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clowningaroundmars · 8 months ago

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morales twins hcs

i'm absolutely in love with the idea of miles42 and miles1610 being twins, i'm so glad most of the fandom has basically adopted 42 lmao

some of my own twins headcanons, just random stuff to add onto other ppls hcs ive seen:

☆ 42 loves his mamí absolutely but def acts the most like his dad, and haaaates when anyone points it out. it's the most obvious when 42 gets mad, he sounds EXACTLY like his father then lol

☆ in fact, the twins polar opposite personalities is probs bc 1610 takes after his mom's temperament more, while 42 is as stoic, stubborn and slightly dorky as his dad is

☆ whenever the boys made each other cry (by accident or otherwise) they did the typical little kid thing and tried immediately comforting the other. now that they're older 1610 handles his emotions better and is mature when talking about them, but 42 is the one who comforts 1610 more often

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☆ as well as staying on top of his academics, 42 also plays basketball and trains in a couple martial arts studios after school. 1610 is taller than 42 bc of the spider bite but 42 has always been slightly bigger and more muscular than 1610 since he's the athlete. whenever the family attends 42's boxing matches, jeff gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu from back when he attended his own brother's matches before

☆ they both got thru school p okay, not many incidents of bullying mostly bc if anyone did try, 42 would put a stop to that nonsense immediately. 42 loves his bro with his whole heart and was glad to pick a fight with anyone who gave him any trouble at all. the whole neighborhood knew it too bc the only person allowed to bully 1610 is 42 himself!

☆ in fact, 42 doesn't win the lottery to enter visions in the first place, which saddened both brothers when they found out. so because they're at separate schools now, 42 makes sure his twin knows that if any fuckery is afoot at visions that he'd be more than happy to roll up and dogwalk any fool who tries it. 1610 laughs him off but knows his bro has got his back for sure

☆ 42 likes to pretend 1610 is the nerdy one, but they are both very big anime and manga nerds. every time they hit up any bookstore, they both make a beeline for the manga section and argue over who's gonna read the newest one first (they have to share cuz those books cost some moneeyyyy, man)

☆ 1610 and 42 love their uncle to pieces, OFC. they both pick up separate traits from him, even. 42 was inspired to start martial arts and boxing from watching videos on old digital cameras that aaron hung onto thru the years. they were of a much younger aaron back in his boxing days, when his family went to his matches and recorded them from the seats. 1610 was inspired to pick up graffiti and then even started doodling in notebooks bc of aaron

☆ 1610 is def the social butterfly and easily the most popular kid on the block by virtue of how friendly and outgoing he is. 42 is more introverted and keeps a small circle of friends, but everyone is cool with him nonetheless since they fuck with his twin bro

☆ since 42 stays at home the most (lol he a homebody) he picks up cooking much better than 1610 thanks to him staying in the kitchen to help his mom make dinner while they watch telenovelas together. 42 also knows how to dance bachata and salsa much better than 1610 too

☆ both twins love physics and math but 42 is more hardware-inclined. 1610 is about software, data, and formulas. 42 is good at taking things apart, putting things together, building and engineering. he kinda takes after his uncle aaron that way, and drove his parents nuts as a lil kid when he got his hands on radios, computers, clocks, etc

☆ 1610 loves softer brighter music like JID, steve lacy, smino, frank ocean, kid cudi, post malone, and nujabes. 42 is always bumping harder shit like pop smoke, waka flocka, zillakami, three 6 mafia, benny the butcher and some oldies like paul wall, wu tang clan, biggie smalls, MF DOOM and big KRIT. they tease each other's music tastes a lot since they're polar opposites in almost every way

☆ they actually have a shared playlist where they add new music they like (probs on some e-1610 spotify or soundcloud equivalent since everything is slightly skewed on e-1610 tbh). both of them check it periodically, and 42 is the more frequent contributor

☆ they both make art but 1610 is the artsier kid for sure. 42 doodles occasionally but he's not as enthusiastic about it as his twin is. they both go around the city tagging walls whenever they have any free time, though. 1610 loves colors, expressive styles and is good at coming up with cool ways to draw text. 42's lines, accuracy and technical skill can never be beat

☆ 1610 has superpowers, sure, but his fighting skills are trash! 42 was always the scrappy one, not 1610, so he shows his twin how to properly throw punches and other useful fighting knowledge. it def comes in handy in the future

☆ jeff loves his sons to death but he often finds himself butting heads the most with 42 since they're so similar, it kinda drives them both nuts. it def gets worse once aaron starts gossiping abt what jeff used to be like when they were kids, giving 42 plenty of ammo. they love each other but their relationship is just as complicated as it is between jeff and 1610, and 42 would be lying if he said he wasn't affected by the rift between his dad and uncle himself

☆ the minute the twins turn 16, 42 goes out and gets his drivers license on the first try (computer quiz AND road test aced) and rubs it in 1610's face almost constantly. 1610 likes to throw back that there's no parking space for another car on their block, so he can't even get his own car even if he wanted to anyways

☆ whenever the boys really fight, the whole city seems to know. they squabble a lot obvi, they're brothers. but the very few times they've given each other the silent treatment like for real, everyone in the family tries to get them to make up since it's unsettling to see two peas in a pod be so hostile with each other

☆ and since they've always been attached at the hip, 1610 being enrolled into visions felt. weird. everyone thought 1610 was gonna take it the hardest but surprisingly 42 had a harder time adjusting since he always saw his bro in the hallways at school, and was so used to him knowing the latest gossip of anybody in their grade. without 1610 around as often, 42 becomes even more withdrawn than usual

rio looks up from the pot suddenly, glancing at the time. dinner was almost ready and she… hadn't seen not hide nor tail of her son this evening. he returned home from school a couple hours earlier, choosing to skip going to his boxing class to shut himself in his room.

fine. teenagers can be moody sometimes and rio would rather keep her moody son at home where she can keep an eye on him, rather than worry about what he's getting up to on the streets.

strange thing is, though... rio hadn't heard a single noise come out of that room all night. 42 usually liked to have at least some music playing, maybe video game noises out of his nintendo... oh, what was it called again? whatever, that nintendo thing he played on sometimes.

rio placed the lid on the pot and lowered the flame a bit before making her way over to her twin sons' bedroom door, hesitating a bit when she noticed no light was filtering out from the bottom either. okay... that was weird, too. neither of her sons ever went to bed before dinner. ever.

the one time rio dared to try and send her sons to bed without dinner years ago-- as punishment for fighting right there in the kitchen that time-- both twins hollered so loud they got concerned knocks on their front door from various different neighbors. never again, rio remembered thinking that time.

now, the bedroom door stands oddly quiet and completely hollow without any signs of life behind it. rio knocked anyways, hoping against hope itself that 42 didn't go ahead and sneak out of the house without her knowledge. if he did sneak out, he's grounded for 3 months, rio thinks to herself mostly as reassurance. she nervously picks at a nail and strains to hear anything behind the wood.

she thinks she hears a groan and decides to try her luck by slowly opening the door. hopefully he's not in there... y'know, doing teenage boy things, either. dios mío.

rio swings the door open to...

...a completely pitch-black room, save for the sliver of streetlight filtering in past a crack in the window curtains and casting an eerie yellow glow on anything it could touch. it is cold, and also deathly quiet.

rio is shocked.

she walks over to the right side of the room where 42's bed is pushed up against the corner, next to the windows. on that bed lies a big lump, buried under several layers of blankets. the lump stirs.

rio crosses her arms. "mijo, mi amor. are you sleeping? …pero qué te pasa, papí?"¹

42 rolls onto his back and glares sleepily at his concerned mother standing at his bedside. it's dark in the room, but rio's face is illuminated by the living room lights pouring in from the open door. she's wearing a tilted smile, but coupled with the worry lines on her forehead, it isn't fooling anyone.

42 slowly closes his eyes, chin still under the covers, and lets out the most world-weary sigh rio has ever heard coming out of someone as young as him. if it weren't coming from her own son, she might have even laughed.

she immediately sits down, lifting the cover off of 42's chin to check his temperature all over his face. he tries to wriggle away.

"maaaaaa, stop..." he grumbles, trying to pull the covers up higher over his head. "'m not sick, mamí, forreal… chill."

rio leans on a hand. "¿si no 'ta enfermó pues qué es?² what's wrong?"

42 doesn't answer for a bit and rio exhales through her nose. " 'moré, what are you doing in this pitch-black room all by yourself? no light, no music, no nothing. what's wrong? you look like you're on a death bed!"

42 finally opens his eyes again, and blinks a few times as he says, "nothing, ma. seriously, i'm just... tired. that's all. i'm fine."

"you don't look 'fine' 42, you look like 2 seconds away from flatlining."

another sigh from the boy. rio rolls her eyes and places her hand on his forehead again, then strokes his cheek.

"is it 1610? hmm?" rio asks 42. she asks so unbelievably gently, as if by only mentioning his brother's name she would shatter something in the room. a mirror or something.

42's heart clenches at the love and care his mother is showing around this particular topic. it was true, and he couldn't even deny it. having 1610 in the house less and less every week, not seeing him in the hallways at their local high school, receiving sparser and shorter replies to his texts... it was all building up in his chest and the dam was pretty close to bursting. especially now as his mom was lovingly stroking his cheek as she checked in with him. how embarassing. rio wouldn't see him cry, not right now. he closed his eyes and willed the tears away, for her sake.

miraculously, 42's voice didn't crack or waver when he said, "yeah. yeah, i miss 'im."

rio crooned something saccharine in spanish and placed a kiss on her son's forehead. she saw right through his cold tough guy act, as expected. with how much of a mama's boy 42 was, it would've been impossible not to. they spent way too much time together for her to miss how he dragged his feet getting ready for school in the mornings, how he's been skipping martial arts and basketball practice more often lately, and how unenthusiastic he's been in general.

rio chuckles as she lays her cheek on 42's forehead for a second before sitting back up. "ay, bendito. 42, you know your brother is just down a few blocks from here. why don't you go visit him soon?"

42 shuffles under the covers. he's unsure if he should even admit this, but he proceeds anyways. "uhm. he's not answering my texts lately, so." he feels strangely guilty about this, like he just snitched on his twin somehow even though he has no reason to suspect that at all.

rio sighs and looks off into the distance, bracing herself for what she's about to say. she looks back down. "yeah. i know. he doesn't answer mine, either. i was hoping he was talking to you, but... well. "

something in 42 stirs a bit. "i bet he thinks he's in some fancy private school, around rich kids, now he's too good for us," it's a weak attempt at a joke, but rio smiles down at him anyways.

"don't worry. the second he gets home this weekend, he's on house arrest. okay? he's gonna be chained to you the whoooole time. and i'm keepin' watch."

it's not much, but 42 still takes that little bit of hope and holds it gently in his mind.

"the second he walks through that door, i'm tackling him. i don't care." 42 smiles at the thought.

rio laughs, kisses his forehead again and stands up. "dinner is almost ready, by the way." she gives him a look. "you better eat with me tonight, because your brother is at school and your dad is doing overtime tonight. okay? okay."

42 sighs deeply to wake himself up a bit more as he sits up and scratches at his durag. "yeah, yeah. 'm comin', ma!"

