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[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Jiang Cheng in the past for me 💜

a continuation of 1 2

Jiang Cheng leaves A-Ying with the innkeeper and goes to investigate the ghoul that's terrorizing the village. He's at the age where he's getting more and more upset about being left behind, but ten is a little young for something that's leaving behind bodies, even for A-Ying.

He doesn't mean to crash a Nie nighthunt, and it's a toss up which of them are more surprised when they stumble across each other. They don't even have a chance to puff their chests at one another before the literal nest of ghouls they're on top of explodes outward, leaving them no choice but to fight together.

Ghouls and Nie sabers do not mix well. The resentful energy in the blades attracts them like flies to honey, which is why his hunt for one aggressive ghoul has no transformed into an all out battle.

He saves a particularly tall Nie from getting stabbed in the back, then finds himself fighting back to back with him for the next hour. He's fought with plenty of Nie in his hold life, and even with his new style it's easy to anticipate his moves and fall into an easy pattern.

After, when they're surrounded by bodyparts, the man claps Jiang Cheng on the shoulder. "That has to be the fanciest swordwork I've seen from a wandering cultivator since the time I pissed of Cangse Sanren."

Wow. Just his luck that he's run into someone who knew A-Ying's mother. "Well, I can't claim a lineage that illustrious, but you're not bad yourself."

Several people throw him incredulous looks and he forces himself not to frown.

The man lets out a sharp, booming laugh. "Come, have a meal and rest with our party. It's the least we can do for your help."

He's exhausted and sticky and starving, but. "Thanks, but I left my son at the inn. If I don't return in a timely manner, he'll come after me."

Jiang Cheng had found that out the hard way. In A-Ying's defense, the last time his parents were late from a nighthunt, they never came back at all.

"Teenagers," the man says knowingly.

"He's ten, actually. He's just advanced," he sighs. He'd spent his childhood with Wei Wuxian getting him into trouble and now he's spending A-Ying's trying to keep him out of it. He's more successful some days than others.

"Bring your son and return with us," he says, which leaves Jiang Cheng blinking. "I have a ten year old myself! Perhaps they'll get along."

Wait.

No way.

"I'm sorry," he says slowly, "I didn't catch your name."

The muffled laughter from the people surrounding them is not a good sign.

"I'm Nie Haoyu," he says, lips pulling up at the corners.

"Sect Leader Nie," Jiang Cheng says faintly. "It's an honor to meet you."

How the hell does he get himself into these situations? The worse part is he can't even blame A-Ying for this one.

[cywscross]

Hey! Did you pull on the golden thread thing on Reverse 1999? I did! And bc the Gacha Gods hate me I got it in like 33 pulls 🙅🏻‍♀️ I wanted the one with Medicine Pocket bc I’m obsessed with them and I need a healer but I got the one with Regulus, Lilia, Voyager and A Knight …I don’t know if I want to pull Voyager or A Knigth? I’m kinda leaning towards Voyager bc she’s so pretty but the Knight is pretty cool too! Which one do you think I should get?

I also pulled, I got Centurion because I don't have a Beast DPS so hopefully she'll do okay once I level her up. I had to hit pity to get her T_T

I don't have any of those three so I can't really say. Personally I would get Lilya because she has a single-target DPS ult and I don't have one of those, but I hear Voyager and A Knight are also pretty good.

If you haven't already, you can try checking out the guide over here: Characters | Reverse: 1999 | Prydwen Institute, it's pretty useful if you don't know how to play a character (like me with Regulus lolol).

Edit: I asked someone who does have A Knight, and basically "a straightforward dps with a mass dps ult and his single target attack can give him +1 moxie if it kills an enemy".

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Careful, here be wolves in sheep's clothing

or the story about a shepherd and their sheep

The Plains

Gender-Neutral Unnamed MC & All the Brothers

Tags: • Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting • Mild blood & violence

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[vodkassassin]

Why did Shen Qinquiu decide to adopt Ming Fan in your MIng Fan is a user of the System fic?

Ps: I love that fic so much it’s insane 🥰

At first he just took him in as a disciple, there was absolutely no plan to summarily ‘adopt’ the boy.

At the end of the day, the real reason Shen Qingqiu decided to chose Ming Fan for his peak is because… he found the child to be hilarious. In a somewhat morbid way, sure, but that’s about it.

The sleepiness was a concern, yes, but the nonchalant and blasé way that Ming Fan had given the sales pitch for the hole he’d dug at the disciple closing ceremony just tickled the funny bone that everyone (even Shen Qingqiu himself) would have sworn before didn’t exist.

So, did Ming Fan really become a Qing Jing disciple because Shen Qingqiu thought it would be funny? Really? Yes, actually.

The ‘adoption’ came afterwards, when Shen Qingqiu unwittingly, unexpectedly, became… attached.

[tossawary]

I need to know more about “SVSSS - Baby Brother Liu Qingge” bc I love tiny and very deadly baby LQG

I have a 3k-ish Shang Qinghua POV that was supposed to be the introduction to this fic concept! So... ah... baby Liu Qingge does not appear in this, but you can see the setup for how an 8yo-ish Liu Qingge was supposed to be introduced. My hope is that this will someday become a "Shang Qinghua and Shen Jiu go on a mission with Baby Brother Liu Qingge" one shot.

-cut-

Shang Qinghua didn't really have the words to describe what it was like having Proud Immortal Demon Way's characters finally come into his second life.

He didn't have the words to describe a lot of his transmigration experience, honestly! His words had described a lot of this world already, haha, hadn't they? Sometimes a person just had to put up with it and keep going.

And then excuse himself later to go scream into a pillow! Many times!

