Scum villain fandom is so wonderful because every artist in it is a perverted freak. Like living in a reverse world where foot fetish is normal and missionary is weird
What Remains (of False Gods)
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when i was a young boy i had the philosophy of ‘balls are the boobs of the penis so its ok that i want to suck on them it doesn’t make me gay” and tbh i was cooking
to see a marching band
hmm lemme look something up
ok yea i don't mind this at all
I'm here real fast just to share something that came to me in a dream:
Shang Qinghua and falconry.
Shang Qinghua going on with life normally but then he puts on a thick leather glove, whistles and a huge ass falcon lands on his arm with a message from his spy net.
DO YOU SEE THE VISION???
one of the best things shang qinghua did in his first life was write herbs and flowers into pidw that served no purpose but tasting good in a pipe.
he misses his vape with a passion, but dried and ground Tranquil Cloud Fruit kind of tastes like his favorite vape cart when he smokes it. plus, it’s one of the only things that can get him relaxed enough to sleep when there’s a lot of work to do, so mu qingfang keeps it stocked on qian cao for him.
sqh spends 3 weeks barely sleeping while he balances the sect’s budget, and once it’s done he shuts himself up in his house with orders not to be disturbed for at least a week.
shen yuan goes to check on him because neither lbh nor mbj have seen him, though neither seems concerned (mbj is pretty annoyed at sy asking after sqh, and lbh seems…amused more than anything)
so sy goes to an ding to scare one of the kids into telling him where sqh is. they point him to the house, and when he lets himself in, shen yuan finds shang qinghua baked to hell, hand in a bag of melon seeds, nose buried in a yellow book
…shen yuan backs out quietly. shang qinghua barely moves at all
A lil gift for my friend @anachronismstellar, get well soon!!!
"Bloody SQH and LBH return from a mission, everyone is shocked or disgusted, but their husbands hold them tenderly regardless."
“Shizun- ” Ming Fan burst into the bamboo shed, half-bent as he tried to catch his breath. He tried to compensate for his broken voice with vague gestures to the outside and a series of disconnected syllables.
Shen Qingqiu stared at him. It wasn't this disciple he was exactly waiting for that afternoon. Binghe had left on a mission already an eternal week ago with Shang Qinghua to pacify some insignificant territories on the border.
Binghe had insisted that it was a trivial matter that wasn't worth his time, and for once he agreed. He hadn't been hit by a wife plot for a while now, and a trip to a border town seemed like the perfect opportunity to fall into the clutches of one. Besides, Airplane had nearly bored him to death with explanations of tax tariffs and bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo.
He closed his book and rose, fan in hand, to face Ming Fan in the doorway. Up close he looked paler than usual, and rather sweaty for someone with his level of cultivation.
What could be so important that Ming Fan would run out to the peak, and look as if he had seen a ghost?
“Bai Zhan's disciples came down to make an invasion again?”
“No-
“Did your shimei get into a fight again?”
“Lu-
“Is there a demon delegation outside aski-”
“Luo Binghe and shishu came back!!!” Ming Fan interrupted him. He managed to catch his breath and bowed down. “They're in Qiong Ding's courtyard, but-
Shen Qingqiu blinked, perplex.
“Why didn't you start there???”. Why hadn't Binghe come home straightaway?
Ming Fan looked conflicted, refusing to look him in the eye as he stuttered an attempt at an explanation. He ran his hands over his face, to brush aside the hair that had stuck to his face thanks to the cold sweat.
Then, Shen Qingqiu noticed.
Ming Fan had not come from a mission, no accident had been reported to him, and he said that Bai Zhan's disciples had not made a recent raid. The red hand-shaped stain on the shoulder of his robe, of a size he knew very well, could only mean one thing.
Shen Qingqiu waited no longer. He unsheathed Xiu Ya and flew out in a rush.
He pushed aside the flood of disciples crowded in the courtyard, none in Qian Cao's robes, Shen Qingqiu noted with relief. If the xianxia paramedic equivalents were not on the scene, things couldn't be that bad.
(Nor, curiously, was there any trace of Mobei-jun at the entrance. He had been waiting since the night before.
“Junshang will come here directly. I came to wait for Qinghua” Mobei-jun explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world).
“A monster-
“…what Shishu spit out? It was a whole finger!”
“I don't know who looked more demonic, Shishu or Junshang…”
Gossip boiled around him. The disciples quivering with fear, their faces pale or green with disgust.