¹ "but what is going on with you, papí?" (papí being a common term of affection for a boy in spanish, it doesn't always mean "dad" lol)

² "if you're not sick, then what is it?"

☆ until they get "too old" for halloween, the morales twins ALWAYS wear matching costumes. every year. every single year, no matter what. what they usually end up wearing changes every year and they aaaaaalways argue over it, of course. notable costumes so far: batman and superman (age 13), two ninja turtles (age 9) (im thinking mikey and donatello bc of personality but lbr rio most likely forbade either of them to be leonardo bc the twins would deadass get into a fist fight over it), tom and jerry (age 2), mario and luigi (age 7), woody and buzz (age 5), peter pan and captain hook (age 10), and-- rio's favorite-- thing 1 and thing 2 (age 4)

☆ 42 was surprisingly always very popular with the girls at school. in middle school, 1610 was the geeky one with braces and acne. 42 got off relatively easy in that regard and as a result was labeled "a heartbreaker" from the jump, which annoyed him. he has no interest in dating whatsoever and swore to never get into a relationship before graduating high school. he's got his mom and brother to take care of and he's going places after high school, damnit! 1610 on the other hand is a huge romantic and has a crush on a new person almost every year of school, easily

☆ the literal second 1610 set foot in the house after his spider bite, 42 was all over him asking a million questions since they both have that supernatural twintuition, and 42 sussed him out immediately. 1610 obviously had to come clean and tell his brother he was spiderman just like he told ganke, otherwise he was never gonna be able to change into his spider suit at home (plus they share a room, so. there's that)

1610 didn't even get to close their bedroom door all the way before his twin leaped up from his own bed and stalked over.

"óye, bro. what's up? what happened at visions?" 42 circled his brother, squinty-eyed in the exact same way their mom is when she's suspicious. 1610 dropped his bag next to his bed and plopped down on his sheets, trying to put some distance between them.

"uhhhh what're you talkin' about?" he tries casually, and immediately regrets it.

"uhhhhh what're you talkin' about?" 42 mocks. "don't play dumb with me. you KNOW what i'm talkin' about, stupid. first, you answer, like, none of my texts ever. then dad comes home sayin' you never let him talk face-to-face when he visited you a couple days ago. mamí has been texting and calling you nonstop, no answer either. you are a brand new person now, huh? qué te pasa, yo?"

1610 hunched his shoulders as he got up and slumped over to his desk. he was quietly weighing his options, nervously rearranging papers and sketches on the wooden table, wondering how he was going to break it to his brother that he was--

"lemme guess. you have superpowers now," 42 says easily. he crosses his arms triumphantly when big round amber eyes suddenly turn up to his face.

1610 searches his face for any hint of a joke. no... no way. did his brother just...?

"you're playin' with me. no way. how did you--?"

42's eyes widen. "wait, are you being deadass right now?" he threw his head back and crowed with laughter. "that was just a guess!"

1610 leaped forward and pushed his hand onto 42's mouth, shutting him up. "heeyyy hey hey hey hey shhhhh, man. damn, could you possibly be any louder? look," he took his twin by the shoulders and gave him a slight shake, lowering his voice to a near whisper. "mom and dad can never know anything about this. okay? anything. not a word, you understand?"

42 pushes his brother off. "ok-ay man, cool it. i promise. we can shake on it, even."

wordlessly, they did their super secret handshake they came up with and perfected in the 4th grade in lieu of hooking their pinkies together. it was the morales shake, a move that binds them to secrecy and keeping promises til death. this was serious business. 1610 relaxes a bit once they're done.

"... okay. and i mean it, pencil braids. if you even breathe a word about this, or even think about--!"

"if you don't just tell me already, goddamn."

with a meaningful look thrown at his brother's way, 1610 raises an arm silently. 42 looks back expectantly.

1610 shoots a web up. he jumps up, using the web as a bungee rope to help him flip and land feet-first onto the ceiling. once his sneakers touch their ceiling, he stands up... upside-down. he stares at his brother and his brother stares back, mouth agape.

"niiiiiiice," 42 leans back and grins up at his twin brother, spiderman.

☆ 1610 is glad he has someone besides ganke to talk to about spiderman stuff, though. his brother listens way more attentively than his roommate anyways, and even tries to help sometimes esp when 1610 needs a quick distraction so he can switch from spiderman back into his regular clothes before the parents notice

☆ 42 is surprisingly cool abt his twin bro being spiderman, actually. even when they're texting 42 is careful not to imply 1610 is spiderman, and often calls stuff in to the police station if 1610 webs anyone up and lets him know. he also gets very good at bandaging up wounds quickly

☆ 42 is a hardass on the outside and contains his emotions much better than his twin, but he's kinda different around his family, since he loves them a lot. he jokes around a lot with them, esp around 1610. they also love pranking their parents, and are p creative at coming up with ways to make everyone laugh

☆ i personally picture 42's personality being sort of like huey's from the boondocks, especially around other adults. he becomes withdrawn and speaks very clearly and directly, and is very shy around strangers. some ppl mistake that as him having an attitude problem but his friends and family know better. only difference between huey and 42 is that 42 isn't nearly as woke lmfao

☆ meanwhile, 1610 becomes a motormouth around strangers and is quick to hug and kiss random family members at family reunions. as a lil kid, he'd always be the one up at the counter ordering for the both of them and chatting with the cashiers, or bus drivers, or whoever. as he gets older and used to the spiderman thing, he chats and jokes with randoms a lil less. he has to save the good material for when the mask is on

☆ 42 is a better writer than he is an artist, actually. he has notebooks filled with poetry and lyrics he scribbles down on post-it notes just to stick them in there for safekeeping. he's also been working on a sci-fi story since he was in 6th grade in absolute secrecy; he doesn't want a single soul to see it. he'd be mortified if anyone saw the nerdy shit he comes up with

☆ even tho 1610 has never fought anyone or been scrappy with anyone else, he's very good at wrestling and dodging punches thanks to his brother.

☆ 42 is the more fashion-inclined twin, even tho they're both sneakerheads. 42 just pays more attention to accessories, the fit of his clothing, how to pair the right shoes with the right jacket. 1610 throws on anything comfortable and calls it a day, and it gets even worse after he becomes spiderman. 42 clowns his brother SO HARD after he finds him wearing yellow sweatpants with an oversized red adidas hoodie and a green puffer jacket once (it was when 1610 came home from fighting a shapeshifting lizard that tried to take over cypress hills. the sweatpants were on backwards)

☆ 1610's sense of humor is geeky and he always tries too hard with his quips and jokes. he usually gets "secondhand embarrassment" chuckles from ppl. 42's style of comedy is a mix of dry humor and unintentionally being funny. this dude will say something clever with the straightest face ever and have the ENTIRE room in stitches without even meaning to

☆ just to nail home how different they are, even tho they share a room, you can tell EXACTLY which half of their room begins and ends. 1610's half is cluttered, vibrant, covered in posters and action figures, collages and trinkets on every available surface. 42's is as clean as a hospital room, and he ALWAYS makes his bed every morning. 42 has a poster or 2 hung up but he's not much for decorating in general. he's more into alphabetizing his bookshelf and looking for more efficient storage to put under his bed

☆ when jeff looks at his sons, he sees aaron and himself and sometimes it scares him. when the boys were around 12 (the Evil Year) he made SURE to sign them up for camp trips that summer and keep them close together as much as possible. he hates to see his boys drift apart at all and is the 1st one to call it out if he sees it. he just doesn't want his boys to end up like he and his brother did…

☆ … and then other times? it genuinely makes him feel a combination of irritation and also fondness bc sometimes 1610 and 42 really really remind him of aaron and himself, esp when they were young. ESPECIALLY when they argue. in every playful slap on the shoulder, every arbitrary competition started out of nowhere, every sleepy brother slowly sliding onto the other's shoulder during nighttime car rides, he sees it. he sees them, and then he sees his past. and with every little difference between the boys slowly cracking open like a chasm with each passing day, sometimes he thinks he can even see his future.

☆ 42 is cool or whatever but i also hc he's kinda… weird sometimes. it gets worse when his twin bro goes off to visions, he keeps staring at walls while sitting in dark rooms and eating at weird hours of the day. rio caught him fast asleep practically hanging off the window sill one night, and another time jeff found him having an entire conversation with a brick wall once while on patrol. 42 refuses to answer any questions

☆ after 1610 gets into visions, becomes spiderman, tells his parents abt his plans to go to princeton, etc... 42 eventually starts feeling a type of way (a jealous way…) their parents also seem to pay attention to 1610 more whenever he's home just to add insult to injury. he knows he's not supposed to, but he often finds himself thinking about the prowler gloves and schematics aaron left behind. he managed to grab them and hide them in a gym bag one day while helping his parents clear out aaron's apartment. the tech currently lives under his bed…

#mine #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales #miles g morales #BOY that sure is a lot to read huh. well. if u read all this here's a heart ♡#can u tell i am Not Normal abt these two #esp wrt them being potential parallels to their father and uncle.........#i can scream FOREVER abt this #the morales family always has me All Up In My Feels man #also LOL @ me writing fanfic again in this post #what can i say...... i guess i can't help it lol #i just love these two they are my babies............#also guess how many times i went and started writing “miles” for 1610 before having to backspace after realizing #yea thats right. Too Many Times #anyways hopes this like uhhh reads okay. the formatting might be weird cuz i had to copy n paste this from my notes app #but i think its cool. i hope #hope yall enjoy aallll of this lol

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seancekitsch · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could please write a Hughie Campbell x reader fic where Hughie comforts the reader after she finds out homelander is her father?

i hope you dont mind i changed it up a little bit so reader is homelanders little sister bc of course voughts got a sperm bank. i also did not know until after i wrote all of this that homelander is canonically 41 so i am sorry

What if I’m just like them? What if there’s some gene that will make me like them? What if I hurt everyone I love? What if I have to be put down one day like they need to be? What if—

Fuck. You need to get out of here. You’re going to get all of them killed. You couldn’t… you couldn’t live if something happened to your friends. If something happened to Hughie. Sweet Hughie, who convinced you to stand up against Vought, who was your confidant and rock through all of this, who helped you find information on your lineage.

It wasn’t his fault you got this news. No, he just helped you gather the tools. And now that you know you’re the daughter of Solider Boy and your mother, a woman Vought paid a measly ten thousand to turkey baste, and to top it off Homelander’s younger sister by thirteen years, they’ll know soon enough. It’ll be bad enough when Butcher finds out.

The door slamming open against the wall shocks you out of your spiral as it bathes you in bright fluorescent light. You wince as try to shield your eyes.

Hughie comes stumbling in, his grey Vans scuffing along the recently buffed floors and his hands slightly shaking as he tries to steady the door. He shuts it gently behind him, casting the room back in its dim lighting.

“I figured you… shouldn’t be alone,” he offers, coming to pull up the chair next to yours. He’s probably right.

You turn to look at him, slowly shaking your head like you can’t even begin to voice what’s on your mind. Where do you even start with something like this?

He pulls you into a hug, awkward over the arms of the chairs separating you, but so needed. You choke out sobs, ones you didn’t know you were holding in, and he just holds you. His arms are warm and comforting and just everything you need. Hughie holds you tightly, as if you’ll sift through his grip like sand in the tide. He sighs into your shoulder like he needs this, too. Maybe he does.

