#mlc wip

[kingsandbastardz]

There was some sort of Sunday WIP thing that @randomingoftherandomness tagged me in but for the life of me, I can't find the post anymore. I'm just going to throw a piece of story on here as an incentive to continue writing lmao:

Mysterious Lotus Casebook: FangDi pairing in inception but not sure when I'll finish this because my brain's been mired in existential sadness and ghost stories and I haven't found anything fun enough to pull me out of that creative mode. As you can see, the tone of this thing is my 4am insomnia-drunk attempt at the romance genre. But... all I'm ending up with is goofy comedy.

Feel free to comment, but this is a first draft regurgitation, so keep that in mind.

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Pear Blossoms In Spring

“Ah, this is the Iron Head Slave. Remember?” says Li Lianhua the Lying Liar gesturing to the tall, leggy beauty blocking their path. “His name is a-Fei.”

The iron head slave is still lying dead not too far behind them, his feet sticking out from under a bush -- but Fang Duobing isn’t about to argue. He is too busy feeling as if all the air is being sucked out of his lungs, causing his vision to narrow and the world to spark in bright white light. Is this what love at first sight feels like?

A-Fei sighs and stares off into the trees as Li Lianhua continues to babble. Fang Duobing doesn’t hear a word being said.

“—which is perfect, You’re taking Ge Pan to Baichuan Court, so I’ll be taking him to Pudu temple to find another old friend of his,” Li Lianhua says.

“You speak so much nonsense,” a-Fei mutters, his voice is grating and viperish - and dripping with a fascinating blend of resignation and arrogance. He turns on his heel and stalks away.

“So rude,” Fang Duobing says admiringly, entranced by the perky sway of a-Fei’s skirt as he strides down the path in front of them. Both Ge Pan and Li Lianhua look askance at him.

*

Fang Duobing loved wild, powerful animals. The more willful and temperamental the better. He'd grown up with needles stabbed deep into his meridians, the taste of copper blood and vomit on his tongue, and the acrid poison of immolated oil belched from the monstrous machines rolled out from his mother's workshop. Was it any wonder that the first thing his young fingers reached for would be the glimmering scales of a black python? Or the bloodied, silver fur of a chained, snarling wolf?

#mlc wip #writing practice #writing practice for fake royals #difang #fangdi #where fdb can't decide which animal to compare dfs to but whatever it is he likes it #i write both comedies and tragedies and in true cdrama fashion there's no telling which way this story will end up #my royal ramblings

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (MLC longfic again!)

Now that my amnesia fic is posted, it's time for more of my MLC longfic! At long last, LLH is awake again . . . and not doing that well.

(You can find earlier excerpts here.)

CW/TW: Panic attack, bicha flare, suicidal ideation

Something was different. The pain was there as always, waiting to devour him whole once he acknowledged it, but there was something else, something blanketing it, muting it somehow.

Li Lianhua stretched out his senses like a limb and tried to make sense of it.

Ah. Warmth. That was the strange sensation. Warmth–heat, even–all around him–his back, his chest, his legs, even his fingers, which had been more like blocks of ice than flesh and blood these last few months.

He leaned back, pushing into the banked heat behind him. The solid core of warmth tucked against his front from navel to neck twitched, then pressed against him more securely, as though it could make a home for itself inside his sternum, ribs, and spine and heat him from within.

He felt warm everywhere.

Well, almost everywhere.

He rolled forward slightly, wiggled further down on the bed, and tugged the core of warmth up higher. He curled his arms and shoulders around it and nestled the bit in his hand between his face and the pillow until it cradled his cheek. 

Much better.

He smiled into his new, warmer pillow and let himself start to relax back into sleep.

“Xiangyi?”

The warmth against his face gradually took shape as his skin and mind began to wake. That was a finger–no, several fingers. A hand. A large hand. And those calluses–how could he not know them when they had clashed steel with him, choked him, clinked brimming cups of wedding wine with him, even been inside him, taking him apart with a gentleness he hadn’t known they could profess.

