#whimsicalmeerkat

[lizhly-writes]

@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."

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my December 18th post here; Cards and Coins (which was intended to be for @nejihinata's NejiHina Week today, until I got Very Sick this week) for @twyrewolf, @whimsicalmeerkat, @eriquin, @inevitablyuncertain, @catboy-jupiter, and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thank you!

Hinata smiled at him in welcome, and Neji leapt up beside her, careful to avoid the cloth and cards she had spread before her. ‟Hello, my love.” Hinata stroked his muzzle, along his jaw and cheek to bury her fingers in his ruff. ‟Good hunting?” Neji flicked an ear, whuffing, and licked her inner forearm. Hinata laughed, fingers curling deeper, and she bowed her head as Neji paced closer, nuzzling their brows together. Neji returned the caress, sighing into the loose fall of Hinata’s hair, then tucked his chin over her shoulder.

Hinata only hugged him tighter. Neji nosed her neck as he drew back, casting a look down at her cards, curious. Though Hinata had taken them up easily - she knew how to use them, though they had been unfamiliar to Neji; she must have learned in the time they had been kept apart when they were young - they were a recent addition. A gift from one of the pair of oni who enjoyed Hinata’s flowers and brought their own down from their mountains to trade with her. Neji shifted away, settling on his belly near Hinata’s hip, where he could watch. Hinata cocked her head, stroking him affectionately, and Neji glanced up, then pricked his ears towards the tableaux in progress. There was at the left of centre and just below, the Four of Wands - four tall staves draped with fluttering fabric and garlands, two couples dancing beneath - and at the right and just above, the Nine of Coins. Hinata hummed, ruffling Neji’s ears, then took up the deck once more, turning out the Queen of Coins - Neji’s tail swished as he lifted his head; he knew the lady it depicted, serene with a knowing look in her eyes, was Hinata. Even without the surrounding of sunflowers that was an incidental coincidence. She matched it on the other side with the Sun, and yet more sunflowers. Neji whuffed, settling his muzzle on his mate’s thigh.

[mad-madam-m]

Belated request for the three sentence ficathon for the WIP Wednesday game!

And the prompt is:

any, any, you've got a friend in me

Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, Friends

“Stiles, will you just go away?” Derek snapped.

Instead of running away from an angry werewolf like any normal person would’ve done, Stiles flopped down on the couch beside him and stretched out. “No, asshole. Because like it or not, we’re friends now, and that means you’re stuck with me. So you’re not going to sit here and brood all night, okay? At least, not by yourself.”

“I don’t. Like you,” Derek muttered.

In return, he got a cock-eyed grin. “Aw, Derek, you say the sweetest things.”

[adhdavinci]

WIP Wednesday: Oedipus (for GJ2)

clearing out my queue of 2-for-1s from back when Gregnant Jak 2 was secret - prompts are from the second half of July and all of August.

@kidsomeday ah, someone with good taste... started as a joke working title and honestly i cant even come up with another name for the series now 😆

thanks to: @zyrafowe-sny x2, @auburnlaughter, @post-and-out x5, @whimsicalmeerkat, @violet-prism-creatively and @scifikimmi !

welcome to: @disastardly !

usage of brackets bc i still haven't decided on a name for jak's mom

⚠️ incest

“Do you think… she would approve?” Damas’ fingers stroked through green bangs, violet eyes on the man sleeping in his lap. Jak was laid across the both of them in one of his usual mid-day naps, his legs partially wrapped around Sig's, their leg hairs tickling together with every breath. Sig's hands rested over Jak's ankles, having stilled from a foot rub when he heard the light snores. He glanced at his king, the glint of the moon across his profile. “[Name?]” “Of course.” Sig traces a pattern in Jak's coarse hair. “She would have adored him. You know that.” “Yes,” Damas smiled softly. His gaze sharpened as it shifted to meet Sig's. “But would she approve?” The implication finally clicked; the scars stung around Sig's cybernetic. His fingers twitched towards it, but he kept them on Jak's leg. “She would want you to be happy,” he finally replied.

“At what cost?” “Damas.” Now his hand longed to caress his king's shoulder; but, no. Though they could touch while interacting with Jak, that was the extent of it. Instead, he tilted a little closer. “You've got to be realistic. That city is mostly destroyed…” “Don't,” came the rebuke, and Sig closed his mouth softly. “He's still out there. I can sense it, Sig. As much as I can the sea, the wind - the eco. His eco.” Sig's jaw clenched. Damas always said it with such confidence, despite his last successful channeling attempt ending with a desperately calm lecture from Seem and a month's bed rest. Still, that didn't preclude his being completely cut off from the natural flow of eco energy. It was said in the old texts that the hero Mar could sense even the tiniest insect burrowing hundreds of feet below. If Damas had inherited even a fraction of that ability… not to mention his son. Their son.

