#palace shenanigans

[hyog-blog]

Curioser and Curioser [Ch. 3] [fic] [Joy of Life]

Curiouser and Curiouser (39828 words) by Wandering_star_light

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Joy of Life Rating: R-ish Relationships: Fan Xian/Li Chengru, Li Chengze/Xie Bi'an, Fan Ruoruo & Fan Xian, Fan Xian & Yan Bingyun, Fan Xian & Wang Qinian, Li Chengru/Fan Ruoruo Characters: Fan Xian, Li Chengru, Li Chengze, Xie Bi'an, Emperor of Qing, Chen Pingping, Li Chengqian, Fan Ruoruo, Wang Qinian, Yan Bingyun, Shadow Additional Tags: a case study on Fan Xian's pansexuality, a queer revolution in the Kingdom of Qing, Red District novel writing, Poison, Aphrodisiacs, but it's not what you think, Palace Shenanigans, deathly royal dinners, backstabbing, Mindfuck, the Emperor is vicious and mysterious, Li Chenru has DEPTH, everything is not what it seems, Brother-Sister Relationships, No Incest, Hurt/Comfort, Fan Xian is being his genius self, Yan Bingyun is kind of remarkable, Chen Pingping is one of a kind, it's fun and stabby and everyone gets permanently shocked by what's happening, but not really, careful exploration of ménage à trois

Summary: Having mourned the ‘death’ of Fan Xian, none other than the God of Poetry himself, on a truly global scale, the Emperor planned an equally grand celebration of his precious official’s return. Once the news of Fan Xian being alive emerged, it spread like fire on a hot summer day, making everyone sigh with relief.

Hence, it didn’t really come as a surprise when His Highness, beaming with joy and badly hidden mischievousness, announced to everyone that they’d be celebrating Fan Xian’s return for no less than a month. Fan Xian, naturally, would have to attend each and every joyous festivity, be present at all feasts, participate in all the games, and most importantly, stay at the palace for everyone’s (mostly the Emperor’s) entertainment.

The First Prince watches the theatrics unfold in the most unexpected ways, not knowing that he has a very peculiar role to play in the palace's never-ending shenanigans.

[etheriiart]

quick comic i needed out of my brain

[edenfire]

🌸💘"were you expecting prince charming?~"💘🌸

what if akira is hit with a status effect that turns him into a mouse, and the only way to change back is a kiss from a prince?👀💘💞🌸

I doodled the sketch for this a few years ago, and I'm super happy that I was finally able to color it🥰💗

[unicorn-boy-personal-h3ll]

Fran being a dog and Rabies jokes now Fran is canonically Rabiesexual/j

[burntsecrets]

Echoes of Winged Rebellion

Pairing: Zuko x Katara

Word Count: 731

Prompt: For Zutara Week 2024 | Day 3: Echoes @zutaraweek

Warnings: Humor, lighthearted banter, playful teasing, mild romantic tension, mentions of past near-drowning (in a comedic context), absurd situations (turtle ducks organizing), non-serious hostage situation (gardener held by turtle ducks)

The morning air was crisp in the Fire Nation palace, but the halls were anything but silent. Katara sighed as the sound of her voice—well, an incredibly dramatic mimicry of her voice—bounced off the grand walls.

“ZUKO!” The shout reverberated through the grand corridor, carried by an equally over-the-top stomp.

Katara stopped mid-step, narrowing her eyes at the figure down the hallway. Zuko stood there, arms crossed, lips twitching as he barely restrained his grin.

"How could you do this to me?!" he mimicked, waving his arms wildly, a smirk tugging at his lips as he continued his over-the-top reenactment of one of their more infamous squabbles.

Katara’s hand went to her hip. “Zuko, for the last time, that’s not how it happened."

Zuko tilted his head, his golden eyes alight with mischief, one eyebrow arching as his smirk broke free. “Really? Because I remember it exactly like this.” Clearing his throat, he dropped his voice in an exaggerated growl. "Actually, Katara, I think we should fight the Dai Li by walking into their trap because that’s clearly a GREAT IDEA." His arms flailed again for emphasis.

"I do not sound like that!"

"Are you sure? Because the echo says otherwise." Zuko gestured to the empty hallway as if it were on his side.

Despite herself, a snort escaped Katara’s lips, and she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. “You’re the worst.���

“Oh no, I’m the Fire Lord.” Zuko strode toward her, his boots clicking against the polished floor, his expression one of pure, insufferable glee. 

Katara crossed her arms, but her mock-glare faltered as a laugh bubbled up. "Oh, you think you're so clever, don’t you? Don’t forget what happened to you at the Western Air Temple."

"You mean the second time you tried to drown me?" he shot back, his smirk widening.

“First of all, I didn’t try to drown you,” Katara shot back, stepping closer until they were nose to nose. “Second, you deserved it.”

His smirk softened into something warmer, and he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Sure I did,” he murmured. “And you forgave me, remember?”

“I regret that every single day,” she deadpanned, though her lips betrayed her with a smile.

"Sure you do," Zuko replied, his voice softer now. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Katara sighed, her cheeks warming. "Okay, fine. I guess it’s funny… but only a little!"

"A little?" Zuko echoed mockingly again, but this time there was a genuine warmth in his voice. "You’re laughing, aren’t you?"

Katara rolled her eyes but let herself smile. "Fine, you win this one. But don’t think I’m letting you off that easily."

"Oh, I wouldn’t dare," Zuko said, his smirk now full-blown.

Suddenly, the sound of scampering feet interrupted their moment. A young boy, breathless and wide-eyed, skidded to a halt in front of them.