He let his awareness spread throughout his body, setting aside the pain, and yes, that was a-Fei’s chest he had pressed himself against, like Huli Jing requesting head scritches, and those were a-Fei’s legs, tangled with his, and that was a-Fei’s breath rustling his hair–less now than it had been a moment ago–and that was indeed a-Fei’s arm he was clutching like a child would a favorite toy. 

But a-Fei had been holding him first.

Why was a-Fei holding him? It was one thing to wake up in each others’ arms in the newly wed room, after their  . . . exertions. Before a-Fei knew that any real dream of a future was doomed to fail.

But to hold him now? After he’d given away the wangchuan flower and left a-Fei behind, left their promise behind? To hold him like he still mattered. Like he wasn’t a curse who killed everyone he’d ever cared about. Like he was some sort of treasure . . .

Treasure . . . 

Cabinets stained in blood, Xiaobao’s blood–

“Xiaobao,” he gasped, flinging himself free and to his feet. Where was Xiaobao? He had to find him, had to heal him, before it was too late–

“Xiangyi! Sit down!” A-Fei caught him as his legs buckled and lowered him back onto the bed. 

Why wasn’t Xiaobao here? Had he killed him, too, just like he killed everyone he cared about? 

“Duobing,” a-Fei roared. “Get in here. Now!” Callused fingers cupped both sides of his face, turning it gently but firmly toward him. “Xiangyi, look at me. He’s alright. He’s on his way.” 

“How could he be alright?” Li Lianhua gasped, clutching at his shoulders, the already blurry world turning more hazy. “I saw the blood!”

“I healed him. He’s safe,” a-Fei said, cradling his head as though he could hold the shattering pieces of his mind together. “Now breathe.” 

Li Lianhua choked on an inhale, his lungs spasming, only managing to draw in a desperate wheeze.

A-Fei cursed and dropped to his knees by the bed, pressing one hand to Li Lianhua’s back and the other to his chest, filling both with a familiar warmth that began to break apart the iron bands strangling his throat and lungs. “Try again. Feel my hands. Press against them when you inhale.”

The next breath shook and spluttered like a dying candle but some air squeaked through nonetheless.

“Good.” A-Fei gave his back a short supportive pat. “Again.”

Lotus Tower shook as footsteps pounded toward the bed. “What’s wrong?” panted a beautifully familiar, impossible voice. “Xiaohua’er?”

“Bicha,” a-Fei growled, rising from the floor to kneel on the bed at his side, his hands still bracketing him on either side. “He thinks you’re dead. Show him the scab.”

“Shit,” the Xiaobao-shaped hallucination cursed. It seemed especially cruel of hallucinations to now match the blurriness of their surroundings. It made them seem far too real.

The hallucination knelt at his feet and took his hands. “It’s me, Xiaohua’er,” it said, tears in its eyes and voice. “I’m alright. A-Fei healed me. See?” It brought his hand up to a spot on the back of his skull and pressed his fingers to a crusted, raised line on its scalp. “I’m right here and I’m alright. Do you believe me?”

He could feel it. Why could he feel it? His fingers had always passed through hallucinations before. And even when he’d dreamt of Xiaobao, or of a-Fei, of holding them again, it hadn’t felt as real as this. His fingers traced the ridges of the scab–a perfectly neat seam–then the silk curtain of hair that covered it. 

This was Xiaobao’s hair. The texture, the thickness, what he could see of the color–no hallucination could do justice to this. 

This was his Xiaobao.

He was alive.

“Xiaobao,” he cried, turning his head this way and that to make sure it was the only injury. “You’re alright!”

Xiaobao’s bright smile shone through despite the haze his eyes imposed on everything. “Told you. No harm done. So focus on taking care of yourself, ok, lao huli?”

Li Lianhua huffed out a wet attempt at a scoff and bopped the side of his head. “No harm? What do you call this?”

Xiaobao captured his hands with his and brought them down from his head to rest between them. “Less serious than a Bicha attack. How are you feeling?”