At first, life was just him in a body that didn't fit and strange memories that slipped between his fingers like sand. His memories of a past life had settled eventually, the System finally came fully online, and his relationship with his second family was fully fucked forever. That was fine, though! That was fine! With some unsolicited prodding from his System, he left to go seek his fortune soon enough and he never had to talk to his character's birth parents or siblings again.

But Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had never said much of anything about Shang Qinghua’s family or home village, besides saying that the man had dreamed of more than his mediocre origins, so everything had been unfamiliar and original and real. Getting to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, which he had described in great detail, was a real headfuck. There were no words for the experience of recognizing things that he’d written in another life.

He saw the glistening rainbow bridge and the intimidating sect entrance and the majestic meeting hall on Qiong Ding, and he nearly screamed. He definitely squawked. His vision got really fuzzy for a minute there and he had to sit down on the ground before he fell over. What the fuck?! What the fuck?! He’d made a world! The System had really made a world out of his web-novel! He was really stuck in Proud Immortal Demon Way!

There were upsides and downsides to joining Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Downsides included: the hard training, the harder workload, the dangerous missions, the disrespect towards An Ding Peak, and being surrounded by arrogant and foolish teenagers looking to look down on someone. It was really something else to look some of them in the eye and think, "Bro, I don’t know your name, but you kind of owe your existence to me. Could you stop being such a fucking asshole about leaving your chores for me to do?! Respect your father!"

Upsides included: actually becoming a cultivator (pretty cool, even though the work of cultivation sucked more often than not), better living accommodations and food, and actually getting to see some of the cooler places, plants, monsters, and magic that were a part of his world. Sure, carting a monster corpse brought in by Bai Zhan Peak to Xi Jiao Peak for butchering was smelly and heavy and altogether miserable, but seeing an impossible animal was still kind of incredible. If this unwilling Shang Qinghua could stop being pushed around and stepped on long enough to appreciate the upsides, he’d really appreciate it!

It was interesting and infuriating to log the differences between what he’d imagined, what he’d written, and what the System had created. What sort of author described every single object in every single room? Who had time for that? Who wanted to read that? The System had filled in all the living details of An Ding Peak - the Leisure Houses, the training grounds, the storehouses, the warehouses, the kitchens, the lesson halls, the leisure gardens, the farming fields, the livestock fields, the stables, the cart lot, the water supply, the sewage systems, and so on - so that people could actually live here. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky as an author had done many things worthy of complaint and criticism, but wasting his readers’ time with sewage systems was not one of them!

The System had also filled in all the little details and decorations - the paintings on the walls of sect history, the detailing on the rooftops supposedly offering protections from dream demons, the chipped and faded paint of old storehouses that disciples would be tasked with replacing, the statues in the fields to scare off scavengers, the carvings on the doors meant to reduce resentful energy, the childish etchings of bored students the surface of the lesson hall desks, the old bench where the An Ding Peak Lord liked to sit and eat flatcakes - so that it really seemed like people had built this place and maintained it and added to it for generations.

Shang Qinghua had his quibbles here and there. Sometimes the System had made choices that he objected to! He would have done it differently if it had asked him, the author, to contribute. He really felt as though the System should have asked him to clarify the plot holes and the gaps in detail, instead of choosing precedence randomly or building off random implications taken way too literally.

Sometimes he found out that the System had built things out of throwaway lines that Shang Qinghua himself had completely forgotten about. It turned out that Ku Xing Peak made a lot of purification tools and containment vessels because Airplane had offhandedly mentioned that this was their specialty, and now Shang Qinghua had to cart around delicate ceramics to be sold to city merchants or other cultivation sects. He never would have dared to write that if he’d known that it would one day in another life be his job to do things like take inventory and chase down signatures for successful deliveries.

Places, items, and creatures were one thing, but logging the differences between the people he met and the characters he’d created was something else. At first it was okay, because he was surrounded by nameless An Ding Peak nobodies - his fellow disciples, their teachers, the hardworking managers and merchants, even the peak lord - none of them had ever mattered in Proud Immortal Demon Way. If Airplane had been the one to name any of them, he didn’t recognize the names or remember them.

Then he met Yue Qingyuan.

Wow, it was a worse headfuck than first arriving at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, when Shang Qinghua finally realized that this was the young version of one of his actual characters. It took him a minute. As a lowly outer disciple, Shang Qinghua hadn’t received “Qinghua” as a name yet (his name was Houhua, not that anyone ever used it) and the future Yue Qingyuan was still called Yue Qi.

Shang Qinghua was fourteen at the time. Yue Qingyuan must have been around the same age, so he didn’t strike the tall and handsome figure of the sect leader Airplane had described. The boy was broad, but actually a little short. He had freckles. He had acne.

But he also had a warm smile that seemed to go all the way to his eyes when he offered to give Shang Qinghua directions to the right office on Qiong Ding. He had a steady hand when he helped Shang Qinghua up, after the An Ding disciple had suddenly tripped over nothing upon being introduced. Yue Qingyuan - Yue Qi - walked him to the right office and did his best to make small talk, friendly and kind even though Shang Qinghua was having difficulty stringing more than a few words together in his shock.

Even then, it was obvious that the boy was developing the calm surety and the social charm that would make him a greatly admired sect leader someday! It was all Shang Qinghua could do not to blurt out: “Holy shit, you’re REAL?!” Which would be closely followed by: “Hey, is Shen Qingqiu really real too?!” And then maybe closely followed by: “FUCK!!!”

As the years went by, Shang Qinghua met more of Proud Immortal Demon Way’s characters, and it was weird every time. None of them were exactly like he was expecting. He kept expecting… well… he kept expecting them to look like the fanart, like flawless character models, more or less. Instead, he kept getting… people.

