the different peaks and talk business. They are preliminary meetings to the peak lord meetings that they will be conducting in the future, once the current peak lords ascend.
For Shang Qinghua to miss not only one, but two of such meetings, with no report of him being seen anywhere in the sect between them, is to say that Shang Qinghua has been missing for over two weeks. Twice as long as he has ever been gone before.
The subject of the second meeting leaned more toward discussing the possible whereabouts of the head disciple of their fourth peak rather than anything else. The debate was inconclusive, and the meeting adjourned with more questions than answers.
After all, when Shang Qinghua has disappeared, he cannot be found until he choses to return.
The pressure of being a head disciple, it was theorized, must be getting to him. Running away to escape the demands of the position, even for a little bit, is nothing to frown at. Sometimes we all need room to breathe.
And, in the end, no matter how long he is gone, he always returns.
This time he is gone for longer, but nothing is done. He is their brother, they say, and they have to trust that he will come back as he always has.
Another week goes by with no sign of the missing head disciple. It’s here that worry finally begins to get the better of them. Was their trust misplaced after all? Did something… truly happen, this time?
Or, was something happening each time, every time he was gone, and he never told anyone, and none of them ever noticed?
They can do nothing but make guesses. It’s a powerless feeling. They are disciples of a powerful cultivation section, but not even their search talismans are working. Which has always happened when someone tries to find Shang Qinghua after he’s disappeared, but it’s nonetheless disheartening that it still doesn’t work now, when something might honestly be wrong.
They go to their peak lords, who lend hand in the search. Just as before, though, there are no results. Shang Qinghua cannot be found, and it would be damn impressive if it wasn’t so worrying.
They can only wait.
It’s a few days before the third biweekly meeting that Shang Qinghua finally does crawl his way back to the sect.
The reason for his disappearance this time not a single one of them could have ever guessed correctly even if they’d been given hints. It’s something that would have never occurred to them even at their most imaginative.
After all, this is Shang Qinghua they’re talking about. Small, cowardly, somewhat reliable but not exactly trustworthy, never the strongest. Out of every cultivator in China, he’s the last one anyone would have thought this could happen to.
His return is abrupt and with no little drama. He appears directly in Mu Qingfang’s hospital office, the torn remnants of a teleportation talisman clutched in bloodied fists. He’s curled in on himself, robes as red as his hands and clearly injured. There’s blood all over him, coating his limbs and his face, even his—
— wings.
My Qingfang gapes. Unprofessionally, it takes him far too many lengthy moments to gather himself together, and when the implications of what’s happened finally hit him, the head disciple of the medical peak goes deathly pale.
This brother of his, this small and shy and flighty shixiong. This seemingly subpar cultivator whose faithfulness to the righteous path and their own sect has been ruthlessly questioned by even himself like the rest of their martial sibling again and again.
He’s grown wings. He’s been gone for three and a half weeks and in that time he has grown wings.
Mu Qingfang scrambles to kneel next to his shixiong, hands raised but not touching Shang Qinghua’s huddled form. He can see that he is trembling from the pain, and it is no wonder — three weeks; his blood congealing and already dried in places. His face beneath the red is paler than a ghost.
The — wings, are tucked in tightly against his back, and they twitch and spasm with his pain and discomfort. They’re unkempt and dirty and shivering. Mu Qingfang can’t even see what color they are beneath the grime.
Goosebumps prickle at Mu Qingfang’s skin, raising the hairs on the back of his neck as he stares at the wings, then at his unresponsive shixiong. He finally places a hand on Shang Qinghua’s shoulder, and Shang Qinghua flinches away from him.
Mu Qingfang swallows. He lunges up from the floor and shouts for his aids, his peak lord, anyone.
Three weeks. Missing. Presumably alone the entire time.
Wings.
He’s be surprised if Shang Qinghua managed to keep his sanity, after all this.
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As for the other questions… you’ll have to wait and see :3
Moshang Wings AU:
MBJ’s initial reaction, wings AU origin post, MBJ’s full reaction (in progress), SQH wing fanart, vodka’s SQH wing art…
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By the way, I’ve been updating this story again.
Two new chapter so far this week, let’s send me good vibes that this trend continues!
For those of you who are new here, this is the Shang Qinghua-centric super whump fanfic where readers fuel me with tears so that I may keep on slaying ✨
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I love ur AUs and writing style. pls dump some more wing AU hcs on me please if you have any, it is not a curse but a blessing. how does sqh’s shizun react?