“Fire Lord Zuko! Lady Katara!” The boy gulped, his words spilling out in a rush. “There’s—uh—there’s a situation in the courtyard.”

Zuko frowned, glancing at Katara, who arched a questioning brow. “What kind of situation?” she asked.

The boy fidgeted. "It’s… the turtle ducks. They’ve organized."

Zuko blinked. "Organized? Into what?"

"An army, sir," the boy said, dead serious. "They’ve formed ranks around the pond and seem very upset about… something." He glanced nervously at Katara.

Katara’s eyes widened in realization. "Oh, no. Zuko, did you forget to feed them again?"

Zuko hesitated, his golden eyes darting away, "Uh… maybe?"

Katara gave him a long, exasperated look. "You’re Fire Lord, and you can’t remember to feed turtle ducks?"

“It’s not like they’d actually do anything,” he muttered defensively, but his voice faltered under her glare.

“They’ve taken the gardener hostage,” the boy interrupted, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Katara blinked. “They’ve what?”

“They’re demanding food… and reparations.” The boy's voice wavered.

Zuko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Great. I’ll be the first Fire Lord in history to lose the throne to turtle ducks.”

Katara’s lips twitched. “If the turtle ducks overthrow the Fire Nation, it’ll be entirely your fault.”

“Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” Zuko grumbled, though his faint smirk returned as he reached for her hand.

Katara squeezed it, her laugh echoing through the halls as they strode toward the courtyard, ready to face the feathered rebellion.

[sunnyings]

*MATPP seasons 1&2 spoilers*

i find it so funny (yet tragic) that ahmet can’t seem to catch a single fckng break in this entire show

in season 1 his body almost necrotized TWICE, he was hit on the head to the point of loosing his conscience and got locked in the sewers of istanbul without food or water and covered in [REDACTED] for like 3 days

then season 2 comes around, and he almost immediately becomes a suspect of TERRORISM, finds the woman he loves again and soon after looses her, has to deal with serious daddy issues, is forced to go through the gateway of truth, which messes his head up even more than it already was and last but not least almost gets EXECUTED

[incognito-lionbeast]

I think in my AU Tianlang-Jun/heavenly demons in general are a (demon world variant of) Mew. So.. essentially. Big, bad gyarados Su Xiyan saw this funny little foetus cat & was like "I can't NOT have an egg with that"

Thankfully Mew knows Transform. It's fine.

[xiakeponz]

the shenanigans in our cdrama disc. ft. @llonkrebboj and co

tag urself im czgws lmao

additional contribution from @lu-luna-lunatic

[draco-glacialis]

Columbina: Something tells me Tsaritsa's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

Tsaritsa, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Arlecchino isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

AU Continues

As part of the modern lawyer FWB slow burn AU fic with @xiakeponz. Also the other side of the thirst trap social media shenanigans.

When you're FWB with the guy with a throat kink and you still have to go to class. 😩

BUT ALSO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE THIRST TRAP

[themosthatedbeingg]

{ it’s that time of the year again.. he must gather his Horde of gold and jewelry and lay on it.. the need to hibernate on his Horde is strong}

[hoboblaidd]

I'm still thinking about the Winter Palace and I love that you can just dance with the Dread Wolf in your bloodstained armor after Celene gets brutally assassinated because frankly, same.

[kikorenart]

Celebrating the PP collective by turning them into a vine compilation.

@ink-and-dagger | @iseutz | @lemonmancer | @chickenparm | @sweatandwoe | @a-gal-with-taste | @aromansoul | @drawlypsy | @venranae | @henbased | @euaveri | @lemonemlyn | @pomegranatebat | @lemmielem | @insult-2-injury | @six-feet-sleep | @designfailure56 | @thesaltybuns

[thegreatarlecchina]

Felicity: If your leg got cut off, would it hurt?

Tiago: ¡Claro que sí! Your leg got cut off!

Felicity: But how would you feel the pain in your leg…

Both: IF YOUR LEG IS GONE!

[galeofquarterdeep]

Y'know what I think is funny? The Inquisition being able to intervene in the winter palace and save Orlais (with either Gaspard or Celene [+Briala] on the throne) was pure luck. Cullen (at least I think it was Cullen lol) even proves this by saying something like "So it is tonight"

They didn't know whether or not this would be the evening of the assassination attempt on the empress. They knew it was gonna happen but not when. For all we know, the entire Inquisition could've been forced to attend every event the empress would attend for the next few months just for her to be murdered in her own backyard or something!

They had a time frame of like 1 year and that really doesn't make it that much easier, given how much aristocrats from Orlais love to party (especially—as we're being told by the ladies in waiting—during trying times)

Of course, it makes sense that it's going to be during this great event but still. Imagine the Inquisition going through all of that winter palace bs just for the empress to be poisoned or something

[starrabbitmedia]

to absolutely anyone in Star Palace who would know their answer: what classes do you think you would be if you were DnD characters?

"Well, obviously, I'd be the DM," Mirage answered, for once fully confident in themself. "But if I was playing, I'd say I'd be a Warlock. Zavy would be a Bard. Hands down."

"Because I radiate charisma and I'm incredibly good-looking?" Zavy asked with a grin.

"No," Mirage droned. "Because you try to snog everything under the sun."

Despite the fact that he wanted to be offended, Zavy himself couldn't think of a good counter point. So the taller bot merely shrugged and smirked. It was true, after all.

"And Fairy would be--"

"A BARBARIAN!" Fairy interrupted the smallest of the group, smiling like a madwoman. "I RAGE!"

"Yeah, that," Mirage responded with a satisfied nod.