Wei Qingwei, head disciple of the sword-focused Wan Jian Peak, was also shorter than he was expecting, kind of stout, with a wide face and a wider smile. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had apparently had the man crack a few jokes upon his rare appearances in the web-novel, usually during tense situations, as he was reminded by the System upon thinking to himself: “Why is this guy LIKE THIS?!” So, because of just a few lines, the real Wei Qingwei had a relentless sense of humor and loved telling jokes.

Upon their first meeting, when Shang Qinghua was fifteen and had been sent over to help renovate some Wan Jian dormitories, fifteen-year-old Wei Qingwei had pretended to fumble a sword and, using a packet of dye and a sleight of hand, made it look like he’d accidentally cut off his own hand at the wrist. Of course Shang Qinghua had screamed and panicked! Anyone would panic! But Wei Qingwei had laughed at him and said, “Got you! Shang-Shidi, the sword wasn’t even unsheathed!” Asshole!

Qi Qingqi, the head disciple of Xian Shu Peak, was much taller than he was expecting. Apparently Airplane had once described a group of some of the peak lords by saying something like: “Each one of them was like a giant to young Luo Binghe.” That group had included Qi Qingqi. The System apparently had taken that to mean that Qi Qingqi was of a height with the likes of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu. Shang Qinghua discovered this adaptational choice when he was almost sixteen, when this giraffe-like girl came to An Ding Peak to complain about an order someone along the pipeline had dropped completely, and he accidentally found himself (still waiting on a really good growth spurt) eye-level with Qi Qingqi’s chest.

Airplane had apparently once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that Qian Cao Peak Lord Mu Qingfang appeared a little older than his colleagues, by which he’d probably meant that the man was just tired or something, but this head disciple Mu Qingfang appeared to have ten years on all the other head disciples. Which was good! Shang Qinghua approved of their future head healer not being a teenager and having more training!

On the bad side of things, Airplane had also once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that the Zui Xian Peak Lord Zhang Qingyan liked his drink too much. This was the peak specializing in alcohol, so it had seemed to make sense! It was supposed to be funny, if anything! Well, at sixteen, Shang Qinghua found out that the System had focused too much on the “too much” part of that statement and now the head disciple of Zui Xian Peak was pretty clearly a budding alcoholic. (Sometimes a cultivator’s constitution and ability to “cure” themselves just… made a person drink more. A lot more.) Which was… not good.

At seventeen, Shang Qinghua met Mobei-Jun.

He didn’t know where to get started with Mobei-Jun.

Somehow he’d… forgotten that Mobei-Jun had been originally based on Airplane’s idea of “the perfect man” and not the super pretty, muscular but slim-waisted protagonist type? The real Mobei-Jun was… tall… and big… and thick. Mobei-Jun’s intimidating features were… more striking than pretty. The first time Shang Qinghua had come back to his Leisure House and found this spoiled brat of an ice demon napping shirtless on his bed, and gotten an eyeful of all that heavy muscle and chest hair, he’d nearly knocked himself out on the doorframe trying to turn away before he had a heart attack.

Mobei-Jun really was going to be the death of him, holy shit.

Especially because this ice demon really was a spoiled brat! Airplane had described this character as being arrogant and apathetic, so now Shang Qinghua had to deal with a Mobei-Jun who took long baths and then carelessly dripped water all over the floor and all over fresh sheets! Who ate all of Shang Qinghua’s cooking and ungratefully only demanded more food, sprawled over furniture not really fit for someone of his size, and then watched Shang Qinghua like a fat tiger! Ahhh, this demon really was lucky he was handsome!

Mobei-Jun was also kind of violent, and mean, which was… well, it sucked.

Back to the sect that Shang Qinghua was now actively betraying, however, as far as he could see, there was still one future peak lord missing.

It wasn’t Shen Qingqiu, who Shang Qinghua had thought would be the last one to show up. Shen Qingqiu had shown up and had been advancing through the ranks of Qing Jing Peak before Shang Qinghua had even met Mobei-Jun, which meant that Yue Qingyuan had finally stopped looking like someone had torn out his soul. (Shang Qinghua had been forced to grit his teeth every time that someone mentioned how privileged that Yue Qingyuan was to have been granted that year of secluded cultivation in the Lingxi Caves at such a young age.)

No, of all the peak lords, it was Liu Qingge who Shang Qinghua had yet to meet.

After meeting Mobei-Jun and becoming an inner disciple, the System had given Shang Qinghua three years to make it to head disciple, probably because the deadline for a new generation of peak lords to ascend was fast approaching. He was working hard to achieve that! Not only did he have to sabotage the current favorite, but he had to make sure all his own training, missions, work, and research were as close to flawless as he could get it! All while keeping an intruding ice demon happy! He wasn’t totally sure that he was going to make it at this rate, even though he’d been here for years.

So it was a little concerning that Liu Qingge hadn't shown up yet. There was so much left to do. A world-state that had yet to be established. Liu Qingge had work to do here!

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu still had to develop a hatred for each other as disciples that would extend to everyone believing that Shen Qingqiu had murdered Liu Qingge as peak lords, after all. Granted, all Liu Qingge really had to do was beat everyone else on Bai Zhan Peak up to obtain the position, and it wasn’t exactly hard to get Shen Qingqiu to develop a lifelong grudge, but the guy was still cutting it pretty close.

