Hi everyone, I’m currently recording book 1 of MDZS. A new chapter will be uploaded each week.
Also, please forgive my pronunciation and if the quality isn’t the best. English is not my first language and I’m still learning this system.
This reading was done with love and I hope someone out there gets to hear it and enjoy this book like a lot of others have.
The First Poem in the world
— Excerpt from "Where It Begins" by Erica Jong (1971)
Hear me out;
For your SQH with tattoos post, what if he implemented tattoo spells or smthn into PIDW bcs he was a fan of FMA or smthn. It is a vry Airplane thing to do, trust.
Anon I'm listening loud and clear and I need this ASAP because I bet he did exactly that, he slapped some poor wanna be villain with talismans tattoos or some shit to make the villain look edgy and I bet the villain got his tattoo from a demon clan in the south or something, the point- THE POINT IS.
(oh God this is becoming a filet God save me-)
accidentally became the advisor of the wrong guy-
Svsss au where theres a third transmigrator
Mobei-Jun
He has never read pidw
He has no idea how he ended up here
Which is why he doesnt ask, doesnt tell, does what hes told and fucks off when not needed
SQH figures it out when MBJ accidentally says "kobe" when he throws him to the other side of the room one day
Kobe?! KOBE?!?!? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuuuuuck.
Shang Qinghua was losing his damn mind. Because…because MOBEI JUN WAS A FUCKING TRANSMIGRATOR!
It had been weeks now since he’s learned this, and he still wasn’t sure how to bring the subject up. What if he misheard? (Shang Qinghua knew that he hadn’t.)
They were alone, for the first time in a while and Mobei Jun was reading through the latest missive from Luo Binghe, lazily lounging back while Shang Qinghua stared at him from beneath his lashes, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
“Junshang is on his way to Lotus Pier,” Mobei Jun stated. “He will be there for a fortnight.”
“Ah, so he’s on a boat.”
“Mm.”
“Did he pick T-Pain instead of you to go with him?”
This got Mobei Jun’s attention, his blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Wha—”
“He’s King of the world, on a boat like Leo,” Shang Qinghua continued, a vicious smirk formed on his face as he watched the other.
“You’re—” Mobei Jun sputtered.
“You’re being incredibly OOC.” Shang Qinghua leaned back and tilted his head, “How long have you been a transmigrator?”
“Since birth.”
“So are you naturally an asshole or is that the system?”
It was gratifying to see the grimace on Mobei Jun’s stupidly handsome face.
The Little Prince's Great Ambitions
reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"
Ok, but hear me out —
Moshang Pride and Prejudice AU
demon courting
Shen Yuan stared up at the man, disbelief clear on his face.
The man before him huffed a laugh, brown eyes becoming crescent shaped with amusement. He was a little taller than Shen Yuan, a little broader, with a sleeve tattoo covering his right arm to his wrist. His dark brown hair was softly curled, more wavy, and a little shaggy, falling to his shoulders. His face reminding Shen Yuan of Binghe. Not a lot, but just enough if he were to tilt his head and squint.
“You’re just a kid.” When the man finally spoke his voice was as smooth as velvet. “How old are you?”
“Nineteen.” Shen Yuan automatically responded as he gawked.
The man had round wire glasses, a piercing on the left side of his lower lip, both ears were pierced, and he had cheekbones that belonged on a magazine cover. He was a little older than Shen Yuan expected. Somewhere in his late-twenties compared to Shen Yuans late teens.
“Cucumber-Bro, come on, I’m not that different.” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky offered a smile, showing off dimples underneath a days worth of scruff.
“How old are you?” Shen Yuan demanded, still blocking the doorway into the dorm.
“Thirty.”
What the fuck?
“What the fuck?” Shen Yuan asked aloud.
Seriously, this was the caffeine addicted crack-writer?!
When Shen Yuan had woken up back in his dorm room instead of in bed with his husband in the bamboo house, he immediately contacted Airplane—it was a gamble, but it paid off. The relief Shen Yuan felt when Airplane responded was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He gave the other man his phone number and address, then waited an excruciating five days until the two could meet. (Because Shen Yuan lived in Beijing, but Airplane apparently lived in Chengdu, and last minute flights weren’t cheap.)
Shen Yuan knew that his friend would look different. Hell, Shen Yuan looked different! A little shorter, a little rounder, way younger. With pitch black eyes, short inky black hair, and an ear piercing. He was pretty rather than handsome, softer than Shen Qingqiu.
And it wasn’t that Shang Qinghua wasn’t handsome—he was! Like everyone else in PIDW. But Airplane?
“Can I come in?” Airplane asked while shoving his hands into his back pockets. He wasn’t dressed fashionably. His beat up backpack was slung carelessly over a shoulder, jeans were ripped due to wear and tear, his faded band shirt was due to too many washes, his sneakers were scuffed. And yet…
Shen Yuan dressed in the latest fashion. He tried his best to look good, he had standards for himself! He looked like a C-Pop star.
Airplane wasn’t even trying to be hot. (WHY WAS HE SO HOT?!)
It shook something inside of Shen Yuan. All of his past theories of Airplane being a troll flew out the window.
“Well?” Airplane looked like he wasn’t above shoving past his friend to get in.
Shen Yuan allowed his friend inside, still shook.
“Shang Qinghua.”
“What?”
“My name, bro.”
“Wait…you used your actual name for the character closest to Mobei!? Fucking Mary-Sue!”
“Ah, there we go, there’s the Peerless Cucumber I know. Although it’s weird to hear such vitriol from a face so cute.”
Shen Yuan felt the blood rush to his face and wished he had a fan in his hands to use as a weapon when Airplane chuckled.
“Come on, let’s try to figure out how to get back home,” Shang Qinghua said as he moseyed to the desk in the room.
Shen Yuan sighed as he closed and locked the door.
Shen Qingqiu: Why are you on the floor?
Shang Qinghua: I'm depressed.
Shang Qinghua: Also I was stabbed, can you get Mu Qingfang, please?
What if Shang Qinghua's appearance reflected his actual age?
Something something cursed papapa plot device or System glitch.. I just wanted to try drawing old man SQH✈️
Let's say he looks like he's in his 40s or early 50s. I like to imagine he died at 25 , transmigrated and lived for another 20 before cultivating immortality.
