svsss demons hospital au scrub choices. SHL is a figs girlie (girl you cannot wear outside figs to the OR, sorry) LBH is kind of a jaanuu guy but occasionally gets mandelas for the colors. MBJ is an exclusively inpatient proceduralist so he only ever wears the cheap hospital provided scrubs that his tits never fit into properly

did you hear?professor shen is teaching a seminar on yaoi this semester (read yaoi zine 2!)

average friend group

You know what I've been thinking about?

The recurrence of this treat shot and its multitude of flavours.

Honestly the idea of ‘everyone in the martial world is obsessed with this ancient armory which supposedly contains the power to create and lead a powerful empire that will survive thru the ages’ and after truly unconscionable amount of bloodshed, misery, and tears the final dying soldiers make it in to find rooms and rooms of seeds, farming equipments and guides to agriculture’ goes so insanely hard. Like I want to use that in every dnd game ever for the rest of time. The answer is to give up fighting and live a life of peace. Oh you gave up all chances at peace chasing a violent dream? Die then

i don't usually post stuff longer than a sentance or two, but i often express my love for characters by how well they could beat me up (half /j half not)

so, SVSSS brainrot addition:

LBH: canonically, i'm dead, i'm dead on the floor and the floorboards are broken

MBJ: i'd beg like SQH, but for him to beat me up, probably a few broken ribs or dead as well 💀👍

SHL: i'm either being tortured if she's in a funny mood or i'm killed instantly for being annoying

TLJ: very similar to SHL but i feel like the torture would be worse and longer

ZZL: he probably won't beat me up no matter how i beg, but would murder instead if i threatened TLJ

SJ: would

YQY: would send me to therapy

(+ meet beat cute?)

Word of Honor as textposts part 5/??

pathetic wet men collection (1/?)

Its the jiao jiao anon again .

You keep giving me great pairings. Tell me everything how su she (Shang Qinghua) transmigrate and how will fuck jiang cheng. Is he still an author ? What was his intention with this kinda book?

I think he is still a writer but not the actual author of mdzs. He's a relatively casual fan who admires the vision and winces in sympathy every time drama gets kicked off. This is why you don't try, mdzs author! You give the people what they want and take their money. He's originally planning on keeping his head down and learning just enough cultivation from the Lan to make his life easier than it otherwise would be, then getting an urgent letter from his sick mother right before the Wen are scheduled to attack, but alas, his wandering not-cultivator dumpling sabbatical puts him directly in Jiang Cheng's path while he's frantically running for help after leaving Wei Wuxian in the Xuanwu cave. And the thing is he's still kind of reflexively haughty when he needs something? So pathetic and vulnerable. So cute. What could possibly be the harm in giving him a ride? The Wen aren't scheduled to attack Lotus Pier for ages. He can be on a ship to Dongyin by that time!

Anyway no good deed goes unpunished because Jiang Fengmian does as a general rule believe in giving credit and naming names. He should have fucking known. Now Wen Chao has a grudge against him and he's running around under a fake name wracking up credit for things he did (while trying to run away) and things he did not do (sometimes even when you have a massive army and the most powerful cultivator in the world on your side, things go wrong! He's not responsible for every problem with Wen supply lines. He's responsible for exactly one cart blowing up, and he was just trying for a distraction so he could sneak onto a ship. It didn't work and the harbour is kind of a no-go zone for him now). He comes up with a new plan: find Huaisang and use his shitty unwanted heroic reputation and talent for creative pornography to worm his way into the young master's guard, where he can get some writing done far from the front lines. Unfortunately, he once again stumbles across Jiang Cheng, who is tragically trying to rebuild his sect and searching for a missing shixiong. Shang Qinghua is still a logistics guy, because he was doing grunt work for the Lan and also I feel like that's the shape any transmigration setting is going to bend into around him. Jiang Cheng is so grateful to see a familiar face. He knows the value of a good spreadsheet. His eyes are so pretty when he's trying not to cry. The Jiang aren't in a great place during the war, but Shang Qinghua knows the sect makes it through and he doesn't remember any Jiang disciples being asked to heroically sacrifice themselves after Lotus Pier falls. Plus the food is better and there's plenty of room at the top! A veritable power vacuum. To say nothing of all the empty space in Jiang Cheng's personal life when almost everyone he loves dies and leaves him alone! Anyway this is the story of how Shang Qinghua accidentally paints a series of targets on his back, unnecessarily involves himself in the plot, and overcomplicates his life because being a sucker for a pretty face and a bad personality is even more integral to his character than underappreciated grunt work. Probably he manages to save Yanli, at least. He's not interested in being a stepfather! That's a lot of work. Wei Wuxian barely notices he exists until either he saves everyone or the second life roles around, depending on how ambitious and/or motivated Shang Qinghua is feeling. Then he hates him passionately, but it's too late. They probably eventually reach some kind of begrudging peace.

thinking again about how bingge kept saying "shizun" over and over while sqq was braiding his hair TT he spent two minutes in bingmei's cottage core life and was like i could get used to this. he had no intentions of leaving. im so ill

Rising With The Wind - Xu Si outfits in every episode - ep.03 & 04.

Geez, Sha Hualing, how come junshang lets you have TWO human wives?

window of heaven

look i know that was a miserable time for him and all. but this look slayed ok

short yue qinglan-centric character study thing. completed jan 28. rest is under the cut ＼(￣▽￣)／

Yue Qinglan had a dilemma.

“This won’t do,” he muttered to himself. “I need a human test subject.”

