Being a (mildly) fierce corpse mostly didn't affect Liu Sang's life much. He couldn't drink alcohol without... interesting... side-effects. He didn't have to worry about most kinds of zombies. Even shibie let him alone.
Most shibie that was. This one was an exception. A prankster, a playful monster that preferred having fun over practically everything else.
So they came to terms. He wouldn't swat her or set her on fire, or let his Ouxiang bleed on her. And she, in turn, would leave humans alone and stay the hell out of his ears.
It was a good arrangement, really. After all, a horrible shibie wasn't all that bad. As long as they were on your side.
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Crossover between my Liu Sang is (sort-of) undead short fic and the @merinnan's Horrible Shibie story. (I'd link it and will if someone points me at it, but I can't find it on AO3 anymore.)
ETA link, which my Partner In Crime found for me in one shot.
Magrat is the “Maiden” of the main trio of witches in Discworld. Shes frequently bullied for loving flowers and crystals, until eventually she gets pushed to the edge when her wedding gets raided by a bunch of evil fairies. Heres Magrat about to show them her sword.
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was thinking about how awkward it must have been for aziraphale to get that hammerspace thermos flask filled since we know from the shax and furfur scene that hellfire is taken from a communal dispenser.