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day 7

Yue Qingyuan didn't value his soul like one who possesses their soul does, because his soul belonged to Shen Jiu. In the same way, Shen Jiu swore his life to Yue Qingyuan, and so unlike a man who possesses his life, Shen Jiu did not enjoy it. In the end, neither of them got to keep their life, or soul.

Something about both of them entering Wan Jian's swordhalls for the other, Yue Qingyuan to claim a sword, to put a claim to strength, strength enough to rescue Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu, entering Wan Jian to grasp a physical symbol of what he has carried. The physical bond of his loyalty he cannot abandon, the devotion he cannot sever from himself.

(Something about a sword from Wan Jian tying one to Cang Qiong, so even if Shen Jiu could not belong with Yue Qingyuan, if he belonged to Cang Qiong, and Cang Qiong belonged to Yue Qingyuan...)

Them both bearing the physical symbols of their devotion, loyalty, and desire, affixing those symbols to their waists daily, for years, and in that same day, walking past one another, and feeling only heartache.

Miscommunication is Qijiu’s favorite pastime, you see, because to Shen Jiu, Xuan Su has a bitter meaning: A symbol of how Yue Qingyuan had truly moved past him. How he ascended, abandoning Shen Jiu to a mortal fate, an untouchable immortal cultivator.

Xiu Ya, to Yue Qingyuan. Yue Qi.

A reminder. A symbol of his greatest peace, a monument to his greatest failure. For Shen Jiu could master a sword when Yue Qingyuan could not. Yet, how could Yue Qi not feel comforted by his dearest person’s glorious triumph? To each of them, the other’s sword as a reminder of their greatest pain.

Poetically, PIDW!Shen Qingqiu consuming the shards of Xuan Su. The shards of Xuan Su, Yue Qingyuan’s soul, his broken ascendancy. Shen Jiu consuming that, subsuming it to himself, tying Yue Qingyuan to him, in a way that SVSSS!Shen Jiu did not get a chance to.

It is either the shards of Xuan Su, or a broken red string.

Someone said that Yue Qingyuan is never on time.

To which I thought, and perhaps, this could be true, Shen Jiu is always too early.

Qijiu seems eternally meant to pass each other, never meant to meet.

Shen Jiu, leaving the inferno of Qiu Manor, too early. Yue Qingyuan, finding cold ashes, too late.

Shen Jiu, dying before his time, or at least, his soul departing, too early. Yue Qingyuan, speaking painful truth instead of remonstrating his own folly, too late.

We don’t know what Yue Qingyuan and SVSSS!Shen Jiu’s last words were to each other.

Ashes and tears to go around!

Ten thousand arrows and a broken sword.

*drinks deeply of my red wine, reclining on a chaise lounge in a green velvet robe* Another long night of breaking and torturing that old man *sip* Ah, a find vintage! *rings my little faggot bell* Manfred! Bring me the Qijiu fluff! Be quick about it doll, I want to feel alive!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! WELCOME 2025!!

Man, if disciple Bunhe had tried to come out to Shen Qingqiu it would've gone so poorly.

SQQ: Binghe really shouldn't spend so much time with this old man! Shouldn't he be off charming some women disciples?

LBH: Shizun, this disciple does not like women.

SQQ: …

SQQ, internally: Oh no, I raised a misogynist.

Shang Qinghua: I would like to apply to be your spy

Mobei-Jun: Do you have any experience being deceptive?

Shang Qinghua: Oh, yes! I lie to myself all the time!

gay ass snippet of my oc lore

SJ talking mad shit about his husband online but as soon as someone agrees he's like "I'm outside your house rn pull up"

Muse and Artist

Being a muse is far exceptional, a role of no other.

The reason that is an artist's affection is just as exceptional.

Capturing the very thing you adore by your own hands feel just as luxurious as having your being appreciated and into a media of art.

Being deemed as worthy of an artist's affection to be immortalized as a piece of art, is as precious as creating it, able to capture your beloved into an art you made by your own hands.

To have the experience of loving, and being loved is one half of each other, a perfect pair.

For that is why, the role of a muse is indeed special, for you receive the tender affection of an artist.

And the role of the artist is as enjoyable, for you're blessed by their very own presence you deem as art not yet portrayed as an oil painting at the main entrance of an art museum.

(im new on tumblr and not a native speaker of english, im sorry if theres some embarassing mistakes! )

my 7th (and last?) prompt for svsss g4g – pirate sj kidnapping yqy for ransom (submitted by @/lavenderandrue on twitter)

yqy: *lost puppy look*

sj: i might keep him