Sunday Snippet, et. al.
Apr. 26th, 2020 10:17 amGuardian/adjacent:
Fanart: more from the artist who draws the ears (I love them). ZYL and DQ napping in cat form. Kisses with long-haired SW. That sliver of belly. Sleepy ZYL. So soft. Bed Head Shen Wei. Shen Wei with morning coffee. Domestic life with cityscape.
How is Zhu Yilong so fucking beautiful? Is this him doing push-ups? The gifs aren't high enough quality for me to tell with any assurance)
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undeadrobins and naye.
Twitter tips from a capslocky stranger.
I haven't written anything from Deconstruction this week that isn't terribly spoilery, so have the first paragraph from my (first!) Zhubai fic, based on Table One of this thing. For visuals, this Bai Yu and this Zhu Yilong. I'm titling it Table One.
Bai Yu was so busy appreciating the perfection of the ass in front of him he didn’t notice the conversation its owner was having with the hotel desk clerk. The perfect slope of it curved up into a strong, lean waist, both body parts regretfully covered in some very expensive looking duds. Bai Yu shifted in his now shabby-feeling jeans. Too bad his evening was already booked. But it wasn’t like he’d have much chance with anyone who dressed like that, anyway, even if he did swing the right way. Which, face it, wasn’t likely. Not without divine intervention. As if on cue, Bai Yu’s brain began to register the exchange happening in front of him. The man’s voice was low and calm, but a thread of tension wove through it.
“I know I reserved a room for myself,” he said. Even his voice was gorgeous. Of course. Low and rich. Everything about this guy was rich. “I reserved the wedding party’s entire room block. Is there no other way to check? Perhaps a credit card record?”
Fanart: more from the artist who draws the ears (I love them). ZYL and DQ napping in cat form. Kisses with long-haired SW. That sliver of belly. Sleepy ZYL. So soft. Bed Head Shen Wei. Shen Wei with morning coffee. Domestic life with cityscape.
How is Zhu Yilong so fucking beautiful? Is this him doing push-ups? The gifs aren't high enough quality for me to tell with any assurance)
DW tips from
undeadrobins and naye. Twitter tips from a capslocky stranger.
I haven't written anything from Deconstruction this week that isn't terribly spoilery, so have the first paragraph from my (first!) Zhubai fic, based on Table One of this thing. For visuals, this Bai Yu and this Zhu Yilong. I'm titling it Table One.
Bai Yu was so busy appreciating the perfection of the ass in front of him he didn’t notice the conversation its owner was having with the hotel desk clerk. The perfect slope of it curved up into a strong, lean waist, both body parts regretfully covered in some very expensive looking duds. Bai Yu shifted in his now shabby-feeling jeans. Too bad his evening was already booked. But it wasn’t like he’d have much chance with anyone who dressed like that, anyway, even if he did swing the right way. Which, face it, wasn’t likely. Not without divine intervention. As if on cue, Bai Yu’s brain began to register the exchange happening in front of him. The man’s voice was low and calm, but a thread of tension wove through it.
“I know I reserved a room for myself,” he said. Even his voice was gorgeous. Of course. Low and rich. Everything about this guy was rich. “I reserved the wedding party’s entire room block. Is there no other way to check? Perhaps a credit card record?”