LINKDING

<blockquote>“Do you really think Shen Qingqiu would want you to live like this?” the traitor said. “Don’t presume to speak of him to me. He is gone, and my will is my own.” “Yeah, I just mean like. When he’s back.” / This is how Luo Binghe spends time until Peerless Cucumber is reborn, a very long time after he dies on Maigu Ridge.</blockquote> ➤ remix of advanced self-saving, lbh during the time he's waiting for peerless cucumber to exist

<blockquote>Wen Qing rubs her cheek against Wei Ying’s shirt—in the way a cat might when pretending it's not about to bite you—and says absently, “Your tits are almost bigger than mine.” Through the haze of Grandaddy Purple, something clicks into place in the rat maze of Wei Ying’s brain and a sincere, “I wish they were,” falls out before he can stop it. / Wei Ying wants tits and has some Gender about it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tennal said, "Wow, am I getting dumped already? That was quick, I only just got here." _ Six months later: Tennal comes home from the Resolution.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Should we not have taught them to avoid our own mistakes?” Hyeong-seol says, calmly, “What mistake?”   After witnessing his son's indiscretion with the king, Jung Seuk-jo is forced into a confrontation with an old friend.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“The seventh prince of Da Liang has arrived at Mount Langya.” Mei Changsu sat very still, his eyes wide in the face he had worn for only a few months now, since Meiling. Then he set down the ink brush and straightened his back. “Get rid of him.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>An experimental medicine of Lin Chen's makes Mei Changsu dream his way back into the past. Dream, of course, of Lin Shu.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jingyan was leaning in, one fist clenched on the table, and Mei Changsu searched for something to say that could ease the terrible solitude that Jingyan carried like a weight, and was also true, and would not compromise the deception necessary to achieve their goal.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Théo travels in time (mostly by accident), meets a new friend, has a one-night stand, goes to see a play. A fairly ordinary day in the life of a young Romantic poet, really.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Tony waved a hand at him, a hurry up motion. "Start with why you thought I'd, um, be there this morning." He blushed, which was distractingly attractive. "Because you usually are," Lee said. "You were there when I went to sleep last night and we said we'd drive in together this morning. Remember?" "No." Tony shook his head, eyes wide. "And you think I'm usually there, because you think, um…?" "We're together," Lee said. "Obviously." Tony just stared at him. "No," he said, voice somehow cracking in the middle of a two letter word. "We're not."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Maybe, just maybe, Rudy's not good at absolutely everything. Maybe, just maybe, sometimes he's just plain dumb.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the weeks before Shang Qinghua's marriage to the King of the Northern Wastes, he invites Liu Qingge to go fishing.</blockquote> ➤ good at creating vibes!

<blockquote>Luo Binghe is eleven when he is given to Cang Qiong as a present for the young, new-made lord of Qing Jing. Luo Binghe is twenty-one when he wins Shen Qingqiu for himself.</blockquote> ➤ no transmigration au (sy|sqq is a PIDW native)

<blockquote>In his dreams, Xiao Jiu is dead. Post-canon, Yue Qingyuan receives a series of unsettling visitations. It's probably nothing to worry about. "Tell me, Sect Leader: in your vast and storied experience, what do the dead usually want with the living?"</blockquote> ➤ tags: <blockquote>#sometimes a ship is just two codependent assholes who deserve to haunt each other for all eternity #and that's okay #look I think this is a fix-it but ymmv </blockquote>

<blockquote>Lan Zhan shuts his eyes in exasperation. Lan Huan’s “Head Up and Heels Down,” shirt is confusing enough to the average person without being actively suggestive. (Every time Wei Ying sees it he proceeds to sing, “Heels down, head up, that’s the way we like to fuck!” under his breath, so the line for “actively suggestive” is… mutable.) He can’t imagine the kind of top stampede his extremely gay brother would cause by going out of the house in a t-shirt announcing, for all intents and purposes, his desire to be the star of an orgy. He tries very hard not to picture either the stampede or the orgy. “Why would you even want sixteen hands between your legs, anyway?” Wei Ying asks the room at large, sounding genuinely curious. “What would they do? I feel like at a certain point there’s, like, diminishing returns, right?” Ah. The mental image of Lan Huan’s Top Stampede has been replaced with a mental image that is both better and worse: Wei Ying as the centerpiece of a nine-person orgy. Or: A Horse Girl throw pillow, and what comes after.</blockquote> ➤ I love all the yes -anding absurdist humour, how well lwj&wwx clearly know each other, the affection and delight they have in each other!

<blockquote>Shen Qingqiu opened his arms, but Binghe didn’t run to him. Instead, he hesitantly took a single step forward. “Teacher, I have a question for you.” “Of course, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu said. “Anything.” Binghe was such a diligent student. “I’m,” Binghe began. He seemed to lack his usual confidence lately. “Teacher, what if I wasn’t dead?” / Shen Qingqiu’s very normal, very dead disciple Luo Binghe has been visiting him in his dreams. And there’s been a surge in demonic activity. And all of his disciples think he’s losing it. He’s coping. </blockquote> ➤ fun vibes

<blockquote>Shen Yuan hijacks his brother's bridal sedan to marry Crown Prince Luo Binghe AKA future blackened protagonist and titular character of 'prolific' stallion novel, Proud Tyrannical Emperor Way.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Local Transmigrator Gets Reverted To His Eighteen-Year-Old Pre-Transmigration Self, Thinks He's Been Kidnapped By Perverts With A Cosplay Fetish</blockquote>