I should go through and collect all these snippets and actually put it on Ao3 as a story by this point lol…
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Mo Yaomei found Shang Lei when he was only six years old, battered and bruised from a life on the streets and chasing dogs for food. He took the skeleton of a child back to An Ding with him, and in the decades that followed he has become the leading cause of Mo Yaomei’s collection of gray hairs.
If nothing else told him that it was time to retire, it was this obvious sign of aging.
Shang Lei’s habit of disappearing has always caused him grief and worry, despite the fact that the boy always returns in the end. If not for the fact that any punishment slides off him like water, ignored, then Mo Yaomei would lock his errant favorite disciple in his office on the mountain. But just as he likes to disappear, Shang Lei can find his way in or out of anywhere no matter the circumstances.
It’s this alone that soothes Mo Yaomei’s worry during his various absences. That, whatever sort of events his disciple may be caught up in, Shang Lei can and will find a way out of it without any help.
That doesn’t mean he no longer tries. The thought of his disciple son out there alone, facing the unknown without any aid pulls at Mo Yaomei’s heart like nothing else. In this teacher’s mind, Shang Lei — Qinghua— will always be that tiny, dirt-scuffed little boy staring up at him with honey eyes that knew too much.
When Shang Qinghua goes missing, there’s a protocol on An Ding. A disciple comes to notify Mo Yaomei that his now head disciple has not been seen in too long, and Mo Yaomei sends off a missive to the other peaks to keep their eyes open for any sign of the boy’s eventual return. He continues his work, this time slightly more exasperated.
A week passed and An Ding prepares for Shang Qinghua’s return. Stacks of documents are set aside for him to make up for what he’d missed in his absence, and the emergency medical kit on both the main offices and Shang Qinghua’s private rooms are restocked.
Another week passes. Mo Yaomei is informed by a slightly concerned martial nephew from Qian Cao that his head disciple has missed the second head disciple meeting in a row. Mo Yaomei feels as if something is off. Shang Qinghua usually is never gone this long.
Half ways through the third week with absolutely no news and a growing disquiet amongst his disciples, the An Ding peak lord is besides himself with worry. No one has seen or heard nothing. None of their best tracking talisman’s from the research peak are working. His shidi even sat and did a homing ritual and it didn’t work. The only reason Mo Yaomei knows his head disciple is not dead is that his life crystal in the census room still glows bright blue.
There’s a misty purple climbing up from its base, but no orange or red. Shang Qinghua is not in danger, wherever he is. Just in pain.
It does little to settle Mo Yaomei’s worry.
Finally, the third week is almost finished and Mo Yaomei is about to step out of the sect himself to join the search party, when the same martial nephew from Qian Cao sends a lower disciple to summon him. Frantically. Mo Yaomei drops everything and rushes to follow.
While he is fretful and concerned and oh so worried, the news still settles that rapid beating of his heart that these weeks have cursed him with. The knowledge his son disciple is finally safe home is the answer to his most fervent hope and prayer.
The fact that Shang Qinghua now has some extra feathery appendages, well… They are beautiful wings, he can tell already even if they’re currently covered in blood.
And out of anyone that Mo Yaomei has known in his long life, Shang Qinghua would be the only one he could ever believe to be blessed by the heavens.
His disciple is home, safe. That’s all that matters. Everything else can come later.
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I love love love Skyrim of course but you know what other video game is popular with throwing OCs in? Dragon Age. Specifically DAI for this, how would Dominic handle being tossed Inquisition instead?
“My question is this;” the woman states flatly, “What is a Tranquil doing at the center of the blast that destroyed the conclave and killed everyone in it. Except for you.”
Dominic blinks slowly up at her, face blank out of pure befuddlement.
What? This is not how this is supposed to go.
Cassandra Pentaghast closes in, sharp eyes narrow enough to slice into his skin.
“You fall out of the fade that you no longer have connection to by any means, bearing a mark on your hand that carries the same power as the breach tearing apart the sky.”
Dominic breathes.
Holy shit.
“Who sent you?” Cassandra demands. “What was your purpose here, and why?”
He thought Skyrim was hard? This is Thedas. THE Dragon Age Stage.
He is going to have to give the act of his goddamn life here.
His eyes are wide, and they’re starting to sting to longer he goes without blinking.
Just a bit more.
Leliana is right there. Holy shit.