Li Lianhua blinked. A Bicha attack? He turned his attention inward to his qi, and–

Ah. There was a-Fei’s Beifeng Baiyang, somehow wrapped around his Yangzhouman and pushing the last of the poison back into the recesses where it would lie in wait, coiled and ready for the next attack. The black tinge was almost gone from his veins.

He had been so worried about Xiaobao that he hadn’t even realized.

A-Fei had probably saved his life. Again. 

He shouldn’t have bothered.

#mysterious lotus casebook #lhl #WIP Wednesday #lianhua lou #my fic #Di Feisheng #Li Lianhua #Fang Duobing #Difanghua #Things will get much better for LLH #starting in the next chapter #If tumblr blocks this excerpt from the MLC tag bc of my tws like it's done on previous weeks I will be so mad #I literally just finished writing this 5 minutes ago #this is the shortest turnaround time ever btwn when I've written something and posted it #cue internal screaming #also I am trying a new narcolepsy med which means thinking feels weird and consequently writing is a massive struggle #so I really hope this lives up to expectation

[mx-myth]

Thinking about an AU where post-canon liansanjiao time-travel back into the past just soon enough that the donghai battle is avoided. Everyone and their mother is confused when Li-mengzhu of the Sigu Sect and Di-mengzhu of the Jinyuan Alliance - who had previously been having a bloody feud over Shan Gudao's death - meet up and announce two days later that there's now a peace treaty is place. Jiao Liqiao is furious that dfs went over her head and that she wasn't invited. Everyone in Sigu Sect is confused - and even more so when lxy/llh declares that qiao wanmian (who everyone knows had all but officially broken up with him) is now his co-sect leader and also that they're not engaged anymore.

Meanwhile, in Tianji Manor, fdb has just started to walk. Master He and the rest of the He-Fang family are bewildered as to why his passion for martial arts has cooled, even if he's still practicing. In reality fdb is honing his personal sword style and waiting - and sure enough, a few days later, lxy/llh shows up and announces that this is the kind of disciple he's been looking for.

Two birds with one stone: the alliance between their sects means that dfs and lxy/llh help each other out (disposing of sgd and figuring out what to do about jlq) AND fdb gets to learn all of the techniques llh couldn't physically teach him because he was sick. Added bonus if seeing fdb at around ten years of age dfs and llh have to finally confront the fact that they may just - just MAYBE - might be cradle robbers. Fdb finds this hilarious. Of course no one makes a move until he's of age (though of course the entirety of Sigu Sect and the He-Fang family assume they know about the planet-sized crush he has on his shifu; slightly less people think they know about his equally huge crush on dfs) but it finally happens on dfs' birthday, some months after fdb's coming of age. Huli Jing is present, because of course llh found her again (they're all equally split on whether or not she somehow also remembers). Everyone relevant is there and giving presents to dfs; when it's fdb's turn he steps up, empty-handed, and grins, and drags him into the filthiest kiss ever known in the jianghu. There are some dramatic scandalised gasps (from li lianhua). There is some clapping (from li lianhua). There is even a wolf whistle (from li lianhua). (Everyone else is frozen.) Difang continue sucking face.

(Later, when they're alone, fdb tells them that they have to get married soon, because he wrote to the imperial palace to tell the princess why he couldn't marry her, so if they don't get married he'll be executed for lying to the emperor, maybe, so really they should just get married)

#Take this wild idea my brain just came up with #Happy wip wednesday I guess? #I don't think I'll ever write this lmao #mysterious lotus casebook #lian hua lou #mlc #li lianhua #di feisheng #fang duobing #li xiangyi #liansanjiao #difanghua #difang #feihua #fanghua #reblog

[noswordinourlake]

Just finished my rewatch of MLC so I'm doing so great. You know, emotionally

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc #lian hua lou #lhl #li lianhua #mlc fanart #cdrama #reposting due to Tumblr tag shenanigans #if you saw my other wip for this show no you didn't #my art

[orchisailsa]

