For the wip game! Stalker Xl?? And Little bby emingg?? šš
Stalker XL and baby E-Ming indeed :D
The baby E-Ming fic was meant to take place during Hong Hong-er“s childhood to which E-Ming (in the form of a silver-clad Hong Hong-er) would time travel via irrelavent means
This was then supposed to discuss both their understanding of being "evil" with E-Ming desperatly trying to understand why he“s inherently evil/bad in adult Hua Cheng“s eye(s) and Hong Hong-er struggling to see that the world is wrong about him and not vice versa
As for the stalker fic, I already wrote about it a little in a previous answer and am not sure how much more I can reveal without going into spoiler territory but I can share a little snippet ;)
"At the time, "Wu Ming" as he liked to refer to himself back then was all Xie Lian talked about!"
(...)
"Both had assumed that after years of sparse to no contact at all that surely, Xie Lian had gotten over his silly infatuation..."
Though these lines could still change since this is still a work in progress
I hope you liked my silly little ideas :D
Thank you for particapating as well!
What being Wu Ming-less does to a mf
In honour of the second chapter of my wulian fic "Feast on this Imitation of HappinessĀ " coming out today :D
(Here“s the link if you“re interested:
Feast on this Imitation of Happiness - Chapter 1 - IdeasLoading - 天å®čµē¦ | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own])
Fun Fact: I was actually gonna make this fic a comic and this was gonna be a part of the first chapter
Wu Ming managed to procure some bandages. - They“re old, older than they probably should be, and only able to be considered clean after the ghost had spent multiple shichen scrubbing it clean over a river until his hands shed skin and turned blue from the icy water.
But! - It“s better to have any medical supplies than none at all; especially considering that His Highness has adapted a less self-preserving style of fighting after...everything that has happened.
The ghost expected some resistance when presenting the bandages to His Highness, after all his beloved has not allowed himself anything nice for a while now, but the reason for his visible displeasure comes...as a surprise to the undead soldier.
The banished god looks at his subordinate that is currently holding out the bandages with a look screaming of anger and...fear. - Shoulders tense and teeth fletching in what would be a growl on an animal.
Without warning, the brunet surges forward and wraps his hand arounds the ghost“s neck.
Wu Ming has been chocked by his god before - alas: not with this much fevour, not with this much strenght.
He considers pretending to wheeze for a breath he doesn“t need to match his beloved“s action but refrains, unsure.
His Highness glares at him all the while, breathing hard.
His breath only calms itself after a few minutes of unsuccessfully robing the air from the soldier“s non-functioning lungs.
The hand around his neck goes lax and slowly retreats.
Where they just were an angry red mark now sits upon his deathly pale skin.
The brunet lets out a humourless laugh. "Right, you can“t perish by seizing to breath, no matter how hard you yourself or someone else tries...So you can“t hang yourself using those bandages either."
His Highness is shaking.
The once-prince sharply turns and walks away, mumbling: "Alright then, we can take the bandages with us."
CW: one suggestive joke, mentions of a weapon
Using his last magnifying glass for this round, he takes a real close look at his next shot. ā¦Red may be his favourite colour, but in this instance itĀ“s just about the most dreadful thing he could be confronted with.
Even so, the decision is easy to make: No matter what, the man knew he would ensure his beloved to make it out alive of this one. He had just hoped to get a blue instead, if only to never even hold something that could potentially hurt his gege. He readjusts the gun and stares down the dark barrel, ready to shoot his brains out.
A worried, desperate voice: āSan Lang, wait! DonĀ“t do that!ā He gazes at the other but keeps the gun where it is.
Trying to convince him otherwise, the brunet continuous: āYouĀ“ve come so far; donĀ“t let this hinder you! Just shoot me and this can finally endā¦!ā
He looks at their displays: Both only have one single arrow left. Then again, even if gege had had all of his still, Hua Cheng“s decision would remain the same.
āGege, please let me be selfish.ā āBUT I WANT TO BE SELFISH TOO AND NOT LOSE SAN LANG!ā The declaration leaves both of them breathless for different reasons. Heaving, Xie Lian murmurs: āDonĀ“t take him from meā¦pleaseā¦!ā
He smiles despite himself. ItĀ“s a saddened but sincere smile. āIĀ“m sorry, gege.ā
He shoots.
āSAN LANG!!!ā
A case full of cold, hard cash is lowered in front of a silent Xie Lian, who does not even pay attention to the cursed thing. ā They are his empty winnings, his unwanted reward.