“I always wanted to know who my dad was,” you sniff away another round of tears, “I guess maybe I should have stopped looking. Some fucking family.”

“You had every right to want to know,” he counters, “It doesn’t change anyth-“

“This changes everything. What if I’m just like dear old dad? Like my brother? Fuck! This is so fucked.”

Your eyes are bleary with tears, barely able to make out Hughie’s face through any of this.

“I’m a fucking target if they ever find out. They’ll never stop coming for me. I’m putting you all in danger, I just…”

You trail off, not sure how to finish that thought or where to go from here.

“Hey!” Hughie’s tone is a little harsher than he intends, but he gets down on his knees on the ground between your legs to hug you even closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he holds you.

“Hey listen, you’re nothing like that fucking sperm donor, you’re nothing like that shit stain you share half your DNA with. They’re nothing like you. You’ll never be like them. You’re good, and funny, and kind, and sweet, and you care so so so fucking much about others. You want to do the right thing. You’ve almost died for us. You saved my life, that counts, right?”

You nod a little against him, your sobs quieting again.

“I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, and to make sure you’re never this upset again,” he promises, and you know he means it.

You don’t say anything, you don’t have to. You just hug him back harder.

“We’ll figure this out, you and me, okay?”

“You and me,” you echo.

He holds you until your crying subsides, and then he offers to get you sushi while he walks you back home to your apartment.

#hughie campbell imagine #hughie campbell x reader

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Sooo I know I’m abusing the power you gave me (let me send prompts) but I’ve a very good reason, I promise (I’ve Nie brothers feelings and I love your writing) and I need to ask for this “5 times everyone realises that actually NMJ is the pushover in the Nie brothers relationship bc let’s be honest NMJ let’s NHS get away with everything and every time NMJ tries to get NHS to do something he has to bribe him with fans or resign himself to never get that done” and I find that hilarious :p

“Your sons have quite a good relationship, Sect Leader Nie,” Jiang Fengmian remarked, but the man didn’t look especially impressed by the compliment.

“Especially given that they’re half-brothers,” Jin Guangshan added, and Jiang Fengmian sighed internally: the addition made the original statement into a taunt, which hadn’t been what he meant at all. “Rare to see such a good relationship in such cases.”

“Would you know?” Wen Ruohan asked, smiling poisonously. “And here I thought you had only one.”

“I’ve tasted pork; I don’t need to know how to butcher a pig. Look at how the older one lets the younger one around follow him around everywhere – certainly I wouldn’t have tolerated such a thing for one so much younger than me.”

“I always liked playing with others,” Jiang Fengmian said mildly. “The bigger the family, the better, in my view…it’s nice to help and be helped.”

“I don’t think the infant being carried around is doing that much helping,” Lan Qiren observed.

“And yet he’s clearly the one calling the shots,” Wen Ruohan mused, his eyes settling on the field where the two were playing – or rather, the toddler was demanding a ride and his older brother complying. “Given how stiff-necked the Nie family is, traditionally, it must be very reassuring to you, Sect Leader Nie, to see your son so – compliant.”

Sect Leader Nie abruptly changed the subject.

Later, he came to Jiang Fengmian, an expression of fury on his face. “It’s not any of my business, so I don’t care what’s going on with your search for that servant of yours and his family,” he said icily. “But I’ll thank you to focus on rearing your own children, and stop drawing unwanted attention to mine.”

Jiang Fengmian felt rather unjustly accused. It was true, he’d been thinking of Wei Changze’s son – of how well he’d get along with his own A-Cheng, if only Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren could be convinced to stop traveling around and come home for a little – but there was no reason for old Nie to be so snippy. There had only been the five great sect leaders around; what was he so worried about?

“You can’t be serious,” Lan Xichen said, pressing his lips together to try to restrain his laughter and altogether incapable of restraining his smile.

His smile only grew when Nie Mingjue’s shoulders rose up somewhere around his ears in embarrassment.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” he replied stiffly, and then he actually bought the – product.

Lan Xichen managed to hold himself back as they continued down the shopping street, and finally when they were back on the unoccupied path back to the Unclean Realm he let out a peal of laughter.

Nie Mingjue shot him a sidelong glare.

“Little Huaisang has you completely under his thumb,” Lan Xichen laughed. “You’re always buying him things, every time I see you – if it’s not new fans to add to his collections, it’s another animal for his little menagerie –”

“It’s not a menagerie.”

“He has a half-dozen birds, a mated pair of pangolins, and that – that beast you got for him –”

“The boar?” Nie Mingjue asked. “I didn’t buy that, I found it, and anyway the plan is to release it back onto the mountain once it gets a little larger.”

Lan Xichen waved his hand, dismissing Nie Mingjue’s little technicalities. “All that’s fair enough,” he says, laughter still in his voice and his eyes still curved up into crescents. “I would buy Wangji anything he liked, if only he had more hobbies. But even I would draw the line at purchasing my little brother erotic art.”

“He likes it,” Nie Mingjue said defensively.

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Lan Xichen said, trying to move his eyebrows suggestively like he’d seen someone do once. Judging from Nie Mingjue’s mildly horrified expression, he wasn’t successful. “Still, don’t you think you’re sending him mixed messages? On one hand, you’re always yelling at him about not practicing his saber enough, and on the other you’re spoiling him rotten –”

“He hasn’t formed a golden core yet,” Nie Mingjue said abruptly, and Lan Xichen’s smiled faded. “Yes, still. It’s late, no matter what standard you hold him to – forget the Great Sects, forget regular sects, even by the children of rogue cultivators usually have the basics of a core by now.”

Lan Xichen didn’t know what to say. Lan Wangji had formed his core very early, earliest out of all his generation in fact – he had never had to worry about his brother’s cultivation, not once.

He wanted to tell his friend not to worry, that it would come in time, that Nie Huaisang would catch up…but he was right, it was late. In another year, they would be sending out invitations for select people to come study at the Cloud Recesses, where Nie Huaisang had been a few times before, but this time would be the first time all the sect heirs were in a single place.

If he didn’t have his core by then, there was a chance he’d never get it. That he’d live only the short life of a common person, shorter even than the shortened life of a Nie cultivator –

That Nie Mingjue would have to watch his baby brother grow old and send him off first.

“So I buy him things,” Nie Mingjue concluded with shrug that was anything but casual. “More things than he needs. If he finally forms a core, there’ll be time enough then to teach him discipline – and if he doesn’t, well. At least he’ll be happy for the few years he’ll have.”

“The answer is still no,” Nie Mingjue said, just he had said the first few times, and without paying the slightest attention to the table Jiang Cheng had just overturned.

“Why not?” Jiang Cheng snarled, incensed. “If we join forces together and win, we’ll strike a blow against the Wens that will be felt across the land –”

“And if we lose, the damage will be incalculable,” Nie Mingjue said, unmoved. He didn’t look up from the correspondence he was reviewing. “We didn’t come here expecting to find a Wen stronghold; neither of us brought enough people. No.”

Jiang Cheng sneered. “We didn’t bring enough people, no, but there are enough at hand if there weren’t exceptions being made.”

Nie Mingjue paused and finally put down the letter, turning to look at Jiang Cheng. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“Nie Huaisang isn’t that far away, with plenty of cultivators acting as guards at his side,” Jiang Cheng said, crossing his arms. “If you summoned them, we’d have enough to tip the scales in our favor. But you don’t, just because he doesn’t feel like fighting – why do you let him walk all over you?!”

Nie Mingjue looked at him for a long moment, his gaze dark and angry.

Jiang Cheng began to feel as if he’d made a mistake, but it was too late to retract his harsh words.

“Very well,” Nie Mingjue said, and Jiang Cheng began to brighten. “I’ll write to Meishan while I’m at it; your sister can come bring along the ones who are guarding her, too.”

Jiang Cheng blanched. “You can’t! Jiejie can’t –”

“Why not? Her cultivation is mediocre, but no more so than my brother’s,” Nie Mingjue said, and he was very angry. “Or are you going to say that she’s the only one left in your family but you? That you don’t want the Wens to have a chance to take even more of your family away? Isn’t all that just as true for me?!”

Jiang Cheng hung his head.

“We’re fighting this war to win it,” Nie Mingjue said. “There’s no point in winning if we lose everything on the way. Get out and talk a walk; I don’t want to see you until you’ve beaten some sense into that thick head of yours.”

“Da-ge, you know you can’t keep the secret of the saber spirits from Huaisang forever,” Jin Guangyao said, and his voice was reasonable as it always was – calm and even and to the point, just the way that Nie Mingjue had liked so much when he’d been his deputy.

The tone mostly just irritated Nie Mingjue now – but then, most things did, these days.

“I’m aware of that,” Nie Mingjue said, scowling. His fingers were pressing at his temples – another headache, it seemed. They were happening more and more these days, and that didn’t help the quality of his temper one bit. “He doesn’t need to know all the details yet. He’ll have to bear the burden eventually, but – not yet.”

Jin Guangyao chuckled. “You always let what he wants make decisions for you, da-ge.”

Nie Mingjue ignored him. That was normal, too.

“Let me play for you again, da-ge,” Jin Guangyao said, and his smile broadened. “It might help your headache.”

Wei Wuxian was of the opinion that disturbing the unquiet corpses that had been sealed in the Guanyin Temple in Yunping City was a terrible idea, but sometimes you had to make sacrifices when politics became an issue. The once-more-ascendant-Nie-sect-is-asking-only-somewhat-politely sort of politics.

Every once in a while, Wei Wuxian cursed Nie Mingjue in the back of his mind. Surely, if he hadn’t spoiled Nie Huaisang so much, he wouldn’t have become so demanding – so insistent!

(So incredibly good at finding just the right weak spot to press on…!)

“Your brother is still going to be a fierce corpse when we open that thing,” he said. “You know that, right? He didn’t recognize you then, he won’t recognize you now – he’s an extremely powerful fierce corpse, which is going to make it very hard to control him right away. There’s a great deal of danger involved in being here.”

Nie Huaisang nodded. “I appreciate the warning, Wei-xiong.”

“In light of that,” Wei Wuxian continued. “Don’t you think you should watch from further away?”

“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

Wei Wuxian sighed and lifted Chenqing to his lips, nodding at Lan Wangji, and together they set about unsealing the tomb.

Nie Mingjue’s corpse was just as overwhelming as he remembered, bursting out of the tomb a few moments before they expected it, and the backlash was enough to make Wei Wuxian, with his weak golden core in this life, cough up blood, which in turn made Lan Wangji stop everything to look at him, which meant that there was nothing between Nie Mingjue’s outstretched fingers, curled into claws, and Nie Huaisang, standing there with nothing but a fan in hand.

Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to – he didn’t know what, to try something to save someone who really had once been his friend, however he’d ended up and whatever he’d done, and who he still rather liked and who’d had pretty good reasons for things and who at any rate he didn’t want to see dead at the hands of his own brother –

Nie Mingjue’s clawed fingers stopped only a hair’s breadth away from Nie Huaisang’s head.

Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in his throat.