It was possible that Liu Qingge was already on Bai Zhan Peak and making good progress, but that he was just so solitary and focused on searching out the next big battle that Shang Qinghua had just never had the opportunity to meet him. Shang Qinghua did his best to avoid Bai Zhan Peak most of the time, honestly! He was curious about where Liu Qingge was, about what the man looked like, but he didn’t let himself sweat at not seeing the future war god, when he already had so many things to sweat about. The System had taken care of bringing in everyone else, so Shang Qinghua was sure that Liu Qingge would follow sooner or later.

Shang Qinghua’s first sign that something was wrong was that, on the day that Liu Qingge finally announced his existence by beating up everyone on Bai Zhan Peak, everyone was saying things like, “I can’t believe some kid managed to topple all of Bai Zhan like that!”

He… may or may not have ignored this sign.

To be fair to this poor writer-turned-disciple, though, he’d been up all night finishing some paperwork catastrophe the An Ding Peak Lord had thrown at him to fix, as some kind of “test” of his logistics skills. Upon hearing the latest gossip, Shang Qinghua thought, “Oh, finally?” And then his overtired brain collapsed from the effort of thinking two words together in a sentence, and all he could manage from there was to feel the intense need to go to bed at a maximum, static-y volume. No words. No more thinky thoughts. Just the need for speedy sleep.

He stumbled through the rest of his day and then passed out for 18 hours straight. In hindsight, this would have been the time when the gossip was at its hottest. He missed all of it.

When he woke up, everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of what had happened on Bai Zhan Peak, but the conversation had shifted more towards replacing Qian Cao Peak’s depleted supplies and the repairs to Bai Zhan’s training grounds. Liu Qingge was the name on everyone’s lips, still, but everyone knew the basic information now. Now, everyone was just exclaiming over and over again how unbelievably young (and pretty) he was to have bested every other disciple on the sect battle-focused peak. This didn't seem too strange.

The System probably would have based the War God's appearance on his sister, Liu Mingyan, a strong contender for the most beautiful woman in all of Proud Immortal Demon Way. Liu Qingge apparently being a very pretty boy fell neatly into line with all the other character design surprises that Shang Qinghua had gotten smacked with so far.

If Airplane had known that he'd be transmigrating into his novel, maybe there would have been even more handsome men! And everyone would have lived happily ever after and nothing bad would have happened ever, probably, but also there might be more sexy guys too.

-

TBC

[robininthelabyrinth]

NMJ is the only one that knows bc he’s the only one that NHS truly trusts, he’s the only one who knows why NHS focuses so much in painting and art, NHS doesn’t know why or how but with a little bit of spiritual energy he’s able to bring what he paints in paper to the real world and with that the Nie sect has the beasts of legends under their command

on ao3

“How about you draw a flower?” Nie Mingjue said without much conviction. It was hard to have conviction when you knew it was pointless.

“No!” Nie Huaisang shouted, unsurprisingly, because toddlers always shouted. They seemed to have a great deal of feelings and sound for such small frames. “Taotie!”

Nie Mingjue grimaced. “No, no, not Taotie,” he said quickly. Never Taotie, not again. “How about the Baihu? Nice fuzzy tiger?”

“No!”

“Fenghuang? You like birds.”

Nie Huaisang considered it. “I like birds,” he agreed.

Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh of relief. “Me, too,” he said enthusiastically. “I love birds.”

He had never had especially strong feelings about birds, but he was willing to develop some.

“Okay,” Nie Huaisang said, and patted his thigh comfortingly. “I’ll draw you a bird, da-ge.”

“…thanks,” Nie Mingjue said.

When Nie Huaisang was done, he proudly presented Nie Mingjue with the results of his work.

Nie Mingjue put the baby phoenix in the new aviary he’d secretly had constructed behind his father’s back, thinking to himself that the high-grade construction materials he’d insisted on were totally worth losing his allowance for the next year.

The phoenix chick - it looked like a plucked chicken with maybe three feathers total - weakly coughed smoke.

Because of course it did.

Sometimes Nie Mingjue wished that he could just tell someone about Nie Huaisang’s unusual gift – it was a pretty big burden to bear, and he really wasn’t sure he was old enough for this type of responsibility – but no one else deserved to know. If they didn’t have the good taste to like Nie Huaisang when he was no one and nobody, pointless and useless, they didn’t deserve the benefits of knowing him now that he could do stuff.

Even if it was weird stuff. 

Stuff like his ability to summoning the things he drew into existence. 

Even things that might not really exist.

Besides, the thought of Nie Huaisang getting wrapped up into war and politics when he was still so young –

No, better to just store away what he made and hope he grew out of it.

And no more Taoties.

-

“Lan Zhan said his uncle shows people his artwork,” Nie Huaisang said, sitting on Nie Mingjue’s table in the family study. “Why don’t you ever show my artwork?”

“You do art?” their father asked absently, most of his attention on the report he was reading.

“Huaisang does great calligraphy,” Nie Mingjue interjected very quickly. “You’ve seen it – it’s beautiful. And his poems are very well crafted, too.”

“But Lan Zhan said –”

Nie Mingjue mentally resigned himself to not being friends with Lan Xichen any longer, no matter how well they’d gotten along, on the basis that the other boy would probably take it personally when Nie Mingjue murdered his brother.

“He also said stuff about rules,” he said. “Hundreds and hundreds of rules. Do you want to listen to all of those, too?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said sulkily, five years old and bitter with it. “But…”

“How about we show Lan Wangji your aviary?” Nie Mingjue coaxed. “Go ask him if he’d like to see it. I bet he’s never seen anything like that – and you can ask him what type of animal he likes best, too!”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes went wide at the thought and he dashed off.

“You spoil him far too much,” their father commented. “An aviary – you talk about it more than he does, and you’re always getting birds to fill it up for him, too. Why are you so devoted to him learning to like birds?”

