Shen Jiu (grumpy preggy omega era)

You'd be surprised. Men work as hard as they need to get a job - then laze around as much as they possibly can.

Mh...

[He finishes skimming through and closes the book.]

Good job. Now if only your shixiongs and shijies could put even half this much effort into their studies, we wouldn't be shamed for being "just a useless scholarly peak". [He grumbles]

[He snorts, reading through Rong Jiu's project.]

It could be fun, watching the Liu oaf punish his disciples without explaining what they're punished for...

Tell me where you gathered the information for these beasts?

Sit down before you faint and I have to explain to Mu-shidi why my disciple got a concussion in my house. [He huffs, touching Rong Jiu's shoulder.]

Now let me see...

...I never realised birthing a child came with so much huff, I suppose.

*Sometimes, they're both shitty to the other. It's fine.*

Stop giving me qi deviations every other day then.

@catzunqingqiu.bsky.social how do you deal with being with child this is awful

Do you really want me to answer that? *He huffs, but closes his eyes and instinctively rolls his shoulders back. That feels nice.*

...thank you.

*He raises an eyebrow, snapping his fan open to stop himself from crossing his arms.*

...fine. You better mean that.

...just stop, you're only making it worse.

*He lifts a hand to rub his forehead, sighing.*

I'm sure your beast will get you a new one. Give that to me, I'll get it fixed.

*May the heavens be kind and save him from Shen Jiu's deathglare.*

A-YUAN.

*Shen Jiu traces the embroidery with a small smile, the gesture not going unnoticed.*

Thank you, Jiu'er.

*He looks relieved as he changes into the new robes - his usual clothes felt way too restrictive.*

Is this where you've been away for the last couple days?

Skill issue.

*...gods above, he spent too much time with his brother and Shang-shidi.*

Stop breaking my fans.

You're a cultivator. Cool yourself.

Do it normally or don't do it at all. You're going to break that fan.

*He gently bonked Rong Jiu's head with his fan - more of a chastising gesture than any actual pain.*

Your mastered your previous home's craft, now time to do the same with your new one. Don't slack off, it's unbecoming of a Qing Jing disciple.

Well... I have to admit I am curious to see how you'd look.

But later. I know you still haven't finished the scroll from when we got... distracted.

As do I. *He murmured, fingers carding through Rong Jiu's hair.*

Don't you dare leave me, Jiu'er.

No?!

*He looks even more flustered 🪭*

// read his other posts about the rp account's lore

They never talked about then this deeply. I visited the pavilion to rest, not to get objects shoved up in me. *He shrugs.*

They're demons, you never know.

*He needs to get a grip on himself, damnit.*

Debilitating the Sect Leader of one of the most powerful sects sounds exactly like what they would do.

// Song Lan watching them like

*Shen Jiu chuckles, gaze endlessly fond.*

You speak of it like it's common knowledge, like anyone else would have the face to mention such objects publicly. Especially here on the mountain. You would think there are classes teaching it, but alas.

*He debates the pros and cons of throwing her off the mountain. Or himself. Either works.*

Then something must have happened yesterday. Did you go on a mission?

*And for god's sake, did she really not find any robes that her... chest, would have properly fit into?!*

Resourceful in all matters, my Jiu'er.
Do tell me more.

*He's going to kill Yue Qingyuan if the fact that all his blood is flowing to his face won't kill him first.*

...I imagine.

How did you even get into this situation?

...I don't, don't I?

*He tilts his head, pleased smile revealing from behind his fan.*

Mn. Ideas.

Mh, that would imply that I'm the one in you. 🪭