A moment passed, and then another – and then the direction of Nie Mingjue’s hand shifted, and he ran his fingers through Nie Huaisang’s hair with a delicacy that Wei Wuxian, an expert on all things resentful energy, had never thought a white-eyed fierce corpse was capable of.

Nie Huaisang smiled, content. “Da-ge has always let me get away with everything.”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jiang fengmian #jin guangshan #wen ruohan #lan xichen #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #lan wangji #my fic #my fics #your prompt was very fluffy but the end result turned out not to be #sorry #timetomakeanewwish

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slversoul · 4 years ago

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* mia goth, cis female + she/her | you know cecilia rutherford, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, three hours? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to summer wine by nancy sinatra and lee hazlewood like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole strap of a silk slip falling down her shoulder, sitting on a sailboat and smoking, soft smile hiding shark teeth thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is june 1, so they’re a gemini, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( cornelia )

death tw, gaslighting tw, animal death tw, murder tw, attempted murder tw

born at 12:02 am on june 1, three minutes after her twin brother, making her younger — a fact cecil never let her forget.

the twins shared one name. one head. two hands. two feet. one heart. it was impossible to tell them apart as small children, everyone assuming they were identical twins with their matching haircuts and outfits.

their parents had met when their father was shooting a movie in brazil, sweeping their mother off her feet, and bringing her to connecticut where they were married within three months. only four years later she was moving to italy to live with her young lover.

back and forth the twins moved between their father’s home and their mother’s home. the constant shuffling around led them to be homeschooled in their youth. all the better for them. the twins ran through the large houses, barefoot, with laughter filling the corridors behind them.

it wasn’t that their parents didn’t love them, but they had other things to preoccupy their time. cecil and cecilia only had each other.

when they turned 11, they were enrolled in a middle school, settling in with their father full time during the school year. the other kids might not have known them, but they certainly recognized their last name. despite their lack of early socialization, they made friends quickly. calm and easy to converse with, they were respected among their peers.

(attempted murder tw) the first incident happened when they were 12. with their friend over and their father gone, the three of them were swimming in the pool. their friend, wanting to show off, dived into the pool. in the blink of an eye, cecilia watched red bloom from him, seeping slowly into the surrounding pool water. she wanted to run and find the housekeeper, wanted to call 911. do something. do anything. cecil held his hand up, stopping her in his tracks. his eyes were on their friend floating face down in the pool, and her eyes were on him, searching for anything buried in his cold, dark eyes. as the seconds ticked by, he finally lowered his hand, and cecilia ran screaming into the house. the friend lived, but from then on, there seemed to be a separation between the twins and the rest of the world.

they skipped eighth grade, too smart for any of the silly assignments their teachers had for them that year. they played tennis and golf and even learned to sail. all activities they could do together. all activities their parents had wanted them to learn on their own.

(animal death tw) it was their trips to italy that got them interested in architecture and history and classics. places they could explore first hand, reconstructing history with nothing more than their imaginations. one night, they snuck out of their mother’s villa and stole three chickens from a neighboring farm. deep into the woods they went until they came across the smooth stone. it was cecil that butchered them, but this time, cecilia’s eyes were cold as she watched the blood spill down the stone and seep into the forest floor. the gods were appeased cecil had said.

every time a friend encouraged cecilia to step away from cecil, the friendship ended shortly after. he was her older brother. he knew the ways of the world and was helping lead her through it. she went on dates but she never dated, preferring to limit her company. perhaps that’s why everyone clamored to be around her, and even fought for cecil’s attention. they didn’t walk, they floated, in a reality of their own making. a secret universe that no one else got a glimpse of. but their classmates and their teammates and their neighbors needed to know what made them so different from everyone else, blinding them to the coldness the twins wrapped themselves in like a large quilt.

off they went to college, both of them double majoring in classics and history with a minor in latin.

the tipping point came when they were placed in different recitations for some general lecture. they demanded their parents try to convince the dean to place them in the same one, and the parents insisted they tried their hardest, but in reality, they were happy to see the twins apart. it was there that she made friends. friends who didn’t know her brother, and didn’t care to know him. it started with study group without cecil, but it grew bigger and bigger, until slowly, she became cecilia rutherford and not cecil’s sister.

of course, he didn’t take this news well. he was sick every month, needing cecilia to nurse him back to health. or he wanted to do a family dinner the same night she was supposed to go out. she tried reconciling him and her friends, but they never seemed to get along. torn between two worlds, she was tugged back and forth, helpless in the middle.

(murder tw) bunny, siobhan, cecilia, and cecil were at the marina late at night. they were tying the boat up, having spent the whole day in the sun, still tipsy from an afternoon of drinking. a comment about one of their classes, one cecil wasn’t in, struck a nerve, and he launched into a tiraid. a move to grab cecilia, resulted in him being pushed away, slipping and falling over the pier and hitting his head on the boat before he landed in the water with a splash. nobody made a move to call for help. a relief really. he had been but a stone, trying to drag everyone down to whatever sad pit of despair he lived in. it was a secret that they would take to the grave, binding them together.

they stayed close throughout college, drifting away as they graduated. cecilia moved from pursuit to pursuit, treating everything as if it was some kind of game rather than a career. she even tried her hand at writing a novel, growing bored after only ten chapters in. she had more fun laying around on the yacht of whoever she was seeing at the moment.

her brother’s death hardly left a mark on the family. they cried together at the funeral, but they floated apart again, dealing with the grief in their own way. she never talked about it, preferring to block out his memory entirely than deal with the consequences of their actions. this proved impossible when she received a note, slipped under the door of the penthouse she was currently renting out. a note, in her deceased brother’s handwriting. you can’t get away that easily. fear left her cold, and she tracked down her old friends, packing up and moving to irving, north carolina to confront the past.

PERSONALITY

she’s friendly and charming and outgoing. she can talk to everyone and be kind to everyone, but that doesn’t mean she likes everyone. it’s all about appearances. is very good at hiding things and keeping things close to her. she’s still struggling with the loss of her brother because he was her best friend. she’s aware of his flaws, but it’s hard for her to reconcile her fairytale version of him and the truth. cecilia is super smart and pretentious and snobbish, but she’s also a bit of an airhead in that she’s not aware of how the “common person” lives. she’s very out of touch with things because she lives in the bubble of her parents’ money. she’s calm always. it always seems like nothing fazes her, and it’s all a façade. um i think i’ll add more to this later but that is all for now :)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

okay, so as she is new, like literally just moved in hours ago, she’s not really going to have recent connections. but i’m so down for doing past connections :)) maybe a love affair when they were both on vacation somewhere, or someone who she knew in the past who hates how calm she is about everything. also someone who knew her brother and either hated or loved him bt that would be fun angst bc she doesn’t talk about him anymore :) anyway, if you think our muses could have met in the past, just let me know and we can brainstorm connections :D

#irvingintro

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queen-scribbles · 4 years ago

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Lisa Shepard vs Batarians

Behold, a meta about Lisa I’ve long wanted to write, inspired by this post about Torfan(got kinda long for just a reblog) and motivation provided by @fourthage‘s Mass Effect giveaway. (I’m much better about finishing things when I can give it a deadline, lol)

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Lisa is my Colonist/Ruthless Infiltrator Shep, and let me tell you, that background combo made her really interesting to play(through the first two games, at least; my computer crashed before I had a chance to import her to ME3, rip) bc she has this big, glaring problem with batarians. The tl;dr is Mindoir was deeply traumatizing and no batarian ever did enough to counter the extremely negative image she has of their race as a result. (apologies for slight stream-of-consciousness rambling, I tried to rein it in, but I think I was only partially successful >.>)

So we start, obviously, on Mindoir. Lisa’s the oldest of four with three younger brothers; Justin, Finn, and Connor, and had two best friends; Javier and Laura. Life was routine and uneventful and the only thing she cared about the larger galaxy was getting to explore it with Javi and Laura after they all graduated.

And then the batarian raid happened. Lisa didn’t see her parents die, but she did see friends die in the initial attack, as well as Laura’s dad. She had to watch Finn and his best friend(Talitha) get dragged to a shuttle. She, Javi, and Laura hid in a storage shed with their remaining younger siblings(one of Laura’s sisters was gone, too) in hopes of keeping them safe. They spent the next three days in there. They were found by a few batarian patrols, somehow managed to kill them all with bare hands and makeshift weapons(or stolen, Lisa got a pistol off one she killed), even as their own numbers got picked down, younger sibling by younger sibling, and then Laura, and then Javi, until.Lisa was the last one left, memory etched with hearing her best friends and younger brothers, brothers she’d promised her parents she’d look out for, die very terrible deaths.

She was found by a couple soldiers from the rescuing Alliance patrol, and actually attacked them when they first came in the storage shed. They had to calm her down, and one went so far as to pull off his helmet so she could see they were human and weren’t going to hurt her. He introduced himself as Gabe and guided her out of her personal hell, both literally and figuratively. After everything she’d witnessed and heard and knew had happened to the colony, to her home, at the hands of the batarians, Lisa didn’t feel the least bit guilty for being glad the Alliance killed every last one of the slaving bastard scum they found. She’d lost everyone in the world she cared about to those monsters, she had every right to be glad they paid for it.

The soldier, Gabe, stuck with her until she’d made it back to Earth and escorted her to the foster home that had agreed to take her in. checked up on her a few times, offered to let her live with him and his roommates(another man and a woman, all three of them soldiers) if she wanted to. She took him up on that, and by the end of the third or fourth month, he was big brother and best friend rolled into one. Being on Earth meant she didn’t really have much(if any) direct interaction with batarians, but she was still working through her trauma and every time she heard them mentioned in news reports it was batarian pirates attacking a civilian vessel or batarian slavers raiding another colony--human, turian, whatever, all it did was reinforce her hostile view of them as a race.

She joined the Alliance military when she turned eighteen, feeling it was the best way to act out her gratitude of them saving her. She still missed her family and friends, of course, but she was healing and adjusting and while batarians still get her hackles up, she wouldn’t go out of her way to cause trouble with them. Largely because that would reflect badly on the Alliance, and she doesn’t want that. She proves to be an excellent soldier, tech genius, and near-unparalleled sniper, which is what gets her the rec for N-school(courtesy of Captain Anderson, who was Gabe’s CO. Gabe introduced them the day she enlisted). She excels in N-school(she’s always been the sort to thrive on challenge) and is clearly going to graduate with flying colors, so she and Gabe work it out--he’s coming for the ceremony, they each manage to get leave for the following week, they’re gonna spend time catching up and celebrating and just get to see each other face to face for the first time in... over a year.

And then, the week before graduation, Gabe is killed rescuing a diplomat’s kid from, you guessed it, batarian pirates(he’s one of only three KIA on that mission, which doesn’t make it sting any less)..That is when they cross the point of no return in her eyes. Two separate groups of batarians are responsible for the deaths of her family twice over. Clearly this was not a “few bad individuals” thing; this is a failing of them as a people(A people who have enslaving others enshrined as part of their culture to the point of calling it discrimination when they’re not allowed to practice it).

She is a driven, pragmatic, determined individual who wants to represent humanity and the Alliance well and so works just fine alongside every other race in Council space. She’s always willing to help, also always willing to make the hard calls to get a job done bc she learned early that people die. You can’t save everyone every time. You still try your damnedest to do it, but sometimes you can’t. And sometimes people die as a result of your decisions and you have to be able to live with that. She can.