“Better than him liking fierce beasts,” Nie Mingjue said, omitting to mention exactly where he obtained the birds that filled the aviary. “Or corpses.”

“If he liked fierce beasts, perhaps he’d be more martially inclined.”

No, we would be, Nie Mingjue thought. He’d gotten a lot of spare practice with Baxia trying to fight corpses that had no business being there during the period in which Nie Huaisang had gotten temporarily interested in the things in his father’s stories – and that was before Nie Huaisang had learned about yao.

“I don’t want him growing up morbid, that’s all,” he said.

“You’re his brother, not his nursemaid,” their father said, a little exasperated. “Nor are you his mother. Why are you fussing over him so?”

Nie Mingjue huffed and shook his head. “How goes recruitment for the border?” he asked instead, and listened to his father tell him about how people barely a year or two older than him were being sent to risk death in the name of sect honor.

Not Nie Huaisang, he promised himself. Not yet.

He’d tell his father when Nie Huaisang was old enough to handle the consequences.

-

“Huaisang, didi,” Nie Mingjue said, and tried to smile, even though it pained him. “Can you do me a favor? A really, really big favor?”

Nie Huaisang sniffed, clutching at his arms and shaking. “What, da-ge?”

“You remember Jiwei? A-die’s saber? Can you draw that for me, please?”

It only made it worse.

-

“Da-ge?”

“Yes, Huaisang?” Nie Mingjue asked, scowling at the map. It didn’t get any better the longer he looked at it, but maybe if he kept glaring he could cow it into submission.

“Don’t you want me to help?”

Nie Mingjue looked up at where Nie Huaisang was wringing his hands by the door. “Help? With what?”

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes at him, like it was Nie Mingjue being dense instead of him having started a conversation in the middle. “Uh, with border defense?”

“Why would I ask you to help with that?” Nie Mingjue asked blankly, then realized how his words could be misconstrued. “Not that I wouldn’t ask you to help, of course, but you’ve never really liked battlefield strategy, and anyway you are only twelve –”

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang whined. “I meant drawing!”

“…as in maps?”

Nie Huaisang’s glare could light fires.

Nie Mingjue coughed and put aside his work to focus on his brother. “Huaisang, why do you think I would use your drawings in planning out a possible battle?”

“Because they’re useful?” Nie Huaisang said, crossing his arms. “I can make things appear, da-ge, just by drawing them. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but that’s not something that normal people can do.”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said. “It’s not. But just because it’s not normal doesn’t mean it’s not a wonderful ability, Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang looked a little bit appeased.

“But just because it’s wonderful doesn’t mean I’m going to abuse your ability,” Nie Mingjue continued. “You should be playing, not working, and if anyone tells you otherwise, you tell me and I’ll straighten them out.”

Nie Huaisang came up and hugged him. “So it’s not that you’re not ashamed of me being weird and useless?”

“I think we’ve already established that an ability like yours is far from useless. And I don’t care how weird you are, principles are principles: you’re too young to be used for battle. Sorry, Huaisang; my hands are tied.”

Nie Huaisang laughed at him and left, looking much happier.

-

“So what would you like?” Nie Huaisang asked, eyes sparkling. “Me and my brush are at the ready, here to help!”

Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead. “If you’re sure…”

“Da-ge! I’m seventeen – you were already sect leader for two years by my age. And it’s not like I’m going out there on the front lines or anything; I’m just going to draw some stuff for you.”

“You say ‘just’,” he grumbled. “It does drain your qi, you know. That’s why you took such a long time to form a golden core…”

“Yes, but I did get there eventually, didn’t I? And anyway, it’s fine, I’ll do it instead of my usual landscapes. What would you like? A dragon to devour our enemies? The white tiger, nipping at their heels? A taotie –”

“No Taotie.”

“You’re so weird about that,” Nie Huaisang complained, rolling his eyes again. “Fine. Then what?”

“Sabers,” Nie Mingjue said, giving in. “Standard steel, not spiritual. Horses, feed, saddles. Say, how are you at drawing arrows?”

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “I can draw you the beasts of legend, and you want me to draw you arrows?”

“Yes. As many as you can bring yourself to create, really; everyone’s always short on arrows. More rice would be good, too –”

“This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting when I volunteered to help,” Nie Huaisang grumbled.

“Are you going to do it for me or not?” Nie Mingjue asked, unimpressed. “You asked me to use you, not to give you an art project.”

His brother heaved a sigh. “Yes, yes, I will. Can you explain to me why this is your choice, at least?”

Nie Mingjue ruffled his brother’s hair. “Huaisang, when you draw something, it comes to life. Fully to life, as a separate and independent creature of its own – if you draw a dragon, who’s to say that the dragon will choose to fight the Wen sect, instead of turning on us? It wouldn’t be much help if we had to run out, sabers drawn, to deal with whatever it was, only to be exhausted before the Wen sect even arrived.”

“…oh.”

“When we’ve made some progress in the field, I promise to let you help build fortifications,” Nie Mingjue said. “You can start thinking of really nasty traps –”

“Da-ge?”

“Yes?”

“…is that why you hate the idea of me drawing Taotie so much?”

Nie Mingjue coughed.

“Da-ge!”

“Don’t worry about it. It was always really good saber practice…”

-

“And if anyone tries anything against you at the camp, you draw something really mean, okay?” Nie Mingjue said, pressing paper and a brush into his brother’s hand in addition to the ones he’d hidden away in his luggage - there was a chance that might be confiscated upon his arrival. “I don’t care what it is.”

“I know, I know –”

“Promise me!”