A palate cleanser is sometimes just the thing to bring me back to all of my active WIP's with renewed enthusiasm. So we're taking a break from the usual suspects today for a little intermezzo with FeiHua from Mysterious Lotus Casebook

#mysterious lotus casebook #feihua #li ianhua #di feisheng #wip wednesday #mlc #my fic

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

Wip wednesday

Probably two of my favorite panel from this work,

#mysterious lotus casebook #it is for mlc fic tho #wip wednesday

[pastelcheckereddreams]

I didn't get a chance for much art today (I am exhausted 😴) but I started layering the sky in and I think it's starting to look complete. I regret going in with an ice grey tone before the light blue, though. Ah well, it's still pretty. We'll see what we can do with it tomorrow.

#nikkidraws #wip #work in progress #lotus tower #lian hua lou #mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fanart

[peridot-tears]

WIP Wednesday: Di Feisheng is an MMA fighter and Li Lianhua is his chiropractor. They're in the Wild West.

“I’m Li Wenhao,” the man offers. He’s dressed in the style of this neo-city: His hair has been stitched into a long braid, and he’s donned leather boots and gloves. There are even spurs on his boots. But he hasn’t abandoned the curly bangs, long silver earrings, or the comfortable black T-shirt and jeans. All-in-all, he looks like a K-pop idol and cowboy were smashed together like Play-Doh.

“Di Feisheng,” says Di Feisheng.

The K-pop cowboy with the Qing Dynasty queue smiles awkwardly. “That’s a name. Were your parents literati?”

“I have no clue, but they didn’t give me the name,” Di Feisheng responds, taking a sip of his drink. Johnny Walker. Isn’t that from Scotland? That’s not very “Wild West” of this place.

“Well, it’s a nice name,” the man continues, only mildly nonplussed.

Di Feisheng quirks an eyebrow. That’s always a good sign. Mildly nonplussed is good. Perhaps this could lead somewhere after all.

“What brings you to Lao Xi?” he asks, gesturing for him to drink.

The man opens his mouth, starting on a, “I came to…” when the swinging doors to the saloon fly open, revealing the silhouette of someone wearing the most ridiculous Sheriff Woody cosplay in the world. He’s so tall, Di Feisheng could swear it’s Liu Yuning in the flesh.

The sillier the outfit, the stronger the fighter!

He leaps up to be the first to fight this new challenger with a muttered “excuse me” to his now-abandoned date, as Woody Liu roars out the custom invitation to brawl: “This town ain’t big enough for the two of us!”

Di Feisheng plants himself before him, shoving all potential MMA pilgrims to this place out of the way. Mine, mine, mine, his inner voice chants with single minded focus.

“I’m Di Feisheng from Jinyuan Alliance,” he declares.

#btw i was just working on the next chapter of strings played against his throat today it's coming dw dw #fanfic #wip wednesday #mlc #lhl #feihua #dihua #lian hua lou #mysterious lotus casebook #fic #di feisheng #dfs #tears falling like peridots #笛飞声 #莲花楼 #飞花 #笛花

[popotobun]

WIP Wednesday!

Lately I've been working most on my SVSSS fic that's basically a "What if Shen Yuan was a little older and a little more competant". That's it, that's the fic. I have zero idea where it's going to end up, but I've got two chapters worth scribbled down, so that's something! I've also got an outline for a Tangled-inspired Liushen AU that I don't want to start because once I do, I think I'll keep going until it's done and I want to get more done on the longer fic first xD

I've still got plans for the post-MLC fic I'm working on! I really should finish that, since it doesn't have anywhere to go and should just be the one chapter... Who knows. I let words get away from all the time.

I've still got a couple of FF14 WIPs too, though the MSQ follow-along will always be slow going... I do want to finish the Dark Knight fic, but my WoL was in a Not Good headspace when he started that, so it's on a back burner too.

Feel free to Ask me to work on any of these and I'll post a new paragraph~ but either way, enjoy the snippet!

The entire night passed while he read, the morning only making itself known to Shen Yuan when a knock sounded at the entrance to his room and Ming Fan’s voice announced, “Shizun, I left breakfast at the table for you. Please let this disciple know if there is anything further needed.”