After a couple of sly elbowing and not so sly use of spiritual energy, he reached the front of the crowd.
Luo Binghe and Shang Qinghua stood in the middle of the courtyard. To say they were unrecognizable was an understatement. Their pristine robes were drenched in dark blood. Shang Qinghua's hair, always pulled back in a handy bun, stuck to his face and back in a tangle of blood and chunks that looked suspiciously like chopped-up guts. He was gesticulating in the air, pointing the plucked finger at his side and saying something to Luo Binghe in grunts that showed off his red-tinted teeth.
Luo Binghe's claws were still out, the black edge dripping crimson. The sigil on his forehead glowed, highlighting the blood dripping down his face and the fury in his scarlet eyes. The fluffy curls had disappeared under the weight of the dampness, turning his silhouette angular and menacing. He had left a trail of blood behind him, a halo marked with the death of his enemies.
They were the very embodiment of violence and carnage.
Well, that explained the disciples' remarks.
Shen Qingqiu glanced sideways at Mobei-jun, who had stepped out of the shadows and now stood beside him. He unfolded his fan and they both approached their husbands.
At the sight of them, within seconds, their faces changed. The only thing distinguishable amidst the dark red sea were their bright watery eyes, which soon changed from a creek to a waterfall. Now the only thing visible on their faces were the lines caused by the huge tears running down their cheeks, wiping away the blood, and the wobbly pouting on their lips.
(Like father, like son, whispered a voice in SHEN QINGQIU's mind. He proceeded to put that thought into a box and set it on fire.)
Shang Qinghua let out a pitiful howl, and ran straight to bury his face in Mobei-jun's pecs, which were barely muffling his sobs.
Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. That leeching rat.
“My King… I missed you,” Shang Qinghua said, in the most pitiful voice a throat could produce. Shen Qingqiu got shivers from the cringe.
Mobei-jun picked Shang Qinghua up off the ground, cradling him unbothered by the blood and questionable bits of flesh that were surely sticking to his robe.
“This King missed Qinghua too,” he said with a soft smile before opening a portal and disappearing from the courtyard. Shen Qingqiu didn't miss the smug smirk that Airplane threw at the crowd.
“Shizun…” Luo Binghe called out to him, a plaintive tone matching his large, lamb-like teary eyes.
“This lowly one has missed you so much... but didn't want to appear before Shizun in such a pitiful condition” Luo Binghe apologized, hesitating between clutching Shen Qingqiu's sleeve as he always did, seeing his soaked hands.
“Nonsense. Let's go home so you can wipe off the dirt” he would later ask Shang Qinghua how exactly it was that they ended up like this.
Shen Qingqiu grabbed Binghe's arm anyway, and pulled it back to accommodate him on his sword. If it weren't for all the disciples present, he would wipe his husband's face, but that would have to wait until they were alone at home.
The tears had stopped, giving way to a big smile that made his heart tremble. He brushed past the looks of concern and distress from the disciples, and took off for the bamboo hut with his husband pressed firmly against his back.
It was going to be a long night.
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SHUT UP TJIS IS PERFEITO
Ayoooo lowkey still dying but I remembered to post this week fic
Now our dear Mu Qingfang is on AO3!
How I view my favorite SVSSS dynamics, with top!SQH rights:
Cumplane🥒✈️
Moshang❄️✈️
Shangcest✈️🗡️
Ayoooo lowkey still dying but I remembered to post this week fic
Now our dear Mu Qingfang is on AO3!
Chibifiying every SVSSS character, Shen Qingqiu edition.
I'm also doing Bingge, Tell me who you want to see next with his set ^^
Chibifiying every SVSSS character., starting with White lotus Bingbing and Luo Binghe ^^
MoShang are next, stay tuned!!
Typing this with a migraine because I just remembered that Mobei criticised Shen Qingqiu's fighting
'Unusually inferior talent," [Mobei-Jun] said. "Foundation and techniques inflexible. Leave." SVSSS vol 1 pg 241
I want him to be comparing him specifically to Shang Qinghua who isn't as strong but who thinks fast on his feet and is clever and capable when he has to fight (it's implied Shang Qinghua was protecting disciples)
like Mobei was saying "you're predictable and boring. My Peak Lord is always surprising!"
Because Shen Qingqiu was so goddamn mad about that comment and I want him to ask Mobei about it and find out Mobei was comparing him to Shang Qinghua
Because that would be so funny to me
Wait. No.