“I will!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “I promise already!”

“Not just if they’re aggressive. Even if things just look suspicious –”

“Suspicious? Like what?”

“If they take you somewhere secluded,” Nie Mingjue said, face drawn with worry. “Somewhere where it’d take us a long time to find your bodies. I don’t care if you put other people in danger from your creation, okay? Don’t make me have to find your corpse.”

Nie Huaisang was silent for a moment. “I understand,” he finally said. “I promise.”

-

“I’m never drawing anything legendary ever again,” Nie Huaisang sniffed into Nie Mingjue’s collar. “That Xuanwu was awful. It tried to eat all of us!”

-

“Do you want me to help with the logistics, Sect Leader Nie?” Meng Yao asked.

“You already help with the logistics,” Nie Mingjue said, not really paying attention. If it was serious, Meng Yao would bring it to his attention – he was a truly remarkable aide-de-camp. “You already help with everything.”

“I appreciate Sect Leader Nie’s confidence in me,” Meng Yao said, smiling a little. “But no, I meant – with the imports.”

“Imports?”

“Every week we receive new shipments of goods – food, weapons, defenses – from Qinghe, and we don’t send any money back. Surely such expenditures are putting a strain on the Nie treasury..?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nie Mingjue said. “Huaisang is handling it. It’s good for him to have responsibility.”

Meng Yao looked a little skeptical, but in his defense, he’d met Nie Huaisang.

“Really,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “He’s not going to hurt our budget – it’ll be fine. They’ve come steadily every week so far, haven’t they?”

“If Sect Leader Nie is content, then so am I,” Meng Yao said, but he was pouting a little, perhaps at the perceived lack of trust. He did so love to be helpful.

“You know I trust you with my life,” Nie Mingjue told him. “But this is something that Huaisang is, for once, best placed to handle. Don’t worry about it.”

It wasn’t really his secret to share, after all. Maybe when the war was done.

-

Nie Mingjue was on his back in the throne room of the Fire Palace, staring up at the man who murdered his father and who was about to murder him, too, when he heard the sound.

A high-pitched squeal, unlike anything else he’d ever heard – a little like a pig, a little like a wolf, a little like the long slow grate of metal against metal. It burned on the ear, a vile sound on the verge of being physically painful.

“What is that?” Wen Ruohan asked, frowning. He was standing above Nie Mingjue, his foot crushing down on his chest; Baxia was out of reach, knocked away, but at least no longer in the traitor Meng Yao’s hands. “Meng Yao…?”

“I - I’m not sure, Sect Leader Wen,” Meng Yao said, looking equally confused.

Nie Mingjue laughed.

They both looked at him.

He grinned up at them, blood in his teeth.

“What?” he said. “Never heard a Taotie before?”

[jasontoddiefor]

Okay but what if in the Medical Trauma Time Travel AU! The Force decided that it’s not taking any chances in whether or not Luke & Leia live so when it dumps Anakin in the past, it puts the baby twins with him :p so you’re in this scenario:

Anakin collapses suddenly after a battle and there next to him are two tiny babies that appeared out of fucking nowhere, the test say that biologically they’re his children :)

Obi Wan is losing his mind bc suddenly his Brother/Son has babies now and is in some sort of medical emergency for unknown reason

Anakin when he wakes up is going to lose his mind bc those are his children and he needs to protect them but he also needs to make sure that he doesn’t hurt them

Ps: This came to me bc I found the idea of a Obi Wan dealing with an Anakin that was suddenly 1- Traumatized af and 2- Desperately trying to protect two tiny children, hilarious and the right kind of sad

!!!

YEAH ABSOLUTE GENIUS! i’m an absolute sucker for kid fics and aah this has everything! Now I just imagine Obi-Wan sitting at Anakin’s sickbed while he’S still knocked out (for the third time. They wouldn’t risk it after the first time he woke up, but by now he’s calmed down) and he’s just waiting for an explanation, anything really.

He did pay attention to Qui-Gon’s prophecy rambles and he doesn’t remember Chosen Ones being capable of just force-magicking babies being there.

Anakin would be a hundred times more dedicated to taking Sidious down immediately and I imagine this would happen much quicker than in the actual verse. And hmm. Luke and Leia growing up in the creche? also 10/10.

[willowcrowned]

Okay, but imagine: for some reason Luke & Leia were being raised by Obi-Wan but something went wrong (idk what) and long story short Old!Obi-Wan is dead and the twins (around 9 or 10 years old) are in the past around the time Qui Gonn is still alive bc I want him to have to deal with two tiny adorable and traumatized children who:

1- Have latched onto Obi-Wan bc he may look a lil different but he still feels a lot like the man that was raising them before he was murdered

2- Keep insisting that he can’t be a Jedi bc the Jedi’s Order and consequently all the Jedi except Ben but that’s a secret were killed and are being hunted down by the Empire :v

Luke & Leia while hugging and hiding behind Obi-Wan: You can’t be a Jedi :) Everyone knows that the Jedi are extinct

Qui Gonn Jinn who just saw this children appear: Excuse Me! The Jedi are what?

Luke & Leia: They were killed by the Empire after the Clone Wars :p

Qui Gon: The what!! War?

Obi-Wan, whispering quietly: if I don’t move maybe the children will release me

3- Have some really weird skill set in the Force that can be divided into two categories: disappearing completely and impossible bullshit

4- Appeared out of thin air in front of him

5- The Force is very protective of (and keeps practically screaming at everyone to protect them)

:p (idk if he has found Anakin yet)

Ps: This idea has been bouncing around my brain for like two days and I needed to tell someone about it

this is INCREDIBLE i LOVE IT

I’ve been reading the jedi apprentice series lately, so let’s have it take place right after Qui-Gon takes Obi-Wan as his apprentice. 

