Masks And Helmets That Hides Someone's Face In Such A Way That They Become The Face Themselves My Beloved

A short explanation of my layer by layer drawing of Central/Eastern Ukrainian folk attire, for anyone who might be interested.

I think that one of the most underrated reveals in Scum Villain was that Luo Binghe inherited his big dick toxic alpha male energy from his birth mother, and it actually has nothing to do with his demon side.

title: nonviolent communication

tags: post-canon and post-airplane extras, fluff and humor, humor, or attempt thereof, established relationship

rating / word count: Gen / 842 words

relationships | characters: moshang | mbj, sqh

summary: shang qinghua asks a question that’s been plaguing him. mobei jun is all too happy to answer — even if he thinks the question is a stupid one.

“Why do you even like me?” Shang Qinghua asks in the wake of Mobei Jun’s confession. “Why must Qinghua pose such a stupid question?” Mobei Jun answers, tone light and affectionate despite his words. “I don’t just like you. I told you, I love you.” “Yeah, I don’t get that either.” “What is there to be confused about?” He takes Shang Qinghua’s face gently into his hands and lays featherlight kisses all over. “Besides, what is not to love?”

note: this is a direct sequel to ‘say what you mean, mean what you say’ a few days give or take after the confession scene at the end part of the final chapter, but this can be read as a stand-alone.

Tfw when men do that thing where they pretend they have no control over their temper. LOL It’s so funny like am I supposed to pretend that I don’t know you’re completely self-aware and present during this rage performance. Or should I pretend you’re the tortured hero in a movie, possessed by a series of fabricated flashbacks of the war and your father

Luo Binghe doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

how much more terrible(irresistible) would shizun be as a woman

lesbingqiu or whatever floats your boat I need fem Shizun like I need air

You're so real for this.. shen yuan would drive women absolutely insane because you know how oblivious shizun is... now imagine that amped up to a hundred because women are more friendly with each other

Instead of saying a bunch of gay shit in his head and then acting aloof, fem Yuan would be going "your hair is so beautiful, what products do you use?" while she runs her fingers through Liu qingge's hair (Liu qingge uses 3 in 1 and is breezing on good genes. Disgusting.)

She'd be so much more touchy. She'd straddle Binghe’s lap to do her makeup. She'd have sleep overs with Shang qinghua and share the bed. She'd say she's so jealous of Liu qingge's muscles as she feels them up. Dear God, her comp het would be strong enough to take down nations.

There's a lesbingqiu wip I have on the back burner where shen yuan and binghe go shopping together and shen yuan is like "Don't be silly, we're both girls!" And pulls binghe into the changing room with her. Binghe's hand sweating and shaking as shen yuan lifts her hair up and looks over her shoulder back at binghe behind her and says "help me unzip my dress?" Binghe pulling the zipper down slowly, revealing shen yuan's bare back inch by inch. Binghes almost unzipped the dress the entire way before she realizes she hasn't seen yuan-jie's bra band yet because she's not wearing a bra. Shen Yuan kicking off her dress with her back to binghe wearing nothing but lacy panties and she still. doesn't. notice binghe half dying over this.

Anyway heres one last scene from the lesbingqiu fic to really drive home how insane fem shen yuan would be as a woman:

fish want me women divorce me

You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?

Post-book Mobei-jun, who either knows knows or knows enough, finally has a way to reciprocate Shang Qinghua’s manner of affection and is incredibly smug about it.

“My King”

“My God”