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Gravity Falls Fanfic Ideas That I Will Not Finish But Encourage You To

= Muse!Bill AU

(if you want, please steal these ideas, no credit needed - just send me a link once it's done cause I wanna read!)

Something was holding fast to him, and Ford felt the tight terror in his chest ease as he was yanked back through the portal, the Nightmare Realm receding from his vision. He landed on cold concrete with a harsh huff of air, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pain of impact. There was a familiar voice calling out - Stan must have figured out how to bring him back, Gods he couldn’t decide if he was going to strangle or kiss his idiot twin.

Ford’s eyes opened blearily when a warm hand landed on his shoulder, looking up at his brot-

The young man fell back with a scream, scrambling backwards away from the demonic yellow eye that had once watched him with a soft adoration in it’s depth. Bill Cipher. He must have somehow possessed Stan - but the portal couldn’t have been open for that long! He hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of the demon on the other side of it!

“Bill?!”

“Over here, Stan!”

Ford’s head snapped away from the demon to see…

“Dad?” he muttered confusedly.

His father’s eyes bugged out of his head when they landed on Ford, mouth falling open in wordless noises.

“Yeah, that was my thought exactly,” Bill muttered as he stood up fully, stepping back to give Ford more space. “I’ll admit, I’m not exactly sure how this happened… All my calculations were correct, and Specs’ engineering is fool-proof…”

“I take no responsibility for this,” a bored voice intoned from the other side of the room. Ford spun to see what appeared to be an older version of