And then TORFAN. Well, first Elysium, and then Torfan. By this point, she’s N4, risen to Commander, and absolutely willing to push her squad however hard it takes to accomplish their goal. (In any circumstances, these just happen to hit a tad closer to home than usual) The fight through Torfan’s tunnels to the pirate base is brutal, and there are several times her men point out maybe they should turn back. But she pushes on bc their mission is to take out this group of pirates. In her mind, batarians are already a threat, given their culture of slaving, piracy, and utter disregard for life and others in general. If they get away with attempting a full-scale attack like they did on a world like Elysium, they’ll be exponentially more dangerous. So there have to be repercussions and they have to be swift and they have to be brutal and unflinching and if she’s the one who doles that out so be it.

It costs her 3/4 of her squad, but they do it. They fight the pirates to the point of surrender and then Lisa shoots them anyway. Her mission was to eliminate the enemy, and she’s A) worried the batarians are surrendering as a show, with no intention of actually being prisoners, and B) convinced even if they did surrender, the Hedgemony would demand their return as “political prisoners” or something, with good odds they’d be released after just enough time this “incident” will have faded from people’s memory, and she doesn’t want to risk either. So the dozen-odd surrendering batarians still.die. And while she didn’t take pleasure or satisfaction in doing it, she doesn’t regret it either. Her thought process is somewhere along the lines of “These are sadistic, murdering, slaving scumbags, who have the audacity to ask for the mercy they would never in a million years show their victims. The galaxy is better off without them.”) She doesn’t care it gets her labelled “The Butcher of Torfan” and that people look askance at her when they know her record. She got the job done, the galaxy is just that much safer, and she’s not going to lose any sleep over batarians.

She makes N7 and gets the Spectre nomination bc she pushes herself just as hard as anyone under her command, always gets the job done, and--aside from batarians--has no issue working with other races. When it comes to anyone else; turians, asari, hanar, whoever, she’s all too happy to follow Kaidan’s “jerks and saint, just like us” philosophy and judge them on an individual basis, but--and I’ve actually had her say this in fic--”If you ever find a saintly batarian, let me know and I’ll pin a medal on their chest my-damn-self”. Between what’s known of batarians as a race and culture and her own first or second hand experience, there is nothing redeeming about them in her eyes. (And it’s a very good thing she didn’t run into any during that... week after the Talitha encounter in ME1, bc she probably would have ripped them to shreds with just her bare hands and her omnitool after hearing what that poor girl went through.) She’s not going to go out of her way to gleefully/vindictively slaughter them, but she’s not feeling too charitable or sympathetic toward them, either. If I may make a cross-franchise reference, Lisa’s feeling on batarians are very similar to how Fenris feels about mages in DA2, only unlike him, she hasn’t gotten any examples they’re not all Like That(TM).

As of the end of ME2, she has not seen any evidence to counter her view of batarians, so it’s a view she’s gonna go into ME3 holding(whenever I get around to completely redoing her game), and I don’t see her changing it much at this point. It’s a flaw, and it’s one that’s going to persist probably her entire life, but it made playing her so much fun. (especially since my two previous Shepards were 98% Paragon ANGELS who are best described as bleeding hearts. xD)

#lisa shepard #mass effect meta #hooo boy that got long #torfan #mindoir #tried to stay vague about what she saw on mindoir but if it's still bad enough i should tag let me know #mindoir was BAAAAD

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crewfm · 4 years ago

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･ﾟ ☾ round two of intros and none the less messy ! crew’s a new muse so his intro will likely be shorter than ripleys but who knows i love me a lil dancing hypebeast so maybe i’ll ramble on . disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

💀 * [ brandon arreaga + cis male + he / him ] —— have you met galamiel ‘ crew ‘ rivera ? they are a twenty - one year old junior currently studying music production & visual arts. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this gemini is fervent + jocular, as well as imprudent + mercurial. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. light shows in your messy dorm , feet that never cease moving , feeling the rumble of a pounding baseline in your chest . [ ooc: teddy. ]

EDIT : wanted and current connections can be found here !

galamiel alejandro luis santocruz rivera ( the family had a ton of people they needed to honor in the naming system ) is born smack dab in the middle of a huge family of seven siblings . his dad works construction and his mom is the sweet woman who mans the butcher counter at the local grocery store that is in the heart of their tiny new mexico suburb .

children of immigrants , his older siblings tend to jump into working straight after graduating , with his brothers taking on the family construction business and his sister working as a secretary for a local school . nobody really dreams of leaving their town except for one bright eyed baby boy , who points out an airplane that flies overhead every time he spots one

nicknames come and go until ‘santocruz’ becomes the family moniker , eventually shortening to just crew when the white kids at school inevitably butcher it .

good natured and curious , he’s less complacent than his siblings were but more willing to take risks , asking questions and pulling things apart in order to put them back together . his middle school teachers tell his parents that he shows great promise for a future in engineering , given his smarts and curiosity at such a young age .

his father takes it even harder when crew begins to dress more eccentrically , the sole creative of a family so rooted in their simple way of life . when crew expresses interest in music and stays back after school to join the dance team , it’s a stark difference from the football games and soccer matches his father was so used to cheering at for his other children .

though he never says it outright , crew isn’t oblivious to the rift between himself and his father , the unspoken rejection after crew refuses to work for him one summer in favor of going to los angeles on an internship for a production studio . it hurts like hell , but the support of his mother and his more understanding siblings is enough to keep his head up .

he comes to holloway as more of an escape than anything , a desire to leave the sleepy desert town that suffocated him and truly breathe before his plans to move to LA permanently . he’s the first to go to college in his family , setting the example for his younger siblings , and even if it’s not for engineering like his parents had hoped , his mother still proudly flaunts his school logo everywhere she can .

he’s studying music production with the intention of becoming a producer , posting music to his soundcloud every weekend that he produces from his mini studio set up in his dorm room . he’s double majoring in visual arts bc he’s an artsie bitch and just likes to be able to wax poetic about proportions and negative space and having an opportunity to do so without being called pretentious is invaluable to him .

PERSONALITY : crew is a ball of energy simply trying to make it through each day . he has an eye for art that keeps him centered on seeking out pretty things and new experiences that can inspire his creativity . it’s not unlikely to find him microtripping on a casual tuesday and wanting to go explore a church ‘ for the architecture . ’ he has zero filter and tends to use humor to placate the average situation , passionate about making people feel something whether its through his art or through his presence .

he’s not necessarily outgoing , but is dedicated to his inner circle . romantically , he’s the type to write or perform about every interaction he’s had , leading to rather intense flings that are often shortlived despite the illusion that crew was invested . he doesn’t know how to do things in small doses and tends to burn himself out due to this .

one of his fatal flaws is his tendency to not take the world at face value and act on impulse , following whims without thinking them through and having a reputation for being rather unpredictable and hard to follow .

RANDOM : dresses the way he does bc he thinks fashion is fun and if u cant fw the vision he doesn’t want ur energy near him !

secure in his masculinity and his sexuality , openminded about his attraction to energies rather than simply physical features

every time he ft’s his mom with a new piercing or tattoo she’s like ‘ mijo you can get all the mess you want on your body but dont TOUCH YOUR FACE ’

pretentious and goofy all at once and that’s sort of his brand ?

likes to pretend he’s a photographer but he really doesn’t know what he’s doing . some of his shit do be comin out cool tho !

loves his homies . would genuinely get his friend’s names tattooed on him he said im loyal for LIFE

dances semi-professionally and has been in some music videos for notable rappers / hip hop singers !

#holloway.intro

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disgrays-on · 7 years ago

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raising baby birds for dummies

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Bruce Wayne // Reader

A/N: a friend asked me to write:

a no cape au where bruce and the reader are two people who are young and in love and married and have the time and money to be able to adopt a bunch of children despite not knowing how to tend and care for them.

i present them with this instead. completely butchered every single character bc this is self indulgent stuff anyways. also i love kid fics. enjoy!

If you were asked when it had all began, your answer would be the day you met Bruce Wayne.

It all started slowly. As he was, Bruce was an extremely complicated man, had layers upon layers that needed to be peeled back before one could really truly know the man. He was Gotham born and bred, a rich, single socialite with the good looks to make up for whatever he was lacking in between. You supposed that was enough to make a person put up walls as solid and sturdy as his were. That hadn’t been enough of a deterrent for you though. You were young, attractive and successful. The light in the darkness that was the city itself, the personification of the soothing and healing that the people craved. Gotham’s sweetheart, they called you. You had caught Bruce’s eyes so easily, had made your way to his heart so effortlessly as if you had already owned it, as if it was already yours.

News of your blooming relationship had made front page news for about a week and became the talk of everyone for about forever when it had lasted far longer than any of your or Bruce’s previous relationships had. Anyone could just about see the amount of love and adoration he had for you and the amount of love and adoration you had for him so no one had exactly been surprised when an engagement was announced. There was a steady thrum of thrill and excitement running through the city in the months leading up to your marriage, an unspoken approval that was unneeded but definitely appreciated.

There was not a specific moment that you could recall when you and Bruce had discussed having children. You had gotten questions regarding having kids even before you were married to Bruce, during interviews and press conferences. You would always laugh then and would tell them that while you did want children, you would have them when you were ready. You had always adored children and Bruce was an only child so you supposed it was only inevitable that the two of you ended up with a bunch of your own. You and Bruce were young and in love and the Manor was an incredibly huge amount of space for just you and him and Alfred and the occasional cleaning crew that came every now and again. All of a sudden, coming home to your bunch of rowdy kids and watching Disney movies every other night and tucking your kids in and reading them bedtime stories every night became some sort of a normal, became something that you couldn’t imagine exchanging for anything.

The first child came in the form of one Richard Grayson. When you had first met him, he was a small boy who had bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile even through all the pain and grief that he went through. The process of adopting him was frustratingly difficult and so much more mentally exhausting than you imagined it would be. But when Dick had looked up at you with the same pearly blue eyes and a shy smile after you told him that he was finally yours and Bruce’s, you can't help but think that it was all worth it.

The first time all three of you make a public appearance is the day you had decided to shop for groceries in lieu of Alfred. The three of you had tried not to attract too much attention but it was easier said than done. With the adoption news being so recent and the public having never seen your child, the three of you were flooded with paparazzi almost instantly. Bruce stuck by your side with a steady arm around your waist as he led you and Dick who was tucked in your arms around the crowd of people and paparazzi trying to get pictures of him.

In the end, the grocery store you had chosen to go to shut itself off for the public and the three of you shopped in relative peace (with just a tiny bit of guilt at the back of your mind). You end up setting an account for pictures of your little boy, the first being a picture of your son sitting on his father’s lap with his head thrown back in laughter, a smidge of ice cream on his nose.

A little while later, Bruce comes home with a scrappy young boy, a little rough around the edges, a bit harsh and jagged. He was so incredibly brilliant and such a good person that you fall in love with him within the first ten minutes of meeting him. You’re pretty sure that that had been the quickest that you’ve ever fallen for somebody. When Jason was out of earshot - corralled away by Alfred and Dick to freshen up and explore the Manor - your husband announced to you, with determined eyes and the same resolve that you’ve come to know and love him for, that the both of you would be adopting him. You had laughed and had given him a big kiss before promptly agreeing.