A few seconds of terrible quietness reign supreme when-
āFuck, you screamed loud! Is your throat okay?ā Feng Qing asks over Discord, his profile picture flashing with the sound of his voice.
He receives no answer from the brunet.
āHey, man, you there?ā He asks less aggravated this time. Xie LianĀ“s profile picture of his boyfriend holding his pet snake Ruoye remains dark with a lack of response.
Then suddenly, Hua Cheng“s mic picks something up: His bedroom door opening and someone coming in. It must be Xie Lian, since these two live together.
āGege? YouĀ“re eyes are redā¦Oh no, was this game to much?ā DiscordĀ“s background noise cancelling function erases the responding hum from perception but knowing their friend, both Mu Qing and Feng Xin can guess as much.
āWant a hug, gege?ā
Rustling follows.
āOh? I never mentioned my lap, but I certainly donĀ“t mind ;)ā The black-haired man teases and his two biggest haters (besides maybe the manĀ“s precious roommate who always vaguely smelled of fish) want to gag.
Now closer to the mic, they can hear the brunet talk: āI donĀ“t like this gameā¦It makes you shoot your friends and loved ones.ā āHah?! What do you sound so remorseful over?! You had no problem shooting us earlier!ā Mu Qing complains. āYou shot San Lang first.ā He states very seriously, as if this wasnĀ“t the entire idea behind the game in the first place, and thatĀ“s when Mu Qing gives up. ā Fools! Fools in love! They should fuck each other instead of fucking with him when he has better things to do (He does not. He has no friends outside of those present.)!
Mu Qing goes offline; with a shout of āWait up, prick!ā Feng Xin does too.
This decision spares them the embarrassment of having to listen to a couple being all lovey-dovey over Discord for the next thirty minutes because they forgot to mute themselves.
Everyone needs a rest sometimes
Thank you for tagging me, @biblical-love (@echochqmber)! :D
Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!
My word is: "LINES"
L - "Living together with his ghost soldier has put Xie Lian“s heart at a formerly long-lost and forgotten ease."
(From chapter 2 of: Feast on this Imitation of Happiness)
I - "It was by total accident that Mu Qing and Feng Xin discovered it: They were just trying to help their friend clean up his small bedroom inside his sparsely decorated apartment - albeit while heavily complaining about the task - when eventually Xie Lian had to excuse himself for a moment to go feed his pet snake ā Ruoye - over in another room where that thingĀ“s tank is located."
(From: Stalker Darling!)
N - "No longer are meals had alone."
(Also from chapter 2 of: Feast on this Imitation of Happiness)
E - "Except...Xie Lian had forgotten something crucial: As he talks to the butterfly flying besides him to fill the lonely silence, speaking of mundane things like the weather with faux enthusiasm, he suddenly comes to a stop when he can no longer perceive the faint sound of wings."
(From chapter two of: Nice to meet you again; what“s your name today?) (Note: This one“s been in the basement :“))
S - "Shi Qingxuan had caught wind (heh) of suspecious activities happening in the desrt kingdom of Banyue, resulting in countless missing persons."
(From chapter 29 of: To be is to be yours)
tagging: (Only if you want to of course! <3)
@yulen-the-ghost
@soapy-soartp
@notsofrozt
IĀ“m not quite sure if IĀ“m supposed to make up another word for you guys or if thereĀ“s a list (“dĻd`)
I“m just gonna assume I“m supposed to pick so I“ll go with: NAMES
I“m excited to see your replies :D
tysm for tagging me @marquisguyun!!! <3
Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!
The word I was tagged with is FORUM. i chose to use a couple different wips of mine, including one of my original projects (because i don't actually write a lot of sentences that start with the letter "R")~
F - "Former God of Nature! The God of Nature!"
O - Okay. Xie Lian needs to know whatās going on.
R - Rena sees her from across the bridge. The year is nineteen-ninety-nine, and they are at a party.
U - Unable to do anything at all.
M - Most of the men in town are busy fighting in the war, the blacksmith says, and there arenāt enough people to actually make the swords those soldiers are using.
tagging @ideasloading @scrapimmortal @circus-complex @e-n-t-r-o-p-i-c-f-r-o-g @artingstarvist!!! your word, should you choose to accept it, is "LINES"
Hello there! :DYou have somehow arrived in an endless abyss of my personal brainrot - If you like it here you can find more on my Bluesky (@ideasloading.bsky.social) or on my ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/IdeasLoading/works)I“d love to hear from you on any of those sites <3
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