Shifting a little, Jak moaned lightly in his sleep, but didn't wake. The daylight sparkled off his skin and hair, giving him the appearance of an ethereal angel. Which, in fairness, wasn't far off the mark. It was remarkable how well he could channel light eco alongside the dark that Haven had forced into his body. The healthy bronze glow of his cheeks was such a stark contrast to the pale, wet croco-dog Sig had found in Krew's bar all those months ago. Damas trailed his fingers down to caress those cheeks, a pensive look in his eyes. “My earlier question,” he said, “was not… just about the situation. Rather, I ask because… you knew her, Sig. Perhaps even better than I, near the end.”

[aparticularbandit]

“immortal witch riding hood” for WIP Wednesday, please!

WIP Wednesday Game

Can do and have done! Sorry for the wait!

“You’re welcome.”  Your papa reaches out, hesitates, and then ruffles your bright orange hair.  “Sleep well, little one.”  Then he turns away and leaves you standing right outside of the bedroom door.

[daughterofhecata]

the perfect part about it is: it's all that i've for the WiP Wednesday game, please!

[WIP Wednesday]

Das Display verriet ihm, dass es ein Anruf von Bob war – umso willkommener also.

Schnell ging er ran. „Hallo, Bob!“

„Hey, Peter“, erwiderte Bob, „Ich wollte bloß kurz Bescheid geben, dass wir wieder in L.A. gelandet sind. Wenigstens beim Rückflug hat alles reibungslos geklappt.“

[denizenhardwick]

P5 Hunger Games AU for the WIP Wednesday game, please!

i ended up writing four paragraphs, so yippee!

The boy, older than Akira but not by much, hesitated for a second. His shoulders hunched in like he was trying to make himself smaller, then abruptly straightened. He didn't look back as he made his way to the stage, and when he faced the crowd, it was with an innocent smile.

[actuallyitsstar]

Belated request for 5+1 christmas for the WIP Wednesday game, please!

✨ force me to write one of these five WIPs for WIP wednesday! ✨

it's only a hundred years late and also Not Wednesday, but a much belated reply awaits you <3 tysm for the ask my babe!

“Some of the guys are getting together with Gripper tonight,” Fireball is saying, “I hear he's got a stash. You in or what, man?” Mav thinks they probably ought to take him up on it, half expects him to, but Goose just blows him off. “Nah, I’m good,” he says easily. Fireball squints at him. “What, too good for Gripper and some whiskey?” And everyone knows Fireball has a temper, but Goose isn’t the sort to rile it, unless you come at him too hard or go after someone he likes too much to let you.

[lazinesswrites]

Cross doesn't kill the Lt. for WIP Wednesday, please!

Thanks for the ask! Here you go:

What Echo does find, is an unusually relaxed Tech, a very excited Omega, and an exasperated but fond Hunter trying to keep her somewhat contained. Echo is both surprised and not to find Crosshair wrapped in a blanket and crammed into the top rack, long legs dangling over the edge to kick at Wrecker in the rack below him until he wakes up with an annoyed grunt that quickly makes space for a big grin when he sees just who is kicking him awake.

Find the rules and titles for this week's WIP Wednesday ask game here.

[dreaminghour]

Can I get Mating Bite for the WIP Wednesday game?

Yessss, thank you!

(from the wip wednesday game)

so the context is that Anakin is the equivalent of an alpha and Qui-Gon is basically an omega (world building means they are actually aurek and orenth and extremely rare) and Qui-Gon has asked Anakin not to bite him... even though Anakin has bitten him many time.

Qui-Gon sighed and said, "It's alright, nothing happened," and that seemed to be the end of it. But there was always this push and pull, this desire for Anakin to pin him down with teeth and body and a submissive turn where Qui-Gon's eyes would flutter shut, his jaw going slack. Then, when Anakin left bruises, when he could hardly think straight, Qui-Gon didn't seem to mind.

[lizhly-writes]

@auburnlaughter @zyrafowe-sny @whimsicalmeerkat @twyrewolf thank you! what i happen to need to work on most is everything is fine, so -- here's me hammering away at it.

“I hope it’s to your liking, my king,” Shang Qinghua says, as if he doesn’t have a drawer in his office dedicated to Mobei-jun’s drink preferences. Shang Qinghua remembers. He has always had good memory for things like this.  A good eye for anyone and everyone’s likes and dislikes, spoken and unspoken.  Always eager to know how to please, and excellent at figuring out the answers even when nobody wants to tell him.

“Did you need anything from me today, my king?  This humble one is happy to oblige.”

Shang Qinghua is smiling.  It feels as though he is always smiling. The curve of his mouth is ironclad, indestructable.  

“My king?”

