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мне нравится это
I'm trying to write a modern DivorceAU for WangXian, but I think I need some ideas. Overall, LWJ decides the divorce because the family pressures and is bad for the company, and Wei Wuxian leaves heartbroken, devoting his energy to becoming an eminence in the field of forensic medicine, taking out a couple of extra careers. (forensic psychology? chemistry?), (1/3)
2/2 and rolling in the bed of some rich subjects who pamper him … and little by little he begins to fall in love with the power he acquires. Problems with the police for drunk driving? That judge who gave him a dirty job will get him out of business without even finances. Need some free days at the prestigious university where he teach? The director gives them to him delighted, after all he can take advantage and fuck him in his office afterwards. Nobody say NO to him.
3/3) It becomes almost intoxicating, the power he achieves with sex and smiles. His bank account is secured, his bed is never empty. The loneliness he feel can be forgotten, sometimes. And then, 13 years later, Lan Wangji knocks on his door with a bouquet of flowers and an apology.
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Slam the door in his face sweetie
“There are… so many reasons why I’m not accepting these flowers or your apology, Lan Wangji. Firstly, I don’t really do committed relationships anymore. I haven’t for more then a decade. Secondly, I don’t think I would have anything to gain by sleeping with you again aside from reopening mostly healed over wounds just to rub salt in them. Lastly, if I wasn’t good enough for you or your family all those years ago I certainly aren’t now. I think I would prefer not to see you again. Say hi to your brother for me.”
Yeah idk why I even drew these
Tbh I thought I had same face syndrome but looking at these now... maybe I don’t ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Fatal Journey: exists
My emotions and health:
I made a little meme
more NHS!!
He misses his dage!
Give him his dage
я не смогла найти подходящей прически, поэтому он с косичкой. не хватает его милой челки.
I am not happy with the result, but he's hot.
i don't like create a male sim
i have lan wangji too, but he is terrible
(and female Huaisang looks wonderful, she’s my goddess)
(The Untamed) Episode 4, 8, and 10: Nie Huaisang appreciating the male cultivation population since Day One
consider my faves aha
MDZS fandom: Plenty of healthy, popular ships, including the canonical one.
Also MDZS fandom: A lot of somewhat problematic ships, but still popular ones, with loads of content so you don’t go hungry.
Me:
God bless the moment when someone got the idea to draw Nate with long hair…….. ♥ My gallery ♥ Support me on Patreon
☼ SIMSTROUBLE | CC Releases November to January ~
I saved all my psd for one reason: Make one big wrapper post to showcase all my CC made ‘till now (January ‘20). If you missed something or might be a lil bit lazy to go through my messy blog, here’s everything I released in the last three months. Thank you all for your support and love 💖
Link Direct to Patreon (always free!) 1. Aslaug 2. Toril 3. Katheryn 4. Crawling Queen 5. Darlene V1 - V2 6. Jazz Riff 7. Hilary 8. Stephany 9. Lalena
The Black Angels - Entrance Song
MDZS: Sangyao ficlet; Regret
Requested by @clockworkspider on twitter: Sangyao, kiss prompt: after a small rejection. Based on Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao’s relationship in CQL/Untamed. Hope you like it! <3
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“Young master. What’s wrong?”
Through his tears, Nie Huaisang looks up to a soft gaze and a smile as gentle as the spring breeze. “Meng Yao,” he says, voice keening, dragging, at the second syllable.
Meng Yao’s mouth curves, dimples deepening at the corners. Every meeting with Nie Mingjue leads to the same thing—Nie Huaisang weeping over a fresh lecture for his “frivolous” hobbies. He closes the gap between the door and the bed where Nie Huaisang lies, curled in a ball, knees to his chest.
“Did Sect Leader Nie reject the bigger cage for Xiao Qi?” he asks, softly, lowering to the edge of the bed.
Nie Huaisang nods, hiccupping. “He said—he said the small one is already a waste of space as it is…”
Meng Yao hums. His fingers reach out to brush hair off Nie Huaisang’s face. “I’m sorry, young master. Perhaps I can put in a word for Xiao Qi the next time I speak with your brother?”
“Will you?” Nie Huaisang’s eyes are big, his lips parted and trembling. In his cage, Xiao Qi bounces on the bar and lets out a little trill. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Meng Yao!”
“You’d do perfectly well,” Meng Yao says. He presses a kiss to the crown of Nie Huaisang’s head, breathes in the scent of lavender incense and fresh-baked pastries. Sweet as Nie Huaisang’s smile as he looks up at Meng Yao through glistening lashes.
Meng Yao’s heart does a little flip.
It’s that same smile that makes Meng Yao—no, Jin Guangyao now—shiver with anticipation every time Nie Huaisang returns to consult him on sect matters. Makes his breath grow ragged when Nie Huaisang, teeth bright and eyes still ever so big, pins him to the wall of the conference room to mouth his jaw, the curve of his neck.
Times like these, Meng Yao feels sorry for murdering Nie Mingjue. For causing the lines on Nie Huaisang’s forehead, the wet trails down Nie Huaisang’s cheeks.
Only at times like these.
Near: Mello! That's an illegal use of government property.
Mello: ...
Near: *sighs* I'm not looking.
Mello: Roger! Near took my Rubik's Cube!
Near: You weren't doing it right.
Roger: Enough! Come here. *grabs Rubik's Cube* Wow Near, you did this?
Mello: You're supposed to be yelling at him!
In an interview Mello said, ‘At a certain point you just get tired of the way the other person breathes,’ and I took that pretty hard because I, personally, am infatuated with the way Mello breathes.
Near (via incorrect-deathnotequotes)
Near: Who the hell are you?
Mello: You, but better.
Near: I don’t think it’s possible to exceed perfection
Mello: If you were my husband I'd poison your tea!
Near: If you were MY husband, I'd drink it.
Mello: I just wanna go over there, grab Near, and kiss him. How can I kiss him and not let him know that I like him?