The fandom I know is like "Shang Qinghua is pretty weak for a peak lord" MOBEI CANONICALLY THINKS SHANG QINGHUA IS STRONG
When he's tired of fighting he throws in Shang Qinghua. Which Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua see as bullying his subordinate but Mobei Jun probably sees as tagging in an appropriate replacement
Why do I think that?
Because he brought Shang Qinghua to his ascension ceremony to protect him
He knew his Uncle was going to start shit and he brought the person he trusted most to defend him!
Mobei Jun was probably actually comparing the two Peak Lords and saying Shang Qinghua was better
Btw realising this reframes a lot of Mobei throwing Shang Qinghua into dangerous situations
THIS.
"If he's screaming he's fine. If there was actual danger he would kill it first."
And with the ascention ceremony: Not only did Mobei-Jun trust that Shang Qinghua was strong enough to hold off his uncle for seven days, he also canonically took Shang Qinghua in for a fight that originally belonged to LUO BINGHE. Luo Binghe! Post abyss, Xin Mo wielding, powers unsealed Luo Binghe! That's who Airplane was subbing in for in that fight! And there's no way Airplane had written Linguang-Jun in as an easy opponent for Bingge at that point in PIDW!
Shang Qinghua cannonically held up pretty damn well in one of Luo Bingge's boss fights!
I think, on some level, that Shen Yuan is like enrichment for Airplane Bro's enclosure. I think Airplane Bro kind of fucking LOVES having this guy around. Like, I do think their relationship is nuanced, weird and full of contradictions and not always good for them, but I also think that some chaotic part of Shang Qinghua honestly likes having his #1 hater weirdo running around completely fucking up his world.
Shen Qingqiu, grabbing Shang Qinghua by the shoulders: "Why didn't anyone TELL ME that Binghe is GAY NOW?! I'm going to die because of MONSTER DICK?!?!?!"
Shang Qinghua: (internally, probably only half-consciously) "Incredible. Amazing. How did I live without you? You torture me with your bullshit. You complete me in every possible way. I think we might be soulmates and we should make out about it. I hate you. I love you. You mean nothing to me and everything to me. This isn't your story and you stole it from me. I wrote this for you without even knowing you existed. You are a fascinating mystery that I will never solve. I will throw you under the bus at the first opportunity and yet I can't stop risking my life to help you. Your stupid game of gay murder chicken with my emotionally and mentally unstable protagonist is going to destroy the world and kill us all and I've never felt more alive. You have changed me as a person. Let's do this forever."
Shang Qinghua: (out loud) "Lol, sucks to be you, bro. At least you can get laid."
#cumplane elevates scum villain above the average isekai because it is a commentary on author-reader relationships #and its existence hence casts a metanarrative eye on every aspect of the text #and it's funny as shit #in 'fixing' the narrative sqq not only adjusts canon for coherence and emotional pacing but also brings the creator-fan experience #from a place of toxicity to an intertwined collaboration #above all scum villain is a paean to the editorial process #but also a fictionalised rendering of the basis of reader response theory (via @jiggit)
SQH x Wine Peak lord
I would imagine SQH would teach the Wine Peak Lord modern drinking games and it goes from there. (IDK if it will go like the SVSSS extra if you know what I mean.)
HISHSDAUFHUSDHDF not only did SQH taught a modern drinking game, UNO is now canon in the SVSSS lol
AND FUCK YEA BODY SHOTS LET'S GO
A Peak Lady this time! :D Her lovely name was given by @busysavingtheuniverse, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy my wine aunty!!
Omg I'm so sorry it took me this long but *waves at the past weeks*
But to make it better this is ahahahah 13 pages long on my docs. :D
Why I am going a little insane ty for asking
BTW, this one has mild explicit content AND it has two adults getting reaaally drunk before having sex. Everything is consensual, but if that makes you icky, maybe skip this one
Now, on with the fic!
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The room was filled with the scent of incense and tobacco, the lights bright just enough to create an intimate atmosphere. Four people gathered around a low table, the clacking of ivory pieces mixed with their low voices.
Back on my moshang + mqf agenda, this fudging fic i am reading rn, Doctor-Patient Confidentiality (by Anonymous) https://archiveofourown.org/works/47942461/chapters/120876373 , so fudging good, currently on ch9 and it's g l o r i o u s.
Excuse me while I save this for later 👀👀👀 thank u very much dear anon for giving me something to read in the bus to college xjsbskdnsk