#enigma-the-mysterious

[derekstilinski]

the musketeers + incorrect quotes from @incorrect-musketeers & @enigma-the-mysterious 🤝

[lizhly-writes]

@enigma-the-mysterious @theembergazer @lonesome-greenery @somefishycat @kitten-kokomo AIGHT I figure I've written at least 15 sentences here. Welcome to some fake dating shenanigans. Sort of.

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There was a hairpin, intricately forged and set with amber stones, rich brown and warm gold.

If Liu Qingge was a poetic man -- which he wasn't -- he would compare them to Shang Qinghua's eyes. The way they looked when they caught the setting sun, when Shang Qinghua had triumphantly stormed Bai Zhan, the head of a legendary beast in hand, the edge of a grin on his mouth. Look, I did it just like you wanted me to. I did it just like how you never expected. Isn't it impressive? Aren't I impressive?

Liu Qingge put the hairpin down and walked away.

Five minutes later, Liu Qingge came back and bought the stupid hairpin.

What am I even doing, he thought, even as he handed the money over and carefully tucked the hairpin away in his qiankun pouch. I don't even like Shang Qinghua.

Even if he did like Shang Qinghua -- not that he liked Shang Qinghua -- it... wasn't enough.

A hairpin was traditional in a way that was significantly less impressive than three weeks of paperwork. It was proper, but it wasn't proper. It was. Sentimental. Sweet. It wasn't making an effort, and An Ding demanded effort.

It was still something. Surely a gift had to be better than no gift at all?

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Liu Qingge came to An Ding at sunset.

How romantic. Shang Qinghua wondered if Liu Qingge had timed it, just like Shang Qinghua had when he visited Bai Zhan -- but nah, probably not. Liu Qingge wasn't really good at figuring out optics. If he was, he would have made this nice and public, so they could flaunt how much time they were spending together because clearly they were in love. Something like that, anyway.

Oh well, it didn't really matter. Shang Qinghua could still spin a nice little story about it. Gush a bit about how Liu-shidi had come to see him. The brave warrior returning home, eagerly rushing to see his lover's face, the first thing he did above anything else. Very nice. Now, if Liu Qingge could give him a dramatic declaration of love, it would be perfect.

"Welcome back, Liu-shidi," Shang Qinghua said. "How was your mission?"

"Fine," Liu Qingge said, and then, in a more constipated-sounding voice, he said, "Shang Qinghua."

Shang Qinghua waited with bated breath. This would be the perfect time to say something sentimental like, "I missed you! My love, my life, our parting was a deep sorrow that condemned my heart to the deepest, darkest abyss. What joy seeing your countenance does me! Let us passionately celebrate our reunion with etc etc to be continued, please check under the biggest stone under the most interestingly-shaped tree between Xian Shu and An Ding if you want to continue reading, pay a fee of one spirit stone."

"Yes?" Shang Qinghua said leadingly. He smiled his best smile.

This somehow seemed to be too much for Liu Qingge. "Here," he said brusquely, shoving a little bundle of wrapped cloth into Shang Qinghua's arms. Then he stalked off without another word.

Rude???

Rude! Rude!! Incredibly fucking rude! Okay, it wasn't like Shang Qinghua was actually expecting some kind of romantic confession, especially when there was no audience here to pretend for besides Shang Qinghua himself, but come on! What was that? Not even a hi, good to see you? What was even the point visiting An Ding, then? Seriously, just package delivery?

Shang Qinghua looked down. The little of wrapped cloth was, in fact, a neatly-wrapped package, which he wouldn't have paid much mind to if it had not been a prettily-wrapped package. Less routine delivery and more gift.

He tilted this situation around a bit in his head to see if there was literally any other way he could interpret it, but no, it seemed Liu Qingge really had just gotten him a gift and ran off, sort of like a shy maiden deeply afraid of rejection.

Shang Qinghua was torn between laughing at this picture in his head (Liu Qinge, shy maiden?) or staring confusedly at it (shy maiden? Liu Qingge???). He could have spent some time overthinking it, but instead, he decided just to open the package.

"Huh," Shang Qinghua said aloud.

There was no one around to hear him. It was just him, and a very beautiful hairpin between his fingers. That Liu Qingge had apparently gotten him.

A hairpin. From Liu Qingge.

Was it possible Liu Qingge meant to give it to someone else? Like his sister? His sister would probably like a hairpin. Maybe Liu Qingge had meant to give something else to Shang Qinghua, and had mixed up the packages.

But the gemstones on it were in An Ding colors.

There was a weird, fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach.

...Indigestion, probably.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my October 16th post here; Pretense and Permission for @zyrafowe-sny and @enigma-the-mysterious, thanks!

Yi-Che had been all softness, sweet beyond the scars she carried, speaking with heart through her silence. A creature who couldn’t have survived - and shouldn’t have been tested by - being subjected to the monstrousness Kei now shared with. . . Sho, however. Sho was- Different. From everyone, Kei thought, taking a breath, then bringing his mug up to his lips. Sho had, always, been unique.

[adhdavinci]

WIP WED: Oedipus

spanning 7/14, 7/20, and 7/27, i got a total of 6 requests for this fic! thank you @1attheedge (welcome!!), @virgulesmith (hello!!), @lizhly (fulfilling your request for GJ2!!), @whimsicalmeerkat (<3 !!) @enigma-the-mysterious (hiya!!), and @anachronismstellar (yay :D!!)

