@zyrafowe-sny @sourb0i @kalira @whimsicalmeerkat we are doing our best with deadlines!!!
and now, from the grand wip file:
"Hello, Liu-shidi," Shang Qinghua said.
"Shang Qinghua," Liu Qingge said, and then he said, "What the hell."
Goddamn it, Liu-shidi.
Shang Qinghua knew it was a surprise, but couldn't he have come up with something better to say than that? Maybe he should've sent a note ahead, after all. Then Liu-shidi could make himself look appropriately touched at Shang Qinghua's offering.
Regardless of that, Shang Qinghua bowed. "This shixiong would like to present you with a token," he murmured, and then gestured to what Liu Qingge had been staring at the entire time: the head of the Six-Tailed Dragon-Lion that Shang Qinghua had spent three goddamn days trying to kill.
It had been really hard! It'd involved a lot of explosives and screaming! But if he'd picked anything easier to bring back as a trophy for his beloved, it wouldn't have been romantic enough by Bai Zhan standards! So he'd fucking done it! And he'd timed it so he came back at sunset, so everything looked suitably romantic! Liu-shidi better be grateful!
"I... " Liu Qingge said. He stopped there, uselessly. Shang Qinghua waited, but Liu Qingge mostly seemed to be occupied at staring at the dragon-lion head, which -- okay, fine, acceptable, Shang Qinghua probably would've been offended if Liu Qingge didn't stare. After all, it was an objectively impressive kill! It deserved to be appreciated!
"The rest of the body is here," Shang Qinghua said, and pressed a qiankun pouch into Liu Qingge's weirdly limp and unresisting hand. "I hear that the liver is very good for improving qi levels. I hope it's useful to Liu-shidi."
He flashed his most charming smile at Liu Qingge. This seemed to spark a reaction. Liu Qingge straightened his back, fingers tightening on the qiankun pouch. He still looked a little bit like Shang Qinghua had hit him over the head with a frying pan, which wasn't the best view for their eagerly watching audience, but whatever, they couldn't have everything. "I. Uh. Thank you. Shang-shixiong."
Good enough! Now Shang Qinghua could throw himself into the hot springs on An Ding and then pass the fuck out!
Shang Qinghua was still holding Liu Qingge's hand. He briefly contemplated doing the romantic thing of bringing it to his mouth to kiss it, like something out of a shitty romance novel. He settled for giving it a squeeze, and blithely ignored the weird twitch Liu Qingge reacted with. "Good night, Liu-shidi."
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Zukaang spirits made them do it for WIP Wednesday, please!
Congrats, you picked the zukaang "spirits made them do it" one!
Zuko rubs his eyes free of sand. Aang watches as Zuko lets himself laze for two more minutes before getting up to get ready for the day. As he walks away to his vanity, his long hair sways against his back. Aang remembers when Zuko had told him that he was considering cutting his hair when it just reached his shoulders. Aang had been vehemently against the idea, telling him about the Fire Nation’s long history of pride in their hair, and how just by having long hair doesn’t make him like his father. And also that it’s more fun to pull on longer hair than shorter hair.
Aang is so far winning.
He turns to lay on his back. He looks up into the swirls of linen that hang from the canopy. He hears as Zuko opens his dresser for his undergarments.
I will be terribly predictable and go for Trevor Goes Back for the WIP Wednesday Game? *eyes*
"Stop whining like an infant." Alucard nudged him with his toe. "Or should I carry you into the castle like one?"
Trevor recalled Alucard carting him around the castle the night before like he was some kind of blushing bride, and sat up, his cheeks hot. "I can walk."
"Good." Alucard turned away from him. "I have plans for you later."
Trevor choked on nothing. "Come again?"
"Plans for later," Alucard repeated. "But first, dinner."
So as someone who loves the game of playing K-Drama trope bingo (the game does vary for J-Dramas, Korean movies, etc. but also fun), I have to ask about the All the Tropes in Asian Drama story??? 👀
Aha! The idea for this spawned off this tumblr post, and I decided to write something for it, a story which eventually became The Past Cannot Be Cured.
However, there are just so many tropes, that I've kept the list around as a kind of ongoing prompt list. 😝
I'm considering the idea of running an event with them as prompts in 2024 actually...
Two were sitting in a tree forty feet off the ground, waving at the others below who were trying to mimic their feat. Another group had started up some complicated card game that didn't look like poker or Uno, which were the only two Pit knew. Judging by the number of rulebooks involved in the current argument, it was one he probably wasn't interested in learning anyway.
@stonemaskedtaliesin @tamsinswriting @kalira for wip wednesday, june 24 2026, in "androcles' lion" (anthology)
Jaw tensed, brows creased, wildness about the eyes as he gripped Shang Qinghua by the shoulders and said... something or the other.
Shang Qinghua was, perhaps, a little distracted at the moment. He should really pay more attention to the words being said and less attention to the arterial spray decorating the mouth saying them.
As it turned out, red suited Yue Qingyuan extraordinarily well. Who knew?
“Yue-shixiong,” Shang Qinghua said.
Even to him, his voice sounded a little distant. But it was enough for Yue Qingyuan, who almost instantly relaxed. “Shang-shidi,” he said, looking so relieved that it was as if Shang Qinghua had miraculously come back from the dead.
How long, exactly, had Yue Qingyuan been calling out that name?