If you thought Dick was spoiled, then you weren't sure what Jason was. Whatever he wanted (that Bruce deemed reasonable enough) was his. Bruce loved the boy so dearly, doted on him so much and understandably so. The boy, still so small for his age, was never out of eyesight, never not hoisted up on yours or Bruce's hips, never too far from where Alfred could reach him. Despite the scowl or pout he put on whenever he was carried, Jason’s arms still end up weaved around your neck tightly.

While Dick had been quite hesitant at first, Jason and he grow close soon enough, taking it upon himself to look after his younger brother. When they’re in the Manor, Dick and Jason can usually be found with their hands linked together, the eldest of the two yammering away and the youngest taking his thumb out of his mouth long enough to chip in with a response whenever he saw fit. During galas or whenever there were too many people around for it to be comfortable, Dick usually had one protective arm around his little brother, smiling politely as they're fawned and cooed over. Your heart soared whenever you see the both of them, whether they’re getting along or squabbling over the littlest things.

Timothy comes around a little bit later, all shy and timid, but the whole family coaxes him out of that soon enough, his sweet little laughter ringing out through the Manor along with the laughter of your other two boys. They get along easier than you expected they would. You and Bruce enjoyed spending time with all three of the boys, tucked into each others’ side and watching as your children played with each other around the expansive grounds of the estate. To see Bruce so content was addicting. His happiness was infectious. You could never resist brushing your lips against his whenever he got that joyous.

More often than not, you find all three of your kids huddling together on one of the lounge chairs in the Manor’s sitting room, Dick and Jason on either side of your youngest boy and your laptop on his lap. You would clear your throat and watch as all three boys stiffen up. Trying your hardest not to laugh at their panicking, you would retrieve your laptop and put it to the side before threatening them with a serious round of tickles. Their scampering away was always the funniest. Sometimes, you got Bruce to help round them up and dump them all on yours and Bruce’s bed before the both of you would unleash the tickles. Their combined peals of laughter and their flushed cheeks never failed to make you grin. These times usually ended in cuddles with you and Bruce sandwiching the three boys, hands intertwined over all of your kids.

Cassandra comes after that and regardless of how much Bruce denies it, he’s completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers. It took less than an hour for your boys to warm up to her, less than an hour before they were sharing their toys and possessions with Cass. When you had told them that the little girl would be around to stay, they had whooped out of joy because now there was an even number of them and they could finally split off equally. She was quieter than your boys, doesn’t really speak all that much, and everyone tries their hardest to not push but you could see the kids’ increasing frustration at how difficult it was. A month into her stay at the Manor, all of you signed up for sign language classes at Alfred’s recommendation.

She was quick on her feet, loved to play hide and seek because she was the best at it and none of the boys could ever seem to find her without external help (Bruce). You’re not sure why but a little part of you thinks that now Cass was around the boys were definitely learning how to be sneakier. Of course, it would be a while before they could really sneak up on you with the giggles that you could still hear regardless of how hard they tried to stifle it. But nothing could beat the joy that you truly felt whenever you saw all four of them together. Now you had four little pairs of feet running around in the Manor, four little tiny humans to give you warm hugs and great big smooches on your cheeks in the mornings, four little bundles of joy that would huddle around you and Bruce when movie night came around.

Damian's arrival almost breaks you. The toddler had taken your breath away as soon as your eyes fall on him, and not in a good way. You had known, almost instantly and with absolute certainty, that he was Bruce's. You had half the mind to get angry, to yell at Bruce because how could he? Instead, you lead him to your study, sit across him to keep distance between the two of you and calmly ask for an explanation as to how this could have happened. You had your other kids who needed you, who depended on you and counted on you to not just up and leave. Regardless of all the pain that you were feeling, all the insecurity and the tears, they were the only ones holding you together. You listen as your husband poured his heart out to you and no matter how much you didn’t want it to, you find your anger slowly dissipating.

While the both of you discussed - it was more Bruce talking to you and you trying your hardest not to do anything that you might regret, to be honest - Alfred had taken the kids out for a day in the city. Despite that, they still come back a little sullen and a little upset. Maybe they had detected the animosity in the air before they had left, or maybe they had noticed the way your smile never seemed to reach your eyes like it usually does.

Damian steals your heart easily enough in the end with his all too familiar eyes and his petulant little self. It was difficult not to get attached to him because he was just adorable, even with the glaring and the grumbling. He loved getting cuddled despite how much he wriggled and squirmed around in one’s arms. You only know this because he had cried for the longest time when you had put him down on the ground after it seemed like he didn’t want to be carried by you. Dick loved the idea of having another little one to care for while the rest had been more careful but they grow fond of the youngest boy soon enough. You knew Damian loved the attention he was getting from his siblings even if he didn’t show it much.

“He’s like a little cat, Bruce.” You had said after another round of tears from Damian after you had placed him down. He had looked so affronted when he was on his own feet, turning to you with a betrayed look on his face when he realised he was no longer in your arms. Bruce had taken one look at his youngest son before humming thoughtfully, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips. You took it as an approval of your claim.

One morning found you extremely uncomfortable, an annoyingly painful throbbing at the back of your head and your throat incredibly hoarse from all the coughing you’ve been doing. You didn’t think you were old enough for all the pain that you were feeling in every single part of your body to

be justified. You had anticipated this because it seemed impossible for you to not get sick at least once a year. You were miserable, longing for the days when you foolishly took an unblocked nose and a clear head for granted. Bruce had given you a sympathetic look, ducking down to brush his lips against your forehead and running his hand through your hair comfortingly.

“I’ll get Alfred for you.” He had said, with softened eyes and a tender smile on his face. You tried your best to return his smile, to keep looking at your husband, but the sweet embrace of sleep was far too tempting. You felt him plant another kiss on your temple before he straightened up. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Keep the kids away, ‘kay?” You remembered slurring out. You didn’t need them catching whatever it was that you had. You heard Bruce reply with a short hum before you fell asleep.

The next time you woke up, Alfred had soup and hot tea on a tray, your medicines to the side, ready for you to consume. You gave him a small smile before thanking him. You were glad that you could always count on him to know exactly what you needed.

“Where are the kids?” You croaked out, wincing at how grainy your voice sounded.

“Master Bruce has taken it upon himself to try and distract the children.” Alfred threw you a pointed look, one you couldn’t help but smile at because that could mean that they were up to anything. You could only hope that whatever it was that it wouldn’t cause too much of a mess. You had only ever gotten sick a handful of times over the years but this would be the first time with all five of them around. You could still remember the one time you had gotten sick, when it had only been you and Bruce and the three boys, and they had tried to cook for you. The resulting product was not…inedible but eating it hadn’t been pleasant either. Thankfully, Alfred had been around to stop that.

You cringed at the memory, “I hope they’re not in the kitchen, Alfred.”

Alfred had remained unexpressive as he agreed but you could see the mirth in his eyes. Once you were finished with your meal and your meds, he had tucked you in and promised to be back to check up on you soon.

Consciousness came and went but you never seemed to be alone for long in the moments that you were aware. Bruce comes and checks up on you multiple times, caressing your cheeks and pushing your hair back from your forehead, always looking incredibly soft when he does. You would always find yourself leaning into his touch because you were burning and his cool hands were a pleasant reprieve from the heat.

You get much better a day later, even if you were still coughing a bit and still slightly sore. You were sat on your bed with your feet still tangled in the sheets, enjoying a nice cup of tea courtesy of Alfred, when you were pulled away from the article you were reading by whispers outside your door. The not-so-hushed conversation brought a smile to your face almost instantly.

“But Dad said not to.”

“Yeah but that was yesterday.”

Silence.

“We can just peek in for a bit.”

A toddler’s short noise of agreement.

“This is a bad idea. If Dad finds out-”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. He’s not going find out.”

The door to your room burst open and all your kids brightened up when they realised that you were awake. Jason, still on his tiptoes from opening the door, had grinned at you boyishly. Tim was close behind, peering into the room while holding onto Cass’ hand. Behind all of them, your eldest son was holding Damian, the usual bright smile on his face. Your heart swelled at the sight of them. How you had missed them.

“Hi, kids.” You said, raising your eyebrows at them, the smile still on your face. “Did Alfred say you could be in here?”

At least your kids had the decency to look guilty before they scrambled up into your bed and slipping in under the sheets. Damian wriggled in Dick’s arms, huffing and puffing when he couldn’t get to you. You could just about see the hints of the incoming tears so you decided to relieve your Dick of your youngest child. The pout dropped from Damian’s face when you pressed kisses onto his cute little cheeks. You ran your fingers through Jay’s curls, had tucked Tim and Cass closer and pressed a kiss to Dick’s temple for being such good sports. You hated being sick but you hated being away from your kids even more. They were already making themselves comfortable, snuggling in closer and regaling you with the tales of what had gone down while you were stuck in bed. You were pretty sure you heard something about burnt food somewhere in there. You hoped they hadn’t made too much of a mess for Alfred to clean up. Bruce spent about a minute pretending to be stern with the kids before dropping all of it and slipping into the bed as well.

As much as you enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with getting sick, you couldn't imagine wanting to trade the joy you got from spending time with your family with anything, ever.

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allmydokkuns · 3 years ago

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B r UH IM VIBRATING IUT OF MY MIND RN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW I JUST-- where do I start??? I was half asleep when I posted this tbh but some of the stuff you got here is just lovely to riff off of if you don't mind!!

I feel like Huaisang as the older brother would be really cool to see? Like we know he's perfectly capable of leading a sect even if it wasn't how canon Mingjue might have foreseen, but my theory in MingCheng sect swap is that since Huaisang is older, then that explains him going to the Cloud Recesses several times and that would explain Qinghe's friendship with Gusu right? Xichen would still be the same age range so I think they would become friends! I have a hard time imagining Huaisang as being as gung-ho about saber proficiency as canon Mingjue but like I said earlier, he's already proven he doesn't need to be on a battlefield to win the war if you know what I mean. But I feel that unlike Mingjue Huaisang would say "fuck it" and go digging for any kind of options that might help Jiang Cheng overcome the family curse, so to speak, ASAP, bc while Huaisang knows how to defend himself he also has a younger brother with anger issues that will predecease him if he doesn't do anything about it, and he's not inclined to marry young and pop out babies ffs.

For me here the basis of Huaisang's and Xichen's friendship is Huaisang's refusal to cultivate in the same way that got his father killed, so his fighting style when he does utilize it is not recognizably purely Nie, it's more like Nie this, Gusu Lan that (bc you can't tell me he wouldn't absorb stuff he's seen from Xichen), "low blow" there... Whatever works to keep him alive, + casting away his pride to beg Xichen and the Grandmaster for anything that might help his younger brother.

In terms of sect matters... I think Huaisang and Jiang Cheng would hot potato between diplomatic/trade relations and the martial discipline side, with Jiang Cheng usually taking point for fighting and Huaisang for most other things since he's older, kind of what people usually fanon for the Twin Jades in Gusu dynamic, except I headcanon their duo name to be the Twin Blades of Qinghe Nie!! As the heir Huaisang would have had more prep in the way of tactics and stuff, so that + his natural tendency to plot for the long run when he's sufficiently motivated would take him far enough to become quite the force in the Sunshot Campaign!!

