#ilthit

(cw: implied eggpreg)

this is something i've been working on for a friend! it's very soft, just the two of them settling in together and getting ready to have some snakelets 💚

here is a little snippet

“It should be soon.” “How can you tell?” "Oh, um…" Zhuzhi-lang's cheeks flush. “This humble one is in shed.” “Right now?” Shen Qingqiu lights up, eyes bright with untamable curiosity. “May I see?” “It should still be a few days before it’s noticeable. Does Immortal Master Shen truly wish to watch?” Of course he does! How often does one get the chance to see a snake demon shed their skin? It must be phenomenal considering the sheer size of Zhuzhi-lang’s serpent form. Perhaps if it comes off in one large piece, Shen Qingqiu will be allowed to keep it! Honestly he doesn't even need the whole thing; a section would be fine. An eyecap or maybe part of the tail? But he’s getting ahead of himself. Just watching the process will be rewarding.  Shen Qingqiu clears his throat. “If Xizhi-lang does not mind the company, this master would be honored to witness his shed.”

i think they should have a million egg babies WHAT WHO SAID THAT

It was too good, I would have voted if there was an option for "It's okay to just like villains"--I didn't notice who made it!

​the misfortune of being too good at imitating villain discourse takes I guess...alas. my notifications this morning are a little bit of a minefield

"You told Mark, but not me?" Ivan asked.

And Miles answered: "I could trust Mark... to do what I asked of him. I could only trust you to do what you thought was right."

Well, that's a laugh. Mark is only the most bloody-minded, contrary person Ivan's ever met. Trust Mark to follow orders? The guy who stole Miles's mercenaries not once but twice, whose haring off on his own without consulting anyone got Miles killed?

But Miles had trusted Mark to follow orders, and what's more, Mark did.

Whereas he trusted Ivan--loyal-donkey Ivan, Ivan-you-idiot--Miles apparently trusts Ivan to think for himself.

Huh.

Songxiao Space Fantasy AU.

Song Zichen is a disciple in Baixue Temple, an old, failing space station orbiting a long-abandoned planet. The principles of spaceflight are long lost and it's all the monks and other residents of the temple complex can do to keep the lights on and the life-support going. Beyond the port windows of the station, the stars are beginning to go dark.

Then, a shuttle skids into a long-unused hangar, a sleek shining teardrop of a vessel with a jagged scar along its side hastily patched up with emergency repair foam. When the techs pry open the hatch, they find inside the shuttle a young man in a pristine white space suit clutching a glowing crystal protectively.

Song Zichen will need to accompany Xiao Xingchen beyond the confines of the world he knows, restore the crystal to the celestial engine that needs it to operate, and find a way to save his home from its slow death. Oh, and, naturally, he will fall in love in the process.

Aubreyad, and longer than 3-10 sentences, but I say it still counts as a micro story!

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The door opened despite his not having interrupted his examination to reply to the knocking, a draft causing the flame to flicker.

“Jack,” he said, for who else would have entered without being asked to, “this is delicate work, so unless we are about to beat to quarters I must ask you to close the door and return at a later point.”

The door did not close, and in fact the bulk of a healthy, well-fed Englishman moved into the cabin, stirring the air and not letting the little dancing light come to rest.

“Apologies, Doctor. Of course I am most loathe to disrupt your work, which is without a doubt of the utmost importance. But, if I may ask, what precisely is it that you are doing?”

Jack stepped closer at that, giving a hesitant look back at the still open door, and Stephen sighed, admitting defeat, and lowered the egg he had been peering at.

“I am candling the eggs I collected earlier, to discern the size and shape of the bodies growing in them to estimate how long it might be until they pip.”

“Pip?” A look of alarm spread over Jack’s usually jovial face. “You don’t mean to hatch them, Stephen? Did I not hear you say there were some sort of lizard?”

“Oh, indeed, dear. And should a few prove to not develop entirely, then I’ll gladly preserve them as-is, but I am hoping to incubate most of them and keep the specimen alive until our return to England.” He held the egg in his hand up to the light of the candle again, turned to the side to give Jack a better view. “If you look here, this dark, oblong shape indicates that this particular egg is fertilized and its occupant is so far developing beautifully.”

“I see,” Jack replied, leaning back and clearly trying to not look too closely at the egg at all, while, from outside the cabin, Killick’s voice drifted in, mumbling s unintelligible aside from a louder uttering of unnatural, before the door finally clicked shut, cutting off the draft.

Here's my Childercelles fic for the @jsmnbigbang :D

It's definitely not my focus for the show but it's so cute I can't help but ship it at least a little.