“Nothing but privacy, Ming Fan. I am only to be disturbed by meals for the next three days.” While he recovers is not spoken aloud, but carried in the silence that he lets linger a moment longer than it needs to. “Unless another Peak Lord requires my presence.”

Ming Fan bowed and started to leave after confirming the instructions, but was stopped by Shen Qingqiu’s voice adding, “Perhaps I will meditate in the gardens today. If I am not here, let it be known that I am unavailable for company.”

That should cover most possibilities. He was sure Mu Qingfang wouldn’t be back by so soon, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. With the worry from Yue Qingyuan that Mu-shidi had mentioned or potential curiosity as to his recent visitors, anyone could come by! And he didn’t want them seeing him practicing basic sword forms like someone who’d never held a sword before.

Since that was exactly what he planned to be doing.

After breakfast of course.

#wip wedenesday #svsss #mysterious lotus casebook #ffxiv #here i am falling into one of the two types of svsss writers #“just the book but slightly different” #the au should be really fun though!! #I've got 2.5 pages of outline that's going over who the villain is and why #and how the politics work considering I'm making the kingdom Cang Qiong #it'll be shen twins and liushen because i love both of these #the MLC fic is 100% “fighting is foreplay” but i'm not writing anything detailed #mostly just to not take over the whole fic since it's more focused on LLH recovering and finding joy in swordplay (of the not naked kind) #and that's more important than the swordplay of the naked variety ;D #ANYWAY #enjoy the teaser #and feel free to ask for me to work on any of these <3 #even the tangled au #though i know i'm not gonna sleep if I start that one XD

[difeisheng]

chanting at my reflection in the mirror trying to convince myself that short fic has its place in fandom and the fact that nothing i've posted in the last few years has been longer than perhaps 2k at most is not failure as a writer

#i really think i do better with shorter things i can pack a punch into #but also i've been so tired and haven't been able to finish any longer wips #i miss 2021 when i wrote over 100k of mdzs fic #all my mlc writing since last august both posted and not only adds up to about 17.5k #writer problems #ashton originals #writing

[rageprufrock]

Mysterious Lotus Casebook Fanfic: "Three Autumns" | Ch 1/4

If Li Lianhua had known this mess would be waiting for him, he wouldn't have bothered to crawl out of his own grave.

(I made @of-sevenseas send me a google doc about Ming dynasty funerary ritual for this.👍)

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc #fanfic #wip

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday, which means it's time for another excerpt from my Mysterious Lotus Casebook longfic!

This week, enjoy Fang Duobing trying to get Di Feisheng to take care of himself by explaining how it will help Li Lianhua take care of himself. (AKA. FDB's Caretaking 101 for DFS). (You can find earlier excerpts here.)

**

Fang Duobing sniffled, picked up the cloth once more, and got to work. At least the cabinet was almost blood-free. Only one stain left. 

“What did you mean about Xiangyi and help?” a-Fei asked on Fang Duobing’s third pass over the stain.

Fang Duobing’s hands stopped mid-scrub. Did a-Fei even have any caretaking experience? Either giving or receiving? Or had he just always used qi to heal everything, so recuperation was never an issue? Starting from the most basic level and working up to the question was probably the best move.

He started scrubbing the stain again, willing his hands and voice to be steady. “Li Lianhua will need rest, right? And sleep, and food, and medicine.”

“Obviously. He’s healing.”

Well, at least a-Fei knew that much.

“It took me a decade to recover from my duel with Xiangyi, Duobing,” a-Fei said, his tone as dry as the basin was wet. “I’m familiar with the process.”

A decade? So he really had been in seclusion all that time. Wait–Li Lianhua had injured him that badly and he wanted another duel? How did that make any sense? He mentally shook himself and tried to find the thread of the conversation again before he could spiral off in a different direction. “Alright. I’m assuming the Medicine Demon or someone was overseeing your healing. Did you actually follow his orders?”

“Of course,” a-Fei said, as though he were the sort of person to take orders from anyone.