“Speak!” Cassandra barks out.
Dominic flinches back at the volume of her shout. He’s feeling a little faint, and he’s certain that it shows on his face.
His flinch — a show of emotion — causes Cassandra and Leliana, and even the two guards that haven’t yet left, to pause and look at him with heavily discerning stares.
Dominic is an emotional person. Why is he Tranquil here? Who decided that? Dominic certainly doesn’t feel Tranquil. Dominic feels like —
He feels.
Oh.
Oh shit.
He has to play the part of his goddamn life.
He swallows.
“I…”
Dominic lifts a hand to his face. The other hand is dragged up with it due to the shackles that bind his wrists together. With his fingertips, he traces along the damp line that a salty tear has drawn from his eye to the corner of his mouth.
He focuses all his attention on the confusion he feels at having found himself, once again, in a place that is too familiar but too strange to be familiar. Carefully, he allows it to appear on his face, morphing his expression however the emotion pleases.
It’s more natural that way.
“What are you?” Cassandra says slowly.
Her brows are pulled together in a tight, displeased frown.
Dominic blinks rapidly, coming out the pregame focus — every scene is best played after you center yourself, so every second in this world counts like it never has before —and he releases a shaky breath.
“I’m… afraid.” He says, like it’s a wonder.
At the word, several more tears dribble down his face, and Dominic can feel hysteria beginning to draw tight against his shoulders and his lungs.
Following his instincts, he draws back slightly to put as much space in between him and Cassandra as he can whilst she’s still all up in his face like she is.
She looks like she wants to follow, to corner him, but she doesn’t. She lets him move away, watching him with a narrow look that speaks of her own confusion and upset at the situation.
Behind her, Leliana looks on without any expression.
That’s the one he has to watch out for.
Without, obviously, making it look like he’s watching out for her.
Dominic’s breathes come a bit faster, a bit choppier, a bit more frantic.
“I’m afraid.” He says, unable to believe it.
He is scared. He is pissed.
He is going to find whichever Daedric Prince or Divine decided that he needed a field trip and shove his boot up their ass.
#Dominic Moriah#skyrim#dragon age inquisition#Vod answering#vodkassassin fanfiction#oc insert#self insert OC#Vod’s OCs
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Next part of the Cale Henituse Protection Squad series is out on Ao3!
#lout of the count’s family#trash of the count's family#TCF fanfiction#Vodkassassin fanfiction#chapter updates
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In the Wings AU, can you tell me about Mobei Jun's initial reaction to going to a routine spy-meeting, and finding SQH writhing in pain while sprouting wings?
Oh oh ooohhh you’re the one who sent the initial ask about this. Sorry it’s taking me so long but umm I’m trying to write that entire scene out for your reply 🤣🙏🏻 I guess I can touch on it a little since it’s so slow going tho:
Disbelief, is his initial reaction. Until now, even if he seems outwardly pathetic and cowardly, Shang Qinghua has also always been incredibly resilient and tough in Mobei Jun’s eyes. No matter the injury or the situation, the cultivator rarely blinks an eye before he’s already circumventing it. He may flinch and cry a lot but at the end of the day even a stab wound doesn’t stop Shang Qinghua for more than half a minute.
So to arrive at their meeting point to find the normally unruffled Shang Qinghua laid flat on the ground, unable to speak from pain, it’s startling to Mobei Jun who has never witnessed Shang Qinghua in such a state. He’s never seen anything affect the cultivator like this. He’s never seen Shang Qinghua unable to stand under anything to the world three at him — and if he’s honest, Shang Qinghua has the worst luck, and the world has thrown a lot at him only for him to come out the other side relatively unscathed.
Not now though. Now, Shang Qinghua cannot stand, is not even coherent enough to recognize Mobei Jun, and for someone who has never seemed to falter — it’s frightening to witness.
The moment Mobei Jun realizes why Shang Qinghua is like this, however, that disbelief melts into understanding. Because, in all of his life, Mobei Jun has met evil, selfish, greedy upon cruel people, and Shang Qinghua would be the only person in the world that Mobei Jun would ever think of to rightfully receive the blessing of wings.
That doesn’t mean that he isn’t still frightened, though. To see someone so strong and resilient brought to the ground in such a state — no matter how deserving of a blessing they are, it hurts to see. It makes Mobei Jun want to do anything in his power to make it easier.
If only Shang Qinghua would let him!
