god i love your art, i miss it 🩵

illustration of xue yang sitting on a stool, staring downwards with an angry or concerned or vaguely frustrated expression. he has a shearling collared leather jacket draped around his shoulders

miles to go before i sleep

Urgent prevention of qi deviation

#mdzs #nieyao

mingjue biting his chest while hes pinned down on her lap and telling him she loves his tits

A piece of artwork depicting nieyao. Jin Guangyao sits, kneeling, with Nie Mingjue’s decapitated head in his lap. He smiles serenely, holding a strand of NMJ’s hair in his hand as he brushes it out with a golden comb. Black fumes of resentment emerge from Nie Mingjue’s mouth, surrounding Jin Guangyao.

Domesticity

#mdzs | #nieyao

Once again thinking about Mo Ran kissing A-Ning's swollen pink pussy lips goodnight all nice and sweet and then closing his disciple's sweaty, shaking legs and tucking his fucked-half-unconscious disciple under the covers for the night. Smiling as he pats his head and wishes him sweet dreams.

shen "i let my bros cum in me" yuan......

—I’ll settle for the ghost of you…

#mdzs #wangxian #lanwangji #weiwuxian

cw bondage //

having a hard time catching vash the stampede? try laying some bait 😉

well, the first chapter i should say

“Yes,” Taxian-jun kisses Chu Wanning’s bare shoulder. “My noble consort has performed so well. A princess, my Chu Fei has given this Venerable One a beautiful daughter.”

“My Chu Fei is doing so well, feeding our child so she can grow up strong,” Taxian-jun planted a kiss on the mole behind Chu Wanning’s ear.

“She?” It comes out as a whisper, light as baby’s breath.

He could feel Taxian-jun joining the little family on the bed, his arm wrapping behind his consorts back to support him. Chu Wanning flinched away slightly and shivered, he still didn’t want to be touched by that man.

He studied their face, they had their fathers nose and mouth, he guessed that they may have had their mothers eyes, but wasn’t sure. They were perfect.

“Oh, my perfect child, my sweet baby,” Chu Wanning cooed, clutching them closer.

Chu Wanning gathered his sweet child in his arms, inhaling the child’s scent. He pulled away the top of his robe, exposing his breast and letting his baby latch. They hungrily sucked, curling into the warmth of their mother. Finally, Chu Wanning’s lifeline was in his arms.

“It’s alright, come along, let’s get you back to bed,” Taxian-jun led his wife back to his bed, letting him crawl into the nest of many blankets and pillows. Chu Wanning was exhausted and whined a bit, his hand still bleeding. Taxian-jun shushed him and held out his salvation.

Chu Wanning shuddered a bit, dropping his weapon once he sees that his child is safe. He unsteadily got on his feet, stumbling over to Taxian-jun. He reached out desperately for his lifeline, letting out a broken, “Please,”

He looked around at the room, his eyes sweeping over the unturned furniture and shattered ceramics before finally settling on the figure of his beloved concubine and hated shizun, one in the same.

The door swung open, the dark looming figure of Taxian-jun entered the destroyed room, a light-coloured bundle was tucked into the crook of one arm.

Chu Wanning wasn’t on the floor alone with his thoughts for long. He heard footsteps outside the door, instantly recognizing them as Taxian-jun’s. He pushed himself up on his hip, bloody ceramic shard in his shaking uninjured hand as a weapon.

He needed his baby more than he needed air, more than water, than food, than anything. His child was his lifeblood.

Was Taxian-jun really so cruel as to harm his own child? Maybe the baby looked too much like Chu Wanning and sparked the wrath and ire of Taxian-jun.

After only a few minutes of squeezing the ceramic shard, he dropped it to the floor, the sobs wracking his body, weakening Chu Wanning so much that he collapsed onto the cold floor.

He gripped the shard as hard as he could, beads of blood turned into trails that escaped down his arm, staining his thin robes.

He looked mournfully over at one of his broken vases, the shards looked so very inviting. Chu Wanning stumbled over; his adrenaline had left his body as quickly as it came. The shard of white ceramic felt overly large in his hand.

Chu Wanning wailed desperately for his baby, his baby who he hadn’t even held in his arms yet. His child who he talked to constantly over the past months. His only reason for keeping himself alive at his darkest times.

Panic overtook Chu Wanning, he rushed around the room, overturning any furniture he could find, smashing his bronze mirror, and pounding at the door. His baby was gone. His baby needed him, and he wasn’t there. They were probably hungry if the tightness of his chest said anything.

He wobbled his way over to the bassinet, expecting to find a wriggling infant eager for their mother’s milk and warmth. But there was nothing. No baby, no little gurgles, and hands reaching to the heavens, nothing.

He was thankfully left in a thin robe, not good for keeping away the chill, but good enough to maintain his modesty, at least that was something Taxian-jun hadn’t taken away this time.

Chu Wanning carefully slid out of bed, his legs shaking and the coldness of the floor sending shivers across his body.

He remembered everything that happened before his fainting, waking up after birth, Taxian-jun holding his baby, his child’s cries for their mother, the promise that he couldn’t raise his own flesh and blood, everything.