#camelotsfavouriteknight

[aparticularbandit]

@camelotsfavouriteknight - your words from witch hood fic! sorry for how late they are!

You run your fingers through your red hair, pick a few locks, and flip them out towards the mirror.  Your hair is getting long.  It was already a little shaggy when you moved out here – it’s not like your papa cared about your hair; the most you heard from him was to let his wife take care of it, and she never wanted it to be short, so any cutting you’d done was haphazard at best – but now it’s…long.  Longer than you like.  You’ve been trying to cut it on and off.  Goldie offered to use her claws on it.  But….

[lizhly-writes]

@camelotsfavouriteknight for wip wednesday jan 21 2026, in wip doc

It was quiet. Shizun had heavy-duty silence talismans plastered on the door, with a little twist that somehow made them much better than what Shang Qinghua could whip up himself. On the desk, an incense clock slowly burned, smoke wafting in the air.

As a Peak Lord, Shizun was a perfect and peerless immortal, dignified and unaging. But of course he seemed less so when he was staring down at a stack of paperwork with deeply knit eyebrows and scribbling out notes. The expression he was wearing was somewhat less a picture of serenity and more the face of an exhausted salaryman who was hoping not to work overtime today.