Earlier that day he had been testing the efficacy of a new general remedy he had concocted on chickens. While the remedy seemed to work, he had no idea if it would have the same results on humans. Truth be told, he felt pity for the livestock he ran tests on, but without a willing human volunteer, he did not feel comfortable testing on anything else. Testing on himself was out of the question–not only was it unwise, generally poisons and illness had little to no effect on him. He got up from behind his desk and paced around his room before steeling his resolve. It was highly uncomfortable, but Yue Qinglan did not see another alternative.

Yue Qinglan swiftly arrived at the farm from which he procured his chicken test subjects. He knocked lightly on the humble house’s door. An old woman in her sixties answered. When she saw Yue Qinglan, her face lit up.

“Oh, it’s you again, Yue-xiansheng! More chickens?”

“Actually, I came to ask for something else. Or, rather, I have a question for you.”

“What is it? Just ask, don’t be shy.”

Yue Qinglan shifted uncomfortably. “Well, Ping-laolao, to be blunt–do you know anyone who’s gravely ill or dying?”

Ping-laolao seemed taken aback for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered. “Hmm… I think there is someone. The Zhou family has a young daughter who’s going through a severe bout of illness right now. Does that help?”

Yue Qinglan nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s it! Thank you, Ping-laolao!” Then he dashed off to the Zhou residence.

Someone who was severely sick or near death’s door had nothing to lose; they were the perfect test subject for a new medicine. If his general remedy failed, then at the very least it would soothe the patient’s pain until he could find the root of the problem. This general remedy was made from distilling the dew off plants that grew in areas rich in beneficial spiritual energy. The resulting liquid acted as a somewhat magical purifier. While the process of distillation was relatively simple, harvesting the dew was not. Fortunately, one dose required only a few drops, depending on a person’s build and weight. A remedy like this was sure to work for most regular illnesses, and would be especially effective against maladies with supernatural causes.

Of course, since Yue Qinglan was not a professional doctor nor an alchemist, there was some margin for error. He merely dabbled in these things because he found them interesting. While he had studied under an actual doctor and therefore had practical knowledge and experience, he would still urge people to visit a medical professional whenever possible. It was simply safer that way.

He arrived at the Zhou family’s residence still lost in thought. Before knocking on the door, he steeled himself again and tried to make his expression as neutral as possible. He must not look too eager or spirited; it would give the poor family the impression that he was excited someone was sick. He knocked on the door. A man who appeared to be in his thirties greeted Yue Qinglan.

“Hello,” said Yue Qinglan cordially. “I heard your daughter was very ill, and I think I might have something that may help.”

“Oh, so it’s Yue-xiansheng! Come in, come in.” The father stepped aside and gestured for Yue Qinglan to enter.

Yue Qinglan stepped over the threshold, and then was led to a small room off to the western side of the house. The Zhou family did not have a very large home. There was only the house itself, and a small courtyard in the front. The interior was modest and practical; aside from a few houseplants, there was nothing else decorating the halls. As the father and Yue Qinglan approached the daughter’s room, sniffling accompanied by a woman’s hushed voice could be heard.

The father knocked on the bedroom door. “Yue-xiansheng is here,” he called. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” the mother said as she opened the door. 

“If I could just get in…” Yue Qinglan interrupted. He edged past the parents as gently as possible. He approached the daughter’s bed, then kneeled at the head. The little girl appeared to be about five or six years old. She was sniffling miserably; her eyes were puffy and her cheeks red. She did not appear very sick at all. The parents were hovering worriedly near the end of the bed.

“How bad is it?” the mother asked anxiously.

“Her condition doesn’t appear too serious. When did she start feeling unwell?”

“About three days ago.”

“Has she eaten anything strange? Or has she been anywhere unusual?”

“Not at all; everything’s been normal.”

Ah, so it’s likely just a cold then. It was still winter; given the amount of time that had already elapsed and the absence of abnormal events, that was the most plausible explanation. Yue Qinglan did not know whether to be relieved that it was not anything serious, or a little annoyed that his remedy would be used on something so trivial as a cold. He tried his best to mask his exasperation. He turned to face the little girl. Smiling gently, he said, “Alright, I have something that will help you get better. I promise that it doesn’t taste bitter.” He took out a small gourd from his qiankun pouch and offered it to the girl. “Just one drop is all you need.”

The little girl obediently took a tiny sip before returning the gourd. Almost instantly, her eyes cleared up, the redness of her cheeks faded, and her breathing became easier. Yue Qinglan watched this process with an intense stare and a hand to his chin. Upon seeing the girl recover near instantaneously, he felt immense satisfaction; he even held back a smile. While he had been initially disappointed that the fruit of his labour would be used like this, he could not call it a waste. It had achieved its purpose, and that was all he could ask for. He nodded, then stood up.

“Your daughter has fully recovered now. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave.” He promptly turned around and walked toward the bedroom door. Before he could open it, however, the father called after him.

“Wait. That’s it? What about payment?”

Yue Qinglan turned, but not all the way. “Don’t worry about that. I find joy in the work itself. Besides, this was just an experiment.” Then he left, leaving the couple both relieved and dumbfounded.

kicking off oc weekend with my own (svsss) oc who is a WIP right now! He doesn't have a name yet but he is a praying mantis demon (orchid mantis of course) i was testing out some design options here! c:

My condolences to Adam's friends, family, and teammates. This is such a terrifying thing to have happen, and I can't imagine the shock and disbelief everyone is going through. Incidents like this seem like such an outlandish idea until they happen, until they become way too real. After Teddy passed away last year, you would think that greater precautions would've been taken on all players. I hope leagues around the world look at these incidents, these innocent lives cut short, and work toward better player safety from things like this.