#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."

[whimsicalmeerkat]

WIP Wednesday

@dear-massacre tagged me for this. It’ll be a few hours before I can get to my WIP Wednesday Game asks, so I figured why not do this. This is the beginning of wash off all this blame, one of the fics on my list for the game.

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“Pack a bag.”

Stiles looks up and sees Derek coming through his window. He doesn’t even bother to look at Stiles as he says it. Just casually glances around his bedroom.

“At least a week of clothes. Make sure you bring some sort of jacket,” he goes on.

“Wha-what? Why? Where are we going? Why do you think I’m going to go anywhere with you?” Stiles sputters, waving his hands in time with his questions.

Derek looks at him and rolls his eyes.

“Just do it, Stiles.”

Stiles gapes. He knows his mouth is hanging open in an unattractive way, but, let’s face it, that would never matter with Derek. There’s no way Derek would ever consider if Stiles is attractive. It also isn’t the point right now.

“I cannot just pack a bag and leave with you in the middle of the night. This is not a Regency novel, I’m not running away to Gretna Green with you.”

Derek rolls his eyes even harder. “It’s 11 in the morning, Stiles.”

“That? That is what you took from that? Seriously?”

“If you want any other clothes, you should get them now. I’m not waiting around for you.”

“There is no way I can just disappear for days, dude. My dad will start a manhunt. Literally. With inter-agency coordination.”

“Bring your laptop” was Derek’s only reply.

Stiles stares until Derek huffs.

“Your dad already knows,” he says through his teeth, like giving information physically pains him.

Stiles does not believe that is a thing that is possible, so he grabs his phone. He pulls up his text chain with his father and types Derek Hale says he has your permission to kidnap me. He glares at Derek some more while he waits for a response.

Dad: Don’t forget your adderall.

“What?!”

Stiles stares at his phone. He is baffled. He currently exists in a state of complete bafflement.

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No pressure tags: @ragingrainbow, @okdeannawrites, @mrpinniped, @girlwithakiwi, @bad-at-names-and-faces, @anartificialsatellite, and anyone else who wants to do it.

[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.”

[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.

[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.”

[mirrorthoughts]

find the word tag game

I got tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat 💕💕💕

My words were: random, awe, believe, food

And since I'm tired we're doing this short and sweet 😂

low-pressure tags for: @aurevell, @midmorning-bomb, @lavender-lotion, @meggie-stardust, @vmures, and whoever else wants to do this xD

Your words are: wonder, simple, sweet and morning! 💕

random: found in "Blue Moon" a wip that actually only needs some translation and polishing for me to get it out 😂

Because yes, he really didn’t want to hurt his nephew. Not because of some random guy Peter had only known due to his nephews stories and one single night of talking.

awe: sadly, no one is in any way, shape or form awed in my stories, apparently 😂I only had its "close" relatives 'flawed', 'clawed' and 'gnawed'.

believe: from The little things:

"Alright. If you say so, I'll believe you. Since I have no idea how that would feel like, to be honest." Derek just shrugged and Stiles worried at his lip. "And how is it with leaving an Alpha?" he asked again, getting another vague shrug from Derek. "You can. But you become an Omega if you don't have an Alpha. Not immediately but eventually."

food: from the same chapter of The little things 😂

"How about food? Food helps usually, right? Are you hungry? … How are you, actually? I mean you look well-ish. Which. How the fuck did you do that? I thought you were dead to be honest and was prepared to see your body once we left the school. Though I'm pretty relieved that you aren't dead and if that's due to your healing factor then your healing factor must be really sick and use up a lot of calories, right? So… food?"

[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.

[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.”

[whimsicalmeerkat]

I'd like more "wash off all this blame" please

Here you go! Thanks for asking!

~

“How’d you get my dad to agree to this? I can’t imagine he was happy at the thought of letting his teenage son head off to the beach with an older man.”

Derek sighs. “Did you have to make it sound sordid?”

[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.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my September 18th post here, some Regrets for @anyctibius, @whimsicalmeerkat, and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thanks!

A laugh, loud and bright, and Léon let his mask fall to the ground to catch Devereaux around the waist and- Tybalt startled as Léon lifted him, whirling in a quick circle, and Devereaux gave a soft cry of surprise, then echoed Léon’s laugh, expression softening, clinging to Léon’s shoulders. He stayed close even as Léon slowed and let him sink back to the ground, hands smoothing down Léon’s chest. Tilting his head, he tugged the ribbon from Devereaux’s long hair, bringing it spilling forwards over his shoulder, and Devereaux shook his head. He didn’t pull away, however, and his expression was indulgent as Léon toyed with it, the other hand lingering at the small of his back. Devereaux all but leaned against Léon, and a small clatter of porcelain on porcelain drew Tybalt’s eyes away from them. Juliette’s expression was smooth, but there was a splash of tea across her saucer and the table beyond, and her fingers clasped her cup’s handle too tightly. Tybalt sighed. Once he might have reached out to his sister to offer comfort in her distress - but once, this would have been something neither of them had even seen.

[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.”

[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.