He was kidding, wasn’t he? Fang Duobing craned his head over his shoulder to take a look. No annoyingly attractive smirk or eyebrow raised in challenge in sight. Huh. He’d try to make sense of that later. “Well . . . good for you,” he said, facing forward again. “Li Lianhua won’t. He wouldn’t even before the situation with his shiniang. It’s not only giving away qi he couldn’t spare to heal people. He tries to squirm his way out of receiving help all the time, and always pushes himself too far, long past any reasonable limit.” Sound like anyone else you know, a-Fei? “I don’t think he knows how to do things any other way. So instead of accidentally encouraging him to hurt himself, what if we do the opposite? Practice accepting help, even if we don’t need it to survive, so he feels less guilty about needing it?”

Silence. He forced himself to keep scrubbing and wait. If a-Fei needed time, then that’s what he’d give him.

“What are you suggesting?” a-Fei asked at last.

Fang Duobing blinked at the cloth in his hand. “Um,” he said, frantically casting around for something to follow it, as all his ideas fled. “It doesn’t need to be anything big. Simple things count. For instance, you could ask me to hand you something if it’s nearer to me. Or tell me to go away when you need alone time. And I could ask you to make me medicine if I wasn’t feeling well. Or meditate when we’re low on qi, sleep when we’re worn out. That sort of thing.” He winced internally. No wonder his Niang liked to say he was as transparent as water. 

Well, since he’d come this far, he might as well commit. “All I’m saying is that it might help Li Lianhua as well as yourself if you don’t try to push yourself to your absolute limit. Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to. Or that you should. And you don’t need to, because I’m here. And you shouldn’t if you don’t want Li Lianhua to think he needs to do the same thing. He deserves to rest. And if we can show him what that looks like, then isn’t that the responsible thing to do?”

A-Fei made a faint hum that could have meant anything from ‘excellent point, Xiaobao’ to ‘I think you’re an idiot.’

Who was he kidding? It was probably the latter.

Fang Duobing squeezed the handkerchief over the bowl. The water turned purple as the paint and blood mixed together. He waited.

No new sounds from a-Fei. Just the whisper of his fingers through Huli Jing’s fur.

Fang Duobing swallowed back a sigh. At least he’d tried. “I’m going to go dump this,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be back soon.” He started for the door.

“Wait.”

Fang Duobing stilled. “What?”

A-Fei stared at him for a long moment, something complicated lurking under his almost neutral expression. “Clean the blood off your face first,” he said at last.

“Oh. Good point.” He dug out his own handkerchief from his robe–the other one had splinters in it now–dunked it, and wiped it across his cheek. “Better?”

“Almost,” a-Fei said, pointing to a spot near his temple and another across his forehead.

Fang Duobing wiped wherever a-Fei pointed until he finally nodded his approval. “Thanks.” He was about to leave, but then the candlelight hit a-Fei’s cheekbone in exactly the right way to make the teartrack from earlier glisten. Of course a-Fei hadn’t taken the time to clean up, either. “Did you want to–”

A-Fei shook his head. 

So much for acknowledging limits or asking for help. “Right. Never mind.” He left without waiting for a response.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #my fic #WIP Wednesday #lianhualou #lhl #Di Feisheng #fang duobing #Li Lianhua #Difanghua #lotus trio #They're making some communication progress!! #It's slow going #and yes FDB did absolutely scrub his blood off LLH's cabinet before wiping it off his own face #he's a little distracted #and maybe needs to take his own advice #Thanks momosandlemonsoda for the excerpt suggestion!

[mx-myth]

WIP Wednesday with the amnesia!dfs au again! Going to be honest, I don't have any other WIPs, so I hope even though they all come from the same piece that everyone enjoys these. (It's fifteen thousand words now...)