That smile suddenly is so close, now.  It’s an easy thing to reach out and touch it.

Shang Qinghua’s expression gentles, sweetens.  “My king?” he murmurs against Mobei-jun’s fingers, eyes going half-lidded, voice going low.  “Do you need anything from me?”

Does he?  Doesn’t he?  Isn’t it true that Mobei-jun always needs something from Shang Qinghua?  It’s easy to want.  To ask, when Shang Qinghua is so willing to satisfy an ask.

Mobei-jun studies the face in front of him -- runs a thumb over its plush lower lip, presses a palm against the curve of its cheek.  Shang Qinghua lets out a soft sigh and gently tilts his head.  The movement lets Mobei-jun’s hand trail down the side of his neck.

It’s easy to think about the intimacy of fingers, wrapped around a throat; the pulse, a current under the skin.  Shang Qinghua’s life is in his hands, right here and right now.

“You’re a traitor.”

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my November 6th post here; Switching Nights and Shared Mornings for @quietly-sleeping and @whimsicalmeerkat, thanks!

‟Practise.” she confirmed, slinging her jacket on and passing by him. ‟Good to see you, Takkun.” ‟Have fun, Nana.” Takumi said, catching hold of the door. Nana winked at him. ‟You too!” She laughed. ‟Have a good night, Hachi!” she called, and trotted out.

[mad-madam-m]

I have a belated request for something of your choice from the 3 Sentence Ficathon or an early request for the WIP of your choice for the WIP Wednesday game, please!

Here's the 3SF prompt:

any, any, snowstorms and cosy sweaters 

And here's my fill:

Teen Wolf, Boyd/Erica, Sweaters

Erica pulled the soft sweater over her head and buried her face in the thick turtleneck. "Brrrr. Sweaters are so nice when it's so cold outside."

"You're a werewolf," Boyd said. "You run hot."

"Shut up, it's the principle of the thing," Erica said with a sniff, and she threw herself on the couch to snuggle up beside him and watch the snow fall outside.

[adhdavinci]

WIP Wednesday: Oedipus

some more for the masses :3 answering for 9 prompts from 9/4 and 9/11!

thanks to: @whimsicalmeerkat x2, @lizhly, @eriquin, @stonemaskedtaliesin, @somefishycat

welcome to: @sourb0i x2 and @asha10100101010

thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes as well! answering them a month late lol

⚠️ incest mention, mild emetophobia warning

“Shall we adjourn to the private meeting room I saw on the way up?” she suggests with a slight eyebrow raise. Something sensitive, then. Or maybe she's just tired of the vomit smell. “Ah - of course.” Sig pats Jak's back lightly. “Keep an eye on him for me, Dax.” “Obviously,” the ottsel grumbles, one paw holding Jak's hair, the other keeping the bucket steady. Sig doesn't have to worry, even though Daxter can't see his grateful smile. The walk to the private meeting chamber isn't a long one, but something in the Governess’ gait makes it feel even shorter. “You in a hurry?” Sig asks as they approach the door. “Don't want to keep you from your beloved,” she replies, a tad too lightly. The last word isn't emphasized, exactly, but it rings sour. Sig waits until the heavy door is closed behind them. Arms crossed, he confronts, “Alright, out with it.” “What's that mean?” “Don't try to mess me around,” Sig points at her. “You didn't have us leave just for peace and quiet. So what is it?” She sighs through her nose. “Damas really chose a worthy successor. Speaking of, how is Jak handling everything? His own father…” Her stance matches Sig's, powerful and unmoving. “Quite a scandal, if that gets out.” Sig's jaw clenches involuntarily. “Everyone knows Jak is Mar,” he grits out, “he announced that himself. You commented on it - the Mar. Did you know he was kidnapped by your own father?” A bit heavy on the deflect, but she'd gone straight for the heart - Sig's swordplay is rusty, but still, he knows how to defend. He holds that piercing emerald gaze with his own. Ashelin blinks. “He'd already escaped by the time I did.” “And yet you had his beacon.” “Yes,” she says, simply, but with a distinct undercurrent. He's getting to her; good. “I couldn't exactly leave it in Veger's care. And I made sure the Underground found Mar first.”

[planeoftheeclectic]

How about some peregrine 5 for a belated wip Wednesday ask?

Got some much-needed editing done, thanks! Here's three sentences from pit and phoenix!

_____

“Good morning, Pit!”

“Morning, Lady Palutena!”

Palutena laughed as Pit slid into the room with a twirl. “Looks like somebody slept well last night!”

[mikkimadison]

Circus 2 - Airship Pirates for the WIP Wednesday game, please!

"You haven't answered me," Julian whispered against his mouth. Makoto pressed the ring he'd been hiding into Julian's chest. "What do you think my answer is, Dr. Gray?"