<blockquote>Or: 3 looks at Jack Aubrey in the Temeraire world.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Oh my god, you guys: a heartbroken Luo Binghe decides to follow his beloved undergraduate advisor to Harvard, by any means necessary. "Here's your chance to make it, / so take it like a man!"</blockquote> ➤ author's note: "I'm not even tagging this for crack, you have eyes, you know what you're getting into." It's a fusion with legally blonde, and it's perfect

<blockquote>"In a cultivation world where every other innocuous meadow contained enough sex pollen to give the entire population hay-fever, cultivators had been forced to give up on ideals of total purity. While they still valued chastity, realists resigned themselves to fucking in the field due to mischance at least once. And given these circumstances, said cultivators generally felt that one’s first experience with sex might as well be a good one, and occur in a controlled, safe environment. Cultivators also lived long lives: the choice of spouses to share them with was a serious matter, which couldn’t be rushed simply for the sake of being over-nice about virginity. So, upon coming of age, a disciple was encouraged to offer themself up to someone for a ritual first night. The individual they chose could decline the honour, but unless one had a strong extenuating excuse, doing so was considered quite rude (and also resulted in a serious loss of face for the youth in question)." The governor of Jinlan asks Luo Binghe to claim his reward for saving the city. Luo Binghe only wants the things every rising young cultivator is entitled to.</blockquote>

<blockquote>lan jingyi needs a fucking break by-jingY33T getting a phd in 3 things at one time sounded like a great idea when i started out | tired but hella wired | 21+ he/they views my own Location: probably the microfiche archives Website: uni.edu/cartographicfolklore Joined: August 2012 324 Following 5,678 Followers ------------- lan jingyi needs a fucking break by-jingY33T 6/8/22 LISTEN UP YOU HISTORY-LOVING FUCKS HAVE I GOT A WILD FUCKING THEORY FOR YOU: THE YILING LAOZU PROBABLY ACTUALLY EXISTED AND MAY HAVE BEEN A HUUUUUUGE SAPPY ROMANTIC: a 🧵 [1/?]</blockquote>

<blockquote>Emperor Luo Binghe understands almost immediately that his fifty-second wife's miraculous recovery from the brink of the death is not what it seems. It takes him longer to work out how lucky he's gotten.</blockquote> ➤ love the way that lbh is friends with nyy and lmy! and sqq has no idea what he's in for but he will enjoy every bit of it

<blockquote>After many years of peaceful marriage, Luo Binghe gives in to the urge to ask his husband about the things he's seen in their shared dreams. Shen Qingqiu - known expert in denial, compartmentalization, and avoidance - panics a bit about having put off this transmigration reveal for so long. Luo Binghe's concerns are much more practical.</blockquote> ➤ I LOVE THEMMMMMM

<blockquote>Shang Qinghua is cursed to be silent until true love sets him free. He's pretty sure that's never going to happen.</blockquote>

<blockquote> Shang Qinghua sighed. “Well, I suppose men will always be led by their bedpartners.” [...] As Liu Qingge left the other peak lords behind, he considered this latest weapon in his arsenal. Could he use it to defeat Shen Qingqiu, and finally become Yue Qingyuan’s favorite? And, more importantly, would it be dishonorable? No, he decided. It would be the bond of warriors. Liu Qingge wants to be Yue Qingyuan's favorite shidi. Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to let him. Yue Qingyuan just wants his martial brothers to get along. And nobody gets what they want. </blockquote> ➤ delicious complicated relationships that never get resolved! sort of gen, sort of poly?

<blockquote>Chung Sol may have only been the second fastest among the Nine — best at tanking, though, whatever Five had to say on this — but the signs were pretty fucking hard to miss.</blockquote> ➤ cackling with laughter, I love chung sol's pov

<blockquote>A week before the Spring Hunt, Prince Yu pays a visit to the Su Residence. "I wondered if we might have an honest conversation."</blockquote>

<blockquote>The weather on Qing Jing Peak was never just boring. It was either gloriously sunny, with a blazing blue sky and charming little birds twittering among the bamboo, or dramatically storming, rain pounding against the walls, the perfect backdrop for a furious confrontation or declaration of all-consuming love (read: lust). So when Shen Qingqiu woke up to a light, uninteresting drizzle falling from a dishwater sky, he knew instantly that something was wrong. Binghe was plastered against his back, too big, too warm, his palm pressed to his chest over Shen Qingqiu’s heart as if needing, always, the confirmation that he was alive. Shen Qingqiu could feel his erection pressing against the curve of his lower back, knew that if he wanted to he could shift his hips, grind backwards, and Binghe would wake and be on him in moments, pulling the sleeping robes from his shoulders and latching his teeth into the column of Shen Qingqiu's throat, marking him, over and over, as his. So that was all normal. There was something else, something more abstract, that was off.</blockquote> ➤ the one where sqq is forced into the realization that the plot is over, he now just...lives in a normal world with real actualized people around him, including both himself and binghe, and then has to handle this idea through the means of sexy roleplay because he he can't actually admit to himself that he can be a person with wants and desires and for that to be okay; it's both very funny and very tender

<blockquote>"I accidentally created a whole real person to be my sexual plaything! And now I'm about to baby-trap him! In a trap that I also created! I'm pretty sure this isn't okay!"</blockquote> ➤ mbj's pov!!! I love mbj's pov on all this (though it's also very procreation focused and I'm less interested in that aspect)

<blockquote>Theoretically he knows it’s possible to bake bread using nuruk as the yeast starter, and he’s sure he’ll figure it out eventually, but making the bread is just the first step! Then he’s got to somehow recreate Italian seasoning from scratch, and that’s not even getting into the cheese— In the past, in the future, Bong-hwan and So-yon navigate their appetites.</blockquote>