#Moshang wing!AU#svsss asks#mobei jun#Shang Qinghua#vodkassassin fanfiction#i wrote this at work pls excuse any mistakes lol
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:3c Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
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and i’m reminded of the simple life (where I work and just be used) (SVSSS) Shang Qinghua
It’s my Shang Qinghua superwhump fic with an overlaying plot that evolved from a one shot I had written one morning over coffee before work a few years ago. I never anticipated it growing into something of this scale. Through this fic, I’ve been able to explore certain characters and their motivations and behaviors in ways I wouldn’t in other stories. It’s great fun for me <3
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Shakespeare in the Park (Skyrim) Dominic Moriah (OC)
My good old insert-OC Dominic and his adventures in Skyrim, transmigration gamer style. This one is a story I’ve been working off and on for YEARS and I still have so much planned for it. I’ve barely even started m. The fact i have gotten so many comments on this fic along the lines of “I don’t even go here (skyrim) but I love this story” is mind boggling. I hope my writing was able to inspire someone to play the game at least once 👀
Plus, Dominic as a character is just so much fun to write. And, gratifyingly, I have been told he’s also very fun to read.
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Ear to the Wall (Naruto) Hatake Kakashi
Ah, my baby. One of my most successful fics ever. Topping the charts of my statistics. Raking in the bread (I wish lmao).
The fact that this story, too, started from just a one shot of a vague idea I had one day and somehow snowballed into this absolute monstrosity that so many people love is what I live for as a writer. So many people nuts enjoy reading about sick baby Kakashi tumbling blindly through his own time travel fix-it, and it breathes life into me every day.
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above, and beyond, and below (MDZS) Su She (OC-Insert)
Genuinely I am so proud of the way I’ve written this story. I can reread it and come across barely any points in which I feel like rewriting, which is rare! The pacing, the emotion, the character voices, the implications of future plot points… I wanna chef kiss myself with tongue for the great job I’ve been doing with this story.
Plus, the amount of people who have raged at me for making them cry with this one specifically is how I survive in this cold and cruel world 💖
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bundle up tight (American Dragon Jake Long) Jake
Listen, this fandom could use some new blood. Not people, I mean, just stories — I mean, the world building potential alone! It deserves more attention. The sandbox is unlimited and there’s room for more people to build castles next to my small and humble home.
I’ll come back myself and read this one, and it always brings me joy. Nostalgia paired with my own ideas in writing it just makes me feel cozy.
Honorable mentions:
Pelsitheos (Percy Jackson) Percy [time travel, canon overhaul, character motivation focus, collecting adoptable characters] WIP
cornered animals bear their teeth (SVSSS) Shang Qinghua [throat tearing, badass SQH, infatuated MBJ, just 😏] COMPLETE
Attempt #2 (Trash of the Count’s Family) Cale Henituse|Kim Rok Soo [protective papa Eruhaben, best big brother Alberu, Cale Henituse Protection Squad] COMPLETE
#my favorite fics of mine#tag meme#Vodkassassin fanfiction#scum villain#mdzs#Naruto#Kakashi#Percy Jackson#American dragon
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I'd love to hear more about the Wings!AU!! Wings + people are my JAM
It was a passing flight of fancy, nothing that he ever put much planning into.
He’d thought, hey, the demon wives are the ones who always get the cool additions, while the cultivators are just humans. Surrounded by all these devastating beauties with tails or horns or extra appendages, aren’t they unfortunately boring? Out classed? That’s kind of unfair, right?
If demons can have horns and tails and be devilish, then shouldn’t the other side of their coin in this world have the opposite?
So he’d dreamt up a new wife, a cultivator born of low standing who had worked hard to get to where she was. She’s lived a thankless life but her heart was too good to allow her past to darken her mindset. She was kind, and found purpose in helping others. It was that kindness that drew his darling protagonist to her to begin with, so different was it from the rest of his scheming, plotting, politically-minded concubines.
Endlessly kind despite hardship. Righteous in the way that a person of the ‘righteous cultivator of the immortal, heavenly path’ schtick was always supposed to be.
Almost angelic. And what’s an angel without wings?
It’s a very western idea, so Airplane was forced to tackle it in a very delicate manner. Not too delicately — after all, he’d already implemented other western ideas in the story, such as the vampire demon clan, so what’s one more? It’s not like anyone other than one particularly pissy forum reviewer gave a shit — but carefully enough that it soothes the last, bloody, fraying scraps of what was left of his integrity as an author.