In this dynamic I still see Qinghe Nie picking up Meng Yao though it'd be Jiang Cheng being pissed at how discriminatory ppl are probably? When Huaisang first ascended to leadership he probably had (and still has) been ridiculed for an apparent lack of swordsmanship (kind of like how people were perturbed when WWX didn't carry Suibian anymore?) so talk shit about Nie Huaisang, get hit by Nie Wanyin? They're part of a sect whose founder was a butcher ffs don't go pretending you're better than him kinda vibe. You could make the argument that since Mingjue picked him up originally he should still do it even though he's a Jiang now but Madam Yu is Madam Jin's sworn sister, and she probably won't tolerate a bastard son whose existence is a glaring neon sign that Jin Guangshan is a piece of shit husband very well...

Anyway imagine Meng Yao, Jiang Cheng and Huaisang all colluding together to stage Meng Yao's desertion so he still becomes their spy, except Meng Yao now has 2-3 people he knows will have his back in the Campaign (assuming he still ends up in the right time and place to shelter Xichen, because Xichen is integral to the effort). Also Jiang Cheng has nobody to be measured against but his da-ge, who never picks up a saber if he doesn't need to, bc why does he need to when his little brother and entire sect is perfectly capable of being his strong arm in public? Jiang Cheng being confident in his place in his Sect and his da-ge's regard?? VERY good fucking food!!

That argument for Xue Yang being taken to Yunmeng is interesting and if you could find a way to make it happen I'd love to see it tbh!

If we give Huaisang and Jiang Cheng the same age gap as there seems to be in the canon Nie bros then Jiang Cheng is much more likely to befriend WWX and co and also maybe stop WWX from punching out Zixuan, what if Gusu Trio was JC, WWX and JZX instead??. Also, the age gap and difference in status between Huaisang as Sect leader Nie and Jiang Cheng's cohort means that due to etiquette the other sect heirs aren't likely to try and befriend Huaisang, but that's fine because Huaisang has a friend in Xichen and also Meng Yao as he comes along, and quite possibly has a whole network of scholarly friends, etc. However. HOWEVER.

May I present to you the idea of "known each other since childhood and actually get along" Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji?? That is some good fucking food that I almost never get to eat in this fandom and I'm marinading in my salt! Also!! Instead of Lan Wangji having absolutely no friends outside of his brother imagine him not understanding why he Feels Things around Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng being like "bro... BRO..." Like. I bet Huaisang would bring Jiang Cheng with him to Gusu and I feel like Jiang Cheng's natural seriousness and devotion to his sect would click more nicely with LWJ than Huaisang's canon young self.

In Yunmeng Jiang, I think Mingjue's sense of morality would let him let go of the need of Jiang Fengmian's approval easier than Jiang Cheng; basically, "I love those who love me back," so he would put his energy into sheltering Yanli and WWX from the sad state of affairs that is Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian's marriage, and avoid that landmine by focusing on his duties as sect heir.

I kind of favor Mingjue as being older than Yanli, with a smaller age gap than JC and JYL, but it might also work the other way around as long as WWX is younger than them both. If Mingjue is second oldest or even the oldest like... Imagine... I give you, Madame Yu teaching Mingjue how to wield Zidian (or a spiritual whip similar to it, which then translates into Mingjue being able to kick the everliving fuck out of Wen Chao and co. after Zidian passes into his hands after the Massacre of Lotus Pier, which also means Core-Melting hand or no, Wen Zhuliu doesn't get the chance to get the best of Mingjue + WWX fighting together as a true duo, though they still need the Wen sibs to hide them and they still get separated and bc Wen Chao is shit WWX still gets dropped in the Burial Mounds (bc demonic cultivation still needs to happen, but again, Mingjue backs his brother and the Wen Remnants so no one dies. And Meng Yao has no need to plot against Huaisang because he has no reason to doubt Huaisang's support, and they can work together to kick Jin Guangshan in the crotch.)

Tl;dr even if you take nothing else away from this I'll sum it up for y'all:

Nie Huaisang as the General behind the Sunshot Campaign

Jiang Cheng Nie Wanyin being able to support, love and be proud of his da-ge without the parental nastiness

Jiang Nie Mingjue and Wei Wuxian fulfilling the Yunmeng Shuangjie-sized hole in our hearts

Jiang Mingjue wielding Zidian like he deserves, + Nie Wanyin with a saber as mighty as his intolerance for petty bullshit!

Meng Yao, having true support from Qinghe Nie and Gusu Lan (+Yunmeng Jiang if he got to study with WWX and co), flipping the bird at his piece of shit sperm donor

Y'all where are the NMJ and JC polyshippers at like can you imagine the kind of lovely fanart that we could have if more of us jumped on the bandwagon like

Mingjue in cord wrapped or ribbon wrapped braids instead of just the coils, or if it's one of the Jiang sibs doing his hair like small wrapped braids in his ponytail if you're leaning more towards donghua Mingjue

The wrapped braid style is something I remember seeing on both CQL Yanli and WWX but not on Jiang Cheng and I'm a bit sad about that tbh

Actually just like let Mingjue have hair ribbons too like I know that's WWX's kind of thing design wise but I feel like da-ge could rock it too? Like it can even be black or gray ffs but with subtle gold or bronze colored threads to catch the light depending on which design you prefer

But also like JC in the Qinghe Nie coiled style with specially commissioned floral hairpins sounds cool too... It's hard to imagine him in a color that isn't purple but I feel like properly reimagined it could work! Like the small hair ornaments that pin da-ge's braids to the sides in CQL do look floral to me, though it's hard for me to tell squinting at my phone but!! In an AU where Nie bros gift him smth, my bet is it's gonna be some kind of hair ornament I mean Huaisang gave MY one of his own... This is all in some kind of vague polyverse where no one gets betrayed and dies btw but I feel like JC could use a bit of love and affection in the form of somebody other than himself doing his hair for him

Also I know some people have done sect swaps for fanfic with Xicheng but I feel like doing it for MingCheng, NieLan, etc would be a really cool challenge tbh. Not just the writing of it but seeing what other ppl come up with would be so cool??

#Nie Mingjue #Nie Huaisang #Jiang Wanyin (Jiang Cheng)#Wei Wuxian (Wei Ying)#MingCheng sect swap #aAAAAAA #i think i will sit down and try to draw this later #Penny for my thoughts but a dollar for my insights #someone-in-thegalaxy #Nie Wanyin #Jiang Mingjue #i have a lot of feelings about this so sue me wygd?#¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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alarkling · 8 years ago

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why don't you ship delena? I'm not trying to start a discourse or say that you're wrong for shipping stelena (bc honestly so do I) but I used to ship delena A LOT when I watched the show and I preferred them over stelena, but lately I have felt a bit iffy about them bc I realized how unhealthy/toxic they are and I'm just curious what your reasons are for preferring stelena. so if you don't mind, why do you ship stelena and what are some reasons you don't like delena?? thanks for the answer:)

(in addition to my last ask) also, do you ship anyone else on tvd, other than stelena?

this might or might not get long bc i have a lot of reasons and just…. tvd and me, we go way back nijxckjjxk

basically, i used to ship delena too when i was 12-13/14. like let’s not lie to ourselves, their peak was s1-s2 and the ust was great, as well as their banter. i still believed that “a love that consumes you until you go mad” was a good thing, at that time. i didn’t know shit about relationships; clearly, the description above is the prime example of toxicity. i started to read the books as season 3 rolled around and i noticed how much i preferred stefan there… how beautiful stelena was, in the sense that besides the vampire aspect, they were something i aspired to have too. a relationship with trust, motivation, pushing the other person to be the better version of themselves, mutual love and general acceptance of the other and their life. no manipulation. no abusing your powers. and it really opened my eyes. these things were also in the show with stelena. season 4 and esp season 5 really made me lose interest in the show bc delena was getting that prime spot and i couldn’t be bothered with damon and his toxic ass and how julie plec butchered elena’s character after her becoming a vampire and getting sired to damon. everything went to shit. delena became julie plec’s wet dream. elena started as sunshine incarnate and ended up being…. whatever the fuck she was later on. you goddamn better believe s1!elena would be disappointed af in s5-s6!elena. (also ppl don’t @ me about character development bc i know what character development is,, this isn’t it.) while i did like damon at the beginning bc of the “bad boy” trope (i was a fucking cliché), i was always :/// about his “““relationship””” with caroline and what he did to her. and it really hit me, as i grew up as a person and as i opened myself to other people as well, that projecting that kind of behavior on screen was not!!! okay!!! i was involved with my own entitled assholes to understand that damon was one of them as well. (kind of like will*am in skam, idk u watch it) not only that, but damon basically killed jeremy???? 10383 times???? like at that point idk how anyone with the right mind would even consider dating someone who has snapped the neck of your younger brother… dated your biological mother….. compelled your friend to have sex with them, etc etc…… ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ besides this feeling of loving “madly” someone (it was an obsession!!!!!! it’s not healthy) and ian and nina’s earlier chemistry, i really don’t see that many qualities delena & damon had. plus. i love paul wesley. sue me. i love his portrayal as stefan. nd i accept stefan’s past as ripper. because while this show is supernatural and his powers as a vampire were fiction, the aspects aforementioned about damon are not. he was obsessive and thought he was entitled to have elena (past s2 esp!!). this can happen to anyone in a toxic relationship. stefan loved elena. stefan would have given up everything for her. he didn’t pressure her into anything. he just loved her. and really, you don’t have to meet someone first to make it the relationship™ of your life @ julie plague.idk there are a lot of other things but i stopped watching the show a long ass time ago and my memory is bad soooo (also i’d say klaroline tbh. that’s the only other ship that left an impression on me and that comes to mind. i know klaus was problematic as hell and i acknowledge it (idk how he is in the originals bc i don’t watch it), but the fact that he pushed caroline to accept her new self and her powers, and the fact that he wanted her to live and prosper….. i loved that. i really did.)

#this ask made me happy bc i love ranting hdfjkhfksdj #i rly feel u on everything u said tho!!#anti delena #anti damon #tvd #anti julie plec #what was her other tag.... i forgot bhjhfsdj #anon #answered

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milkywaystarboy · 8 years ago

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Monsters

Karolina’s Playlist (1k Followers Celebration Challenge)

Prompt: Monsters by Ruelle (link to YouTuble lyric video)

Pairing: none

Word Count: 2594

Summary: A djinni named Kamaria runs from the Winchesters, who want them dead. They try to explain to the infamous brothers that the world isn’t black and white, and that Sam and Dean are just as much monsters as they are. A friendly monster fic with a nonbinary Arabic main character. Enjoy, my friends, and maybe one day this will be a series.

Warnings: there aren’t really any, though I do apologize for Kamaria violating the Winchesters’ minds with their djinn magic

Tags: @loveitsallineed @eruthiawenluin @zzzett @itsallintheeyeofthebeholder

My heart pounds in my throat as I run down an alley, not daring to throw a glance over my shoulder as I flee. Mama always told me to watch out for hunters, and now here I am, running from two of North America’s best known. I dash around a corner and curse loudly; dead end. The sound of footsteps grows louder and I look around, trying to find an escape. Bags of trash and dumpsters and shoddily-locked doors meet my eyes and a plan forms quick enough for me to enact it.

Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters of the supernatural and monsters in their own right, speed around the corner, guns drawn. They hesitate at the sight of the empty alley, then continue down it, cautious of the many hiding places I could be in. I watch them from behind a pile of trash bags. Dean notices a door broken open with a light blue trace of magic on it and moves closer to it, Sam turning his back to me as he covers Dean. Moving quickly, I get behind Sam and reach up to touch his temple, knocking him out and sending him into a dream.

I duck behind a dumpster, which puts me in Dean’s blind spot when he turns at the sound of his brother hitting the ground. “Sam!” he says, nearly a shout, and hurries to kneel beside him. “Wake up!” Then he’s also on the ground, a touch from my hand putting him into a nearly identical dream as his brother’s.

My breathing is ragged and my heart is still racing a mile a minute, but the threat is over, for now. Rummaging around in Dean’s pockets, I find the keys to his car. Back to the diner they’d chased me from, then I drive the classic Impala to the alleyway and manage to drag the overgrown men into their car to make it look like they fell asleep while parked at the curb. They’ll sleep for about an hour or so, giving me enough time to head out of town for somewhere quieter.

Maybe, while they’re out and after I’ve made it a fair distance, I’ll take a minute to plant an idea in their minds. An idea that not all monsters are truly monsters. And maybe I’ll tell them some of the bedtime stories my mama would tell me before sending me to sleep.

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Since the beginning of time, there have been monsters among the humans. God created his humans, but Eve was the mother of monsters. Her first children were the Leviathans and the Alphas, and from the Alphas came the rest of us.

The world was large, and our Alphas led us to settle far from each other so that our feeding grounds wouldn’t overlap. The djinn settled in the Middle East, our dark skin ideal protection against the harsh desert sun.

Humans were easy prey at first. Gullible and soft, unaware of the danger in the world. Some fought back, of course, but were unsuccessful… and then, by a fluke, a butcher discovered how to kill us: a silver blade, coated in the blood of a lamb.

Soon, the butcher’s family started to hunt us, and we were forced from our homes, unable to pass as human. We retreated to ruins in the desert and resorted to luring in unwary travelers with the promise of making their deepest desires come true.

We survived, for a time, content to gain our sustenance in this way. The djinn slowly spread out, taking to caves as well as ruins for shelter. The Alpha remained near to the town she had originally settled in, taking two humans every few months. One to turn into another djinn, and one to teach the newborn how to feed.

Then hunters started moving around the world, meeting other hunters and exchanging information. They spread stories of monsters hiding in ruins on well-traveled roads, taking victims by night or day. It became harder for the djinn to survive, so we evolved again, taking to dark alleyways and unsuspecting passersby in the cities we had previously abandoned.

I was born in the upper room of an abandoned building in the year 1 BC, child of the Alpha and a newborn male djinn. My father died quickly (he was far too brash and careless), and so my mother and I moved to a different city.

She would tell me stories of hunters, of how merciless they were in their killings. How they would single-mindedly track down any creature they believed to be in the wrong and kill them, no matter how much evidence pointed to their innocence. She warned me to never trust a human, no matter how harmless they seemed, because any of them could have the knowledge of a hunter.

Hunters are the real monsters, she told me. And they have yet to prove her wrong.

~~~

The man laid out on the fold-out couch is pale and gaunt, nearly dead. And good riddance, too. The man was an abuser and child molester, set free on a technicality. Now he’s living in a dream world where he went to prison, as he should have, as I feed off him. I remove the tube in his arm that was slowly draining him of blood and close it off, wrapping it up with the blood bag and putting into a special container. It’ll stay at body temperature in there, ready for me to drink from when I need it.

I fast forward the dream he’s in, giving enough poison to end his life within a few minutes. As he lays there twitching in REM, I pack my bags and leave. It’ll be a race to see who finds the body first, the cleaners or the Winchesters, but either way, my message will be clear. I place a folder with the man’s history on his chest and leave.

~~~

Everyone knows the Winchesters. That is, every supernatural creature in North America, from the youngest child to the oldest scarred survivor, knows the Winchesters. Either from personal experience or from stories told like horror tales around a campfire.

They’re practically serial killers. If the government knew about all the people dead at the hands of the brothers, they’d use all their resources to track them down and arrest them. They’d be put on trial and sentenced to death or life in prison.

The members of the supernatural community know to stay clever to stay one step ahead of the Winchester men. Even just one misstep can lead to death at the hands of a weapon specifically made to end us. They know our weaknesses, and so we must learn theirs in return.

Their greatest weakness is each other. Story after story tells of one sacrificing himself for the other. But there are more. Dean has weaknesses for junk food and sweets, a good woman, and a night of drinks and pool. Sam is harder to gauge; some stories spin him as the more compassionate and more likely to spare someone if they’re proved innocent, but some tell he’s the more aggressive and ruthless. The only weakness mentioned is demon’s blood, but then it turned into a strength.

The magic of the djinn allows us to see our victims’ greatest fears and most desperate wishes. For a long time, we thought that if we could grab the Winchesters, we could learn their weaknesses. However, the only djinn able to capture Dean was quickly killed by Sam, and so they remain a mystery. But not for long…

~~~

It’s months before the Winchesters catch up with me again. This time I’m prepared for them and the empty warehouse I’ve made my home is set up as a trap. I wait, hidden in the rafters, watching them as they search the building for me. Dean’s the first to go down, his ankles caught in a noose that drags him up towards the ceiling. As Sam shouts, I dash over to the older brother and grab his arm, letting the poison in my magic seep into his skin to knock him out.

Sam takes longer to catch. After watching Dean disappear towards the ceiling, he’s wary of my traps. So I allow him to wander, lose himself in the maze I’ve made, and when he’s stuck up against a dead end, I drop down on a rope to land silently behind him. “Sam,” I say, my voice soft.

He spins around, silver knife flashing in the low light. His face is almost confused, but then his jaw clenches and he steps forward. “Where is Dean?”

“Safe.” I hold my hands up and take a step back. “I merely wish to talk, but the two of you make that difficult.”

“Talk?”

“Think about it. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done so months ago when I got the better of you in that alleyway.”

The tall hunter hesitates, just for a second, and that’s my opening. Rumors of the younger brother’s empathy aside, it’s too risky to hope he’d disarm willingly. I dart forward and knock the knife out of his hand, reaching up to render him unconscious. He falls with a thump and I fashion a harness for him out of the end of the rope. The system of pulleys in the warehouse helps me get Sam up to the room where his brother is.

~~~

The Winchesters are broken men. That much is certain, now that their inner selves are laid bare for me to see. Raised in the hunting life, led by a father who was more like a drill sergeant. Who believed he was doing what was right and that it was the best he could do given the circumstances. His abuse was unintentional, but it was abuse and neglect nonetheless, and both of these men have suffered for it.

Dean’s crippling fear of not being good enough, of failing to protect his brother, is a result of too much responsibility given to him in his childhood. His own self-righteous need to be the one in charge, the one who is right and makes the decisions. Dependency on his brother leads him to make selfish choices which only hurt others, and he falls into the pattern of the same kind of unintentional abuse as his father.

Sam is the outcast, the unworthy, unclean child. Strove to fit in but realized it was futile and ran away, only to be brought back into the life by the same kind of disaster that made his father begin. His compassion and large heart comes from knowing what it means to be unloved and his desire that no one else feels that way if he can help it. But years of abuse, both physical and psychological, have broken him and made him into a man who believes that he has no choice but to live the life his father chose for him when he was six months old.

~~~

I’m seated in an armchair, watching the Winchesters as they wake from the dream I gave them that explained my actions. They’re tied to their own chairs, immobile for the time being. “Welcome back to the world of the waking,” I say with a smirk. Dean growls and jerks against the rope, but Sam just looks at me thoughtfully, and I know he at least was paying attention in the dream.

“I swear to god,” Dean says. “As soon as I’m out of these ropes--”

“You’ll kill me, yes,” I interrupt. “Give me five minutes, though, and maybe you’ll rethink that decision.”

“You only kill people you think deserve it, right?” Sam asks, voice quiet.

“Right.” I smile slightly at him. “Criminals who got off clean because of corruption in the system.”

“Who are you to decide that?” the older Winchester says. “Who gave you the right?”

I raise an eyebrow, turning my attention back to him. “Who gave you the right to kill my kind and other beings like me? A drunk, obsessive ex-soldier looking for revenge for his dead wife?” That shuts him up, and I soften my expression, continuing. “I read stories in the papers of killers who get away because of a technicality, rapists whose victims are too scared to testify. The system is bogged down with cases and, more often than not, small time criminals, local ones who don’t make the news, get away and keep hurting people. So I make sure they pay for their crimes and allow myself to survive without harming innocents.”

Sam watches me, thoughtful expression on his face still, but Dean shrugs. “So what? You’re still killing people.”

“So are you.” I sigh, standing. “Look, I’ll stop killing criminals the second you stop killing ‘monsters’.” My fingers form air quotes and he rolls those bright green eyes of his. “You know you two are just as much monsters to the supernatural community as we are to you, right?”

Dean scoffs, but Sam looks down, something almost like sorrow in the lines of his face. “I know there are stories about us in the hunter world,” the younger man says. “I’m sure there are similar ones in your world too.”

I nod. “You two need to realize that the world isn’t made up of black and white. It’s more about gray morality than you think. I know covens of witches who work to improve the lives of the humans they share neighborhoods with, vampires who drink only from animals, werewolves who abstain from human hearts. Do they deserve to die just because of something that happened to them?” The two men are silent. “Of course not. Just as you two do not deserve to die despite the demon blood and becoming a demon.”

“How do you…” Dean starts, eyes narrowed.

“Djinn know the wishes and fears of humans, and are in their minds to control the dream when they feed off them. I’ve seen inside both of you while you were sleeping.” Dean growls again, and I almost feel guilty about the look of fear that crosses Sam’s face. “So here’s my deal. You two stop hunting me, and spread the word to other hunters to leave me alone. Make sure you take care from now on to double-check that the ‘monster’ you’re hunting is actually guilty, and I’ll do the same for my targets. In return, I’ll let you go, no worse for wear.”

“How do we know you’ll keep your end of the deal?” Sam asks.

“Trust me, the day I start killing innocents is the day I come to you and tell you I’m done living.” I step towards him, ignoring him flinching away as I untie him and let the ropes drop to the floor. “You have your freedom and your life. All I ask in return is my own.” Sam stands, and then holds out his hand. I shake it warily, but he smiles a little at me.

“Go,” he says, stepping over to Dean. “You have our word. And know we’ll find you if you break your promise.” I nod and leave, walking away quickly as Sam frees his brother.

“You’re just letting her go?” The older Winchester’s voice is loud and incredulous, and I smirk as Sam answers, though I can’t make out what he says. I look down at my cell phone as I get in my car, smiling at Sam’s number in my contacts. I’ll keep an eye on them, and maybe one day, hunter and hunted can work together for a common goal, for good.

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