“Actually, I do want to offer my help,” Ashelin nods, “and we can still talk over… crafting.” Her sharp green eyes glance over the mess on the table. “What exactly is all this, anyway?”

“Dunno exactly, just followin’ Tessie's orders.” He ties another ribbon and places it on the frankly massive pile on one of the chairs. “Think it's for some kinda decoration maybe? Jak, did she tell you?”

The man only grunts in response, his fingers fumbling over the same length of ribbon he's been working at for ten minutes. The morning sickness really hits him hard, the poor kid. Even through the dull pallor, though, he still shines with a radiance that lights up the whole chamber.

Sig gently takes the fabric from Jak's fingers and deftly ties it into a bow. “So, Governess. How can I help you?”

Ashelin nods at him. “First, I wanted to check on Jak. How are you holding up? I know pregnancy can be rough, especially the early months.”

“‘S okay,” Jak mumbles, grabbing a new length of ribbon, “‘m doing fine.” Shaky hands try to loop the fabric to no avail.

With a small smile, Sig holds the center of the ribbon so Jak can tie it. Wine-dark eyes meet his. “You - don't have to.”

It's the same thing he's said every day since the announcement. And every time, Sig gives him the same response.

“I want to.”

[wingsofhcpe]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡ (no obligation or rush ofc!)

thank you for the ask!!! I'm sorry I took so long to reply 💖💖

1. Fireflies

2. Tiramisu

3. Sunsets

4. Soft pastel lavender, green, pink or blue hues

5. The smell of my grandma's house (smell of childhood fr)

[artcinemas]

Amio bangali >:3

hiieeee 💞💞

[planeoftheeclectic]

tfp for WIP Wednesday? <3

Columbo trailed after him, ducking under an oversized spear that had nearly slipped out of an absentminded cosplayer's holster. "I thought you hadn't met him before."

"I had never met his brother before," Edgeworth corrected, swerving past a rack of bright pink corsets and making for the replica weaponry, "Though even him I knew by reputation. Klavier and I had spoken at various events in the past, though not at length."

[the-haiku-bot]

This bad bitch? The white

breasted Kingfisher? Our

Shada Machranga?

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Here's a list of all the state birds!

[okbutwhy-rebooted]

You can be Alluri Rama Raju <3 I believe in you bro <3

<3 tysm ily <3

(perhaps i can be him literally because i am anti govt but am prepping for UPSC CSE-)

[edorazzi]

Did I completely forget to post this on Sunday and have no excuse? Yes I did! 🫠

Page 52 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix's trust in his uncle pays off, but what's the cost of taking an overloading Miraculous in your bare hands? ⚡🦋

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[darkoyami]

mystery twins 🔎

[lizhly-writes]

@enigma-the-mysterious

"Shang-shishu," Luo Binghe said, eyebrows furrowing. "Did you hit your head?"

Well, it seemed Shang Qinghua had obviously gotten something wrong about his usual behavior.

"Why would you say that?" Shang Qinghua said, instead of actually answering the question.

Luo Binghe's eyebrows furrowed further. "I have a father." A father who is not you, he didn't say, but conveyed quite clearly anyway.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything," Shang Qinghua said blankly. Just because Luo Binghe had one father didn't mean that he couldn't have another. There were plenty of ways for two men to have children, weren't there?

Luo Binghe stared hard at him. "Shang-shishu is unwell," he said eventually, which was true, but also rude.

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my October 9th post here; Shipwrecked for @enigma-the-mysterious and @somefishycat, thank you! Time to go back and write the beginning. . .

Keisuke had been clinging to a twisted and broken shard of wood and rope for what felt like forever, his muscles locked up and his head spinning, when a flash of crimson made a corner of his mind wake up. He was too far gone, exhausted and shaky in the hours - it must have been; the sun had been high when the ship went down, and dusk was falling now, unless that was just Keisuke’s vision - after the adrenaline had faded. Brilliant crimson all but glowed in the corner of his vision, and he wondered if he was dying, even if he’d managed to keep himself above water. Thus far. Keisuke held tight, but he was losing consciousness despite his best efforts. He didn’t know if he would ever wake again.

[adhdavinci]

WIP Wednesday: Vampwolf RP

3 prompts from 9/11 (yeesh, that was 2 months ago...) for my Vampire/Werewolf RP. my partner was ecstatic to finally get this!

thanks to: @kalira , @wizisbored , and @enigma-the-mysterious !!

“Dax - he's back, he's back!” The collapsed bed actually made it easier for Jak to pull Torn to his chest and bodily relocate them over to the other bedside, though it was a bit of an awkward shuffle on his knees. Still worth it to get right up to his friend's face. Peering over Torn's shoulder, Jak searched for those dark blues. “C'mon, open your eyes…!” But his friend was once again still. No eyelashes fluttering, no squeaky, annoying, beautiful voice calling Jak an idiot for worrying, of course he's fine, he's Orange Lightning! Jak whimpered and pawed at Daxter's cheek.  “I didn't imagine that,” he looked at Tess, “he really spoke - he, he said -” 

[wingsofhcpe]

There is also The Cardinal's Blades, a trilogy of hardcover novels, which feature dragon riding Musketeers :D

WAIT WHAT

I must immediately search for this because it sounds like a dream come true, no joke.

I grew up with Naomi Novik's Temeraire (Napoleon wars but with dragon riders) and the 3 Musketeers og novel, so what you're describing is literally my dream novel DHSJJFJS

[d0tt-ie]

what is he thinking .. we will never know...