Qui-Gon, at this point, does not want to care about anyone. For the first two books, his solution to having to talk to Obi-Wan is to try to toss him as far away as possible and run in the opposite direction. (It’s hilarious.) But here’s the thing— Qui-Gon likes kids. He tries not to— he really does, even going so far as to be, well, a bit of a dick about it— but he likes them.

So when two kids pop out of thin air like a gift from the Force, attach themselves to his new apprentice, and are, generally speaking, the cutest and scariest things he’s ever seen, he’s going to start caring about them. And he’s going to hate it.

(Also, I know you said they’re nine or ten, but nine and ten year olds are pretty aware of themselves and their place in the world. They’re not going to be confused about where they are— they’re going to figure out that they’re in the past. So instead I suggest that Luke and Leia are 5-6 years old: cute, cuddly, full of weird one-liners, and not aware enough of what’s going on to answer any questions.)

Qui-Gon’s first instinct is going to be to dump them at the Temple and run. (Like I said— he doesn’t want to start caring about these cute little kids, with their round little smiling faces and big shining eyes and oh god oh fuck he’s starting to care about them what’s he gonna do.) This of course means that he, Obi-Wan, and the twins must get stuck in a variety of shenanigans that makes him be around them for as long as possible.

“Master,” a thirteen year old Obi-Wan says, half a day into the shenanigans, “can we please get the younglings off of me now?”

Qui-Gon turns around to see a babie-shaped Obi-Wan with two even MORE babie-shaped attachments. He doesn’t die on the spot, but it’s a near thing.

[phoenixyfriend]

You were talking about crying Obi Wan & Tiny Children and my brain decided to combine them so hear this AU:

-Obi Wan just delivered Luke to the Lars when the Force decides that he needs to be in the past and bc honestly The Force hates him™️ he doesn’t travel back as an adult but is instead dumped into his body at the time he’s being sent back :p

-Bc I want Drama™️ Obi Wan is now a 6 year old child who now has memories of seeing everyone who he has ever loved die :) he also can’t deal with them bc no matter his mental age he still has the brain of a child so now he’s having a crying meltdown bc of Trauma™️

-Bc I want Qui Gon to dealt with this Baby!Obi Wan just “spontaneously” developed a training bond with him (idk if Xanathos already fell in here or what :p I honestly don’t care much about him). Qui Gon could get away with being mean to Obi Wan when he was 13 and about to get kicked out but I don’t think anyone would be okay with him treating a 6 year old who for all they know just had the Force Vision of the Millenium and it’s now traumatized af and randomly cries bc “Everyone dies and he was alone” with anything but kid gloves and also Baby-Wan is an adorable kid and Qui Gon is misguided but not intentionally bad and has a soft spot for small hurting things/creatures/kids and also the Force™️ clearly willed it

Ps: I love all your AU’s and I thought u would maybe like how they inspire me to make Obi Wan Suffer so he can heal :p

I went to Wookiepedia and it looks like Xanatos fell when Obi-Wan was four, which means Qui-Gon is quite feasibly mired in self-loathing and grief. I think Tahl’s still alive, though, so please imagine her gently bullying Qui-Gon into taking care of this Small Child.

(It’s a very good AU concept!)

[amikoroyaiart]

So imagine: Cody learns that the sings of sleep deprivation™️ in Fox are only notorious by how well put together he looks, which prompts him to fuss and said something like “when was the last time you slept? You look like you’re about to fall over” when Fox just looks a lil messy to which Fox responds all nonchalant something like “three days ago, don’t make such a fuss :p hallucinations only start at day five and I only fall over at like day seven or eight” which results in one horrified Cody wrapping him in a blanket and making him sleep while he fusses like the overprotective brother he is

Ps: if you’re wondering if this scenario is me finding an excuse to wrap a tired Fox in a blanket and making him sleep tbh you’re correct :p

Ps 2: if you’re wondering why I’m sending this to you? It’s bc you made me care about Fox and also bc I thought you may appreciate the mental image

PLEASE I’ve been thinking about this ask my whole day omg.

See, everyone in GAR thinks that Corrie Guards have the easy job,are so lucky that they are on the planet all the time. But what they don’t know is that they do have their own kind of war, on the planet.

Cody knows his brother really well and even if Fox is master of covering how tired he is (he wars his dark bruises under his eyes with pride) Cody is not a fool. He notices other things like how his mischievous brother is becoming more serious, how he slowly separates himself from the others. And it worries him. He might not be often on the planet but when he is, he checks on Fox, even if Fox tells him he’s busy (which is almost every damn time he writes to him).  And he sees the mountain of datapads, the 4 mugs on his desk, the shadows under the eyes and messy hair and he just sights and uses his big bro voice to force Fox to rest. And it takes some time because Fox is a stubborn workaholic but Cody knows his ways. So it doesn’t matter that Cody is on his leave, that he should be resting after the fight and Obi Wan would be angry at him if he knew that he is working instead of resting. What matter is that he made his stubborn brother to rest in his cot, wrapped in a thin blanket with his arms around Cody’s middle while Cody is helping Fox with his datapads. Cody knows there is no other person better at being the head of Corrie Guards, he knows his brother is the best at his work. But if he has a chance, he is willing to help him. Fox is always looking after other corries but sometimes someone has to look after him too. 

[theleakypen]

Staff really has cracked the code, uh?

They really have! Finally figured out their user base :DDD

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride, Draco and the Twins 💜💜

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Harry has had a lot ups and downs in his life but he honestly feels like this is hitting a new low.

