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Time capsule adventure
"The aliens will dig it out when it's a year...gazillion."
"Stupid. There aren't no aliens."
"Are too! And I will tell them where the capsule is."
"You can't live for gazillion years."
"Then for bazillion years. Let's show it to them together! We'll only know where this is, it's our secret. Cross your heart."
"🙄"
"Cross it!"
"Fine. Cross my heart or ogre will eat me."
The Art of Finding the Perfect Catch
"Come on, Guanshan! Ten more minutes is over. Daddy is waiting for us. You promised to show him your catch."
"I wanna cook it!"
"We're not having worms for dinner."
A Rare Sunny Afternoon
Child's giggles and dirty bare feet. Sun's bright rays flickering off the leaves flapping in the breeze. Enthusiastic snuffing and lapping. Wiggly puppy butts. The dark presence - a man, not a boy anymore, with a man's responsibilities and expectations - next to them catches himself being lulled by the sounds for a second and reaches out. The golden fur is as soft as the hair of the little boy's - about to be taught a lesson in what it means to be his father's son soon.
"Come on, Tian, we have to take him back before father comes."
HAPPY LATE CHILDREN DAY!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭 For my little cameos!!
*cry in happiness and sorrow*
(Don’t mind the little tomato on Cun Tou’s hat not because he was chosen to follow Mo Mo the Tomato 🙂)
What an outstanding piece, looks so much like OX’s style. You’re incredibly talented ✨
hetianspuppy-deactivated2021030
He Tian to Mo Guan Shan …
Fuck. I need a fic based on this scene.
Here you go, @i-got-these-words! Inspired by @hetianspuppy’s post.
The Club
Music pulsed through Mo Guan Shan’s body, the bass setting up residence in his bones and demanding his pulse pick up speed, that his body give up control to the hot rips from the guitar and let his feet move to the beat of the drum.
“This place is hot, right?” Jian Yi yells in his ear.
Mo Guan Shan flashes him an irritated look and scowls. “Too loud. What are we doing here?”
“Scoping out the competition!” The other man points enthusiastically to the stage, where the lead guitarist dives into a solo, his hand rocking against the fingerboard while his pick blurs on the strings.