So he’d written stipulations. Rules. The rarity, the difficult origin, the mythical nature. A condition of virtue, barely obtainable by a mere mortal, and completely unobtainable by immortals that weren’t already blessed with them.
One in a billion chance, basically.
So the kind, angelic cultivator had faced every horrid and treacherous obstacle of her life and still come out as soft-hearted as she’d been before, if not more so. Luo Binghe was smitten, obviously. How could he not be, when he hadn’t seen such kindness in either world since his poor mother?
And then, the cultivator had reached a milestone in the journey of an immortal; despite all the difficult steps of her life, she’d finally formed her golden core.
And in the formation of that seed of immortality, the blessing of the heavens themselves was laid upon this cultivator, as wings sprouted from her back. Beautiful wings, pure as her soul with feathers as soft as her heart. They fit her perfectly and were something glorious to behold.
Their emergence was painful, bloody, and near fatal. His poor protagonist was driven nearly insane with worry the entire week it had taken for the wings to fully appear, forced to leave the bedside of his newest love to hunt her down herbs that would lessen the agonizing pain.
But the cultivator woman pulled through in the end. After all, what kind of author would he be if he allowed the newest wife of his stallion protag to die a tragic death when he’d only just obtained her?
The cultivator got her wings, Luo Binghe got his angel, and the plot closed rather simply on that one. Airplane patted himself on the back for an idea well executed and continued on his way, hardly ever thinking about it again.
After all, it was rare. It would go against the continuity of his own narrative decision if he’d written another winged cultivator wife.
A one in a billion chance, mostly known only because of legends.
That’s one of the many reasons why he, Airplane, now trapped in his own train wreck of a novel as canon fodder character Shang Qinghua, had never, not once, ever given the slightest thought it could ever happen to him.
After all, him? Shang Qinghua? Destined to be a traitor? Weak in cultivation, an overworked head disciple of the logistics peak, with a feeble mind and a will that’s about as strong as wet newspaper?
Wings are for cultivators who are a shimmering diamond in a pig trough. Cultivators who work themselves to the bone in the face of all adversity and live and breath the adage of righteousness.
Shang Qinghua isn’t that at all. He’s the exact opposite. He’s sneaky and underhanded and too tired to make any effort more than is necessary. Shang Qinghua is a textbook cannon fodder villain.
Shang Qinghua is in the middle of the woods, far from any town or village or human campsite, actually meditating for the first time in ages because he’s so bored waiting for his king to come and listen to his report that doesn’t even have anything interesting of note.
Shang Qinghua is leaning against a tree when he feels something click into place in the depths of his much-neglected dantian.
Without the time to take even one more breath, his entire back erupts into agony like hot, molten metal had just been poured down his collar. Shang Qinghua falls to the ground with a quiet noise that does nothing, nothing to verbalize the way his skeleton is suddenly trying to claw its way out of his skin.
#Moshang Wing!AU#vodkassassin fanfiction#svsss#Shang Qinghua#mobei jun#ahhhhh why do I write on tumblr#it’s so hard to copy and paste into a document afterward huhuhuuu#i torture myself by doing this
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Role Reversal AU for SVSS! Luo Binghe & Mobei Jun as transmigrators; Shen Yuan and Shang Quinhua as characters?
Who would you cast as the Author, and who as the Fan? What would the story and dynamics be like?
My first thought was that LBH would be the author and MBJ would be the fan (MBJ just gives off fanboy vibes don’t @ me), but when I gave it more thought, I figured Author MBJ would be really fun. Because while MBJ gives off fanboy vibes, LBH gives off unhinged fanboy vibes
And it’s just really funny, the image of cool, unaffected MBJ, who is some successful businessman during the day, going home at night to bust out 10k words of fantasy webnovel that’s a very, exceedingly thin cover for unbridled smut. And his peer, lawfirm heir LBH who covers the front pages with successful case after successful case under his dad and mom’s firm, also going home still dressed in his suit, eager to catch up on the latest chapter because he urgently needs to read more about his favorite character. While he’s constantly mad about how dirty the author writes the scum villain Shen Yuan, he gobbles up any content that’s centered on this character (and owns the body pillow but shut up leave him alone men can have hobbies too shut up).