“You’re sure it won’t just suck my soul out too?”

Draco makes a face, which is just so far from being reassuring. “Yes? She seems very trustworthy.”

“Aren’t dementors inherently evil or something?” he asks. “You seem very comfortable staking my life on seems.”

“Yeah, just like Slytherins and werewolves,” Draco says dryly. “There’s also a nice bit of mutually assured destruction going on, if it makes you feel better. She’s really not supposed to be leaving the island, and if she eats the soul of the Boy Who Lived then not only will she get in trouble for that on top of illegally crossing boarders, they’ll definitely prosecute her to the fullest extent and trust me, she really doesn’t want that.”

He frowns. “What do-”

Draco cuts him off. “You don’t want to know the answer to that. Who jails the jailors, after all?”

Harry misses back when he just thought Draco was an evil prat trying to ruin their lives. Somehow, he’s significantly more annoying when he’s trying to save his life. “How are we going to get Nagini? And Voldemort, for that matter. He might just sense his horcruxes being destroyed and go out and make another.”

Draco brightens. “Oh, that’s easy. He’s living in my manor, after all, and he keeps hitting on my mother. Plus, he’s a huge lightweight. New body, and all. One shot of whiskey and he’ll be knocked out and ready to have his soul sucked out. Nagini might be a little trickier, but surely between us we can handle one little snake.”

Harry wouldn’t really describe Nagini as little, which is the part he chooses to focus on because the rest of it just gives him a headache.

[captainkirkk]

To be honest the philosopher stone! Aang Au it's practically Canon, isn't it? Aang can talk with his past life's and learn from them in Canon when he's in the Avatar state or decides to meditate or something

Except in this AU :) it’s the souls of his dead people :) who were victims of genocide instead of dying naturally :) and who were forcibly shoved inside him :)

[still-a-morosexual-help]

It isn’t an uncommon sight to find random demons walking through the halls of the House of Lamentation, usually found on the path between the entrance and Asmo’s room, their state of undress and functioning number of braincells entirely dependent on which journey they were taking. Lucifer’s constant and painstaking efforts to reduce the number of visitors was, expectedly, not going in his favour, though he did find some iota of pride in his singular victory of reducing the orgies to a once-a-month sort of affair.

What is uncommon, however, is the thick bandages wrapped around the entire upper half of the leg of the demon currently hobbling his way past the open kitchen door and towards the entrance.

The human watches him curiously, both hands wedged inside the open mouth of a shadow hog’s decapitated head. They tear the jaw from the skull with one great Crack! and ask, “Do you want me to heal that up for you?”

Visiting Kinks (fic Link)

Unnamed, Gender-Neutral MC + Asmo, Belphie & Levi

Summary:

It's a normal day in the Devildom.

(half of) The Gang have the sex talk. No, not that sex talk. The one about kinks.

Additionally, in which the demons are DEMONS and the human is concernedly unperturbed.

Tags: • Platonic Relationships • Blood and Gore • Crack • Crack Treated Seriously • Humor

Rating: E

Comments & kudos are always treasured because I am a cave dwelling little creature that hoards that shit and snorts it like crack

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[vodkassassin]

You inducted me into the TCF fandom, idk why but i saw u talking about it and it was like a ghost possessed me and made me read all 750+ chapters in like 5 days (?) I’m not sure it could’ve been 6 but I got so little sleep that I’m not entirely sure.

It’s so goddamn good and I’m happy that I read it & I think I should thank you for introducing me to it :p

Yes. YES. I love spreading my hyperfixations onto unsuspecting innocents~

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! It’s literally become my favorite book I’ve ever read in my LIFE. Like, I am going absolutely fanatical over it. Thanks for giving it a chance <3

[tossawary]

So I was thinking about the last chapter of PINTWILF and loosing my mind bc 1 - I was crying about Shen Jiu and his tragic everything ™️ and 2- thinking about the fact that SQH just revealed to him and YQY that he knows™️ a lot more than he lets on like nobody was supposed to know those secrets and SQH was like so here’s what happened :)

SVSSS SPOILERS. And spoilers for the latest chapters of my fic.

I think that Yue Qingyuan’s Xuan Su sword secret couldn’t really have been as secret as all that. I mean, I think Yue Qingyuan is the only one currently around who knows the full story (besides Shang Qinghua), but I personally headcanon that other people around the sect had to have at least pieces of the secret. 

Like, who was there when Yue Qingyuan came out with that broken sword? Who forced him back into those caves? Who treated him afterwards? 

So I’d say that the previous sect leader had to know. I’d also say that the Qian Cao Peak Lord and the Wan Jian Peak Lord of the time might have known parts of what happened in order to treat Yue Qingyuan and to maybe examine the Xuan Su sword respectively. Did the Qian Cao Peak Lord pass on anything specific about Yue Qingyuan’s health to Mu Qingfang? Did the Wan Jian Peak Lord pass on any warnings about the Xuan Su sword to Wei Qingwei? Those men would have had assisting cultivators and disciples who might have been in the right place at the right time to know something! 

So it’s not actually totally implausible that Shang Qinghua might have noticed all of these different puzzle pieces and made a really good guess. Nor is it implausible that he was in the right place at the right time to hear an argument between Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu. Or that he spoke to various people who heard snatches of arguments! 

What’s weird is that he knows about the Qiu Estate. Did he track Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu’s movements back to that estate, then ask lots of questions of the locals? Why would he do that? He must be up to something. 

Fortunately, at this point, Yue Qingyuan only knows that Shang Qinghua knows about the Xuan Su sword. Shen Qingqiu, however, knows that Shang Qinghua knows even more than that.