“Hey,” He rasps. Fang Duobing looks down at where he’s touching his wrist. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine!” He shouts. He flinches back. The immediate and guilty flash of pain on Fang Duobing’s face makes him grip his wrist tighter. “The first thing I see is you, collapsing onto my feet, nearly naked and paler than a corpse! Do you know what I thought?! I thought you were dead, A-Fei! Dead!” He bends over him, eyes squeezed shut, and he realises that he’s worried. For him. “When we found you,” He whispers, “You were about to be married to a ghost bride. I paid ten thousand taels for you.” His face forms a snarl. “I will drink Meng Po’s soup before I ever goddamn lose you.” He reaches up to touch Fang Duobing’s cheek in wonder. He really is staking a claim on him, he thinks. Some part of him basks in this crude, animalistic idea. Unthinkingly he tilts his chin up, baring his neck as he looks at him challengingly. “What did I mean to you?” He asks roughly. “What did you mean to me?” This close he can see Fang Duobing’s throat bob as he swallows. He can see how his lashes tremble as he holds himself back, as all of his emotions roil behind his eyes. “I couldn’t tell you,” He says. He chokes, pressing his forehead against his temple. “I really can’t tell you, A-Fei. I don’t know how to.”

#where's that post about how difang is guard dog 4 guard dog because they're so right #can you see that fdb's abandonment issues are brighter than a dying star #there's meta to be said about how llh tries to forget but fails to. so he chooses death #and what fdb learns from this is that forgetting and dying are the same #he will forget his entire existence before he loses someone precious to him #(different story for a-fei who has the temporary kind of forgetting. the kind that was not consensual) #(the kind you can come back from like a miracle physician raised you from the dead) #mysterious lotus casebook #mlc #lian hua lou #di feisheng #fang duobing #difang #wip #wip wednesday #my wips #current wip

[noswordinourlake]

WIP! sometimes I get to the 'cleaning blocked colors' stage and it's like "hm this is Not a Person Yet" but Di Feisheng is very Shaped! he has been recognisable pretty much all along

#wip #mlc #di feisheng #sliding down the slope into this fandom hello

[artypjmlbss]

Help me please! I am in dire need of your help!! Mutuals, your help would be appreciated 😭❤️

#mutuals pls help!! #kpop #bts #mlc #ml #txt #artemis fowl #fanfiction #fanfics #ao3 #wattpad #polls #wip #my writing #fan fiction #soogyu #yeonbin #enhypen #choi soobin #soobin #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #erika’s polls

[rose-tinted-vision]

WIP Wednesday

(I have too many wips)

My journey to you

"Breaking the rule by myself is one thing, at least I don't drag other people with me to break the rules," Hua Gongzi snarked, shooting her a glare.

"Who's the one going along with it?" Gong Zishang said flippantly, trying not to let her uncertainty bleed through, "you could always say no, you know,"

"Who else would accompany you on these ridiculous jaunts?” Hua gongzi said, with a put-upon sigh, “surely, only one as gracious and patient as I would do so.”

Qi hun

It was a surprise when Fang Xu came over late that night in a drunken stupor, when it was just Shen Yilang and Receptionist Yue closing up. But Bai Chuan laoshi isn't here, he bit back, watching as the other stumbled to Bai laoshi's office. As always, with everything 9-Dan Fang Xu related, the other staff did not bat an eye.

"Fang Xu qianbei is still in there," Shen Yilang protested when Receptionist Yue ushered him out, "We can't just lock him in," 

"He has a key, it's fine," Receptionist Yue said dismissively, "it's best not to question it," she added, patting him awkwardly on the arm.

Mysterious lotus casebook

Humans had a habit of glorifying the dead, he learns. Society has spun tales about Li Xiangyi, projecting him as a peerless hero, who went wherever the chaos was, saving others at risk of his own life. They paint him as an untouchable, larger than life figure.

They forget that Li Xiangyi was only 20 when he died.

Li Lianhua eventually curbs the urge to meddle in people's arguments, to look the other way when a fight occurs, and stills his tongue when someone slanders the Baichuan court.

#there's a few more in progress #its my coping mechanism pls don't judge #but anyway...sometimes I dont even remember which fic i was working on haha #wip wednesday #i havent fact checked for the mlc fic yet