Meanwhile, Shang Qinghua is living out his tragedy filled life as a half demon-human with parents who are in the violent throes of a xianxia divorce, and also that one cultivator guy Shen Yuan seems to have the sole goal of hunting him down just to make his life even more miserable. Like, are they friends? Are they enemies? Why are you so mean, bro? You saved me from that court intrigue but now you’re ridiculing me within an inch or my life, what’s your deal?!
SQH makes a very pathetic half demon protag, but you know. MBJ likes his men pathetic, so.
#svsss asks#role reversal AU#i got carried away maybe#aiiiya I have invoices to process I need to work aaaa#vodkassassin fanfiction
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Quick transmigration original story (agent 22) for WIP Wednesday!
@mad-madam-m oooh I’m so glad you’re interested!
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Alesseo sets his glass down on the table with such a careful hand that it barely makes a sound. He chooses to stare at the clear liquid inside of it, and the vibrations that carry across the surface of that with every small noise of the room, instead of at the other people at the table.
Though, he can feel their stares on him.
He thinks it was a blessing, in fact, that the original Alesseo’s family was not close to him. That they did not care too much for him to interact overly much. Less interaction means they don’t know him as well as they might even pretend to.
As long as he remains politely distant, it won’t be too difficult to build himself a road of points toward resolving one of the original’s major Regrets.
“You’ll be going back to the university, then?” One of the brothers, the second eldest brother, Dantevius, suddenly asks.
Alesseo blinks and raises his gaze up from the cup. He considers the older man for a moment before dipping his head in a simple nod.
“Yes.” He replies.
“It’s too soon.” Mother immediately intercedes. There is a severe expression on her face that makes her look years older than she actually is. “You just got home from the hospital! You need more time to rest and recover.”
“The exams are coming up soon, so I need to prepare.”
“Mm.” Liera’s lips press even thinner, but she has no way to refute that.
After all, it’s not as if the university will reschedule the annual exams just for one student.
No matter what noble family he hails from.
“Recently, I’ve some investigations that bring me around the university sometimes.” Dantevius continues the conversations amiably, a pleasant expression on his face. Although, he also looks somewhat imploring. “I could…”
There’s a brief moment of silence. Glances are exchanged between family members, but none of them quite look at Alesseo. The youngest looks rather awkward, even.
Dantevius coughs to clear his throat. “I was wondering if it wouldn’t be too rude of me to, ah, stop by?”
Alesseo looks at him, confused.
“And… visit?” Dantevius isn’t looking at him. His gaze is a mask of politeness aimed toward the far wall.
Beside him, the eldest son is looking a little bit annoyed now.
“A few times?”
Alesseo isn’t sure how to respond?
“Ahem. Once?”
“Oh.” Alesseo coughs into his fist, eyes returning to his drink. “I don’t think there’s a rule against that.”
There’s another beat of awkward silence. He glances up. Dantevius is staring at him with a rather intense gaze, sharper at the corners than usual.
Oh! It makes sense, actually.
If Dantevius, who is a rather well-known officer of the knights order’s investigation unit, shows up at the university, it would draw a lot of attention. Too much attention would make trying to investigate whatever case he is on that has to do with the university rather difficult.
However…
If Dantevius, who is an older brother of one of the students of the university, dropped by casually to see his younger sibling for a family visit, then it was much more likely he’d be left alone out of politeness. Which would give him easier access to the university, and thus make the investigation go much smoother.
Alesseo nods decisively. Yes, there definitely is a reason that Dantevius Ardizzone was an up-and-coming super star of the Knights Order investigative unit. It wasn’t just because of his looks, he was actually very smart.
“I’m sorry for not inviting you before now.” He says. “I wasn’t aware that you would want to come. But, I wouldn’t mind if you visited, big brother. Whenever you want.”
Assured that he’s made the correct decision, Alesseo mentally pats himself on the back and finally digs into his meal.
He’s too busy eating to notice the contemplative frown that has made its way onto Dantevius’ face.
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just finished binging your everyone love sqh series and loved it! the thing that i love most about the moshang dynamic, which i think you nail really well, is that if you piss off mobei-jun he'll beat you within an inch of your life. if, god help you, you manage to piss sqh off to the point he actually sets down his work to DO something about you, he's going to cut your fucking brake lines and then pretend to cry at your funeral. or sabotage your sigils, whatever it would be in wuxialand
It makes me so happy when people leave me asks telling me that they enjoyed my writing!!
Also, the Moshang dynamic in my stories is a mixed portrayal of the following images (credit to the artists):
And on this last one it is EXTREMELY important that you know that MBJ is the one on the right while SQH is the one holding the bug
Thanks
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Someone has decided to try to enact an old marriage contract maybe. Rosalyn and Cale going to make that person regret everything. In fairness, the marriage contract could be for either of them. Have fun~
I serve you, both ;)
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Cale crosses his arms, a soft frown coming over his face.
Seeing that expression on his son, Deruth sinks down in his chair a little bit and curses the Deruth of the past for having such horrible ideas. He doesn’t speak a single word, and only stares back at Cale guiltily.
The silence of the room rings out quite loudly, making everyone within it stiff and uncomfortable. The two kittens that weave around Cale’s feet don’t even dare to meow. They simply rub their heads against his legs and keep quiet.
Deruth sits underneath the disappointed red-brown stare for more than a minute, and finally cracks.
“Cale, I—“
“There is no way out of it?” Cale interrupts.
One would think he’d been waiting for Deruth to speak just to do so, if it wasn’t for the way that the young man’s frown of displeasure has turned so thoughtful.
“Erm,” Deruth coughs. “I mean — That is to say…. Well, no.”
“Hm.” Cale responds.
He doesn’t say anything else.
Deruth squirms in his desk chair, horribly guilty.
“Cale,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry. If I’d known that — Um, well… if I’d know before that….”
If I’d known before that you would become a highly renown and successful public figure, I wouldn’t have planned such a thing for you , is what Deruth can’t manage to say.
“I understand.” Cale soothes his father, looking completely unruffled.
Well, a bit miffed perhaps. Public appearances that aren’t simply a step of a larger, practical plan of war are not to Cale’s taste. Surprisingly, he’s a very private person who doesn’t care for the fame he’s garnered. It’s not something that anyone who had known him before would have guessed.
But, then again, if Deruth should be honest with himself, that would depend on whether any of them had actually known his son, and not just the front Cale had put up for them for most of his life.
Father or not, Deruth can’t say he had. It’s one of his many, many failures that he wishes to rectify.
This current issue, having come from Deruth’s own actions, is not working toward that goal at all. In fact, it may actively be battling against his reconciliation with his son.
__read the rest here on Ao3 (word count: 2090)
#TCF prompts#trash of the count's family#lout of the count’s family#vodkassassin fanfiction#Cale Henituse#Rosalyn of Breck
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Ok I wanna write but cannot decide, help
Only people who Know will Understand
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Tell me about Ghost King! SQH. How did he become a ghost? Was he transmigrated into the position of Ghost King, or did he die?
If SQH died and became a ghost, where in the timeline did it happen? Was it before or after he met Mobei Jun?
Do you think Mobei Jun's shadow-walking powers might make it easier for him to date the Ghost King?
Ghost King!SQH is actually from one of my fanfics, Death of the Author.
It’s has yet to really delve into the AU much as I’ve only posted chapter one, but that’s the set up and I hope to post more on this in the future! However, lore-wise, I am willing to answer questions about this AU as long as they don’t pertain to the future plot of that fic.
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The amount of OC-insert AUs I can generate in the me is not quantifiable by any known math
1. Sion & Fives AU - OC Insert reborn into a Jedi initiate.
Pros: does have knowledge of what will happen. Can stop bad things from happening, perhaps
Cons: the knowledge is not quite reliable, and also it’s a whole lot harder to avoid the Dark Side than the insert thought
2. Trojan AU - OC insert wakes up on Kamino as one of the new and improved recon model clones.
Pros: they know the secrets of the plot and have a solid, step by step plan to save their new brothers from their tragic fate. Also, their transmigratory rebirth comes with the added benefit of force sensitivity and impenetrable mind shields.
Cons: 1) recon models are the smallest clone models. They are very small and while this should not really effect their ability to complete their plans, it is incredibly aggravating. 2) being a clone is kind of hellish. 3) clones don’t have force sensitivity, so the fact that they do must remain a secret at all costs. which is really, really hard when you can literally feel the emotions of everyone around you and kinda sorta see into the future a little bit.
…Okay so maybe I only have two nickels but! Two inserts in two weeks that’s probably a trend huh. I hope it doesn’t continue I actually wanna write these guys
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Now that I’m thinking about it seriously, I’m trying to decide if SQH should have black wings or white wings in the Wing!AU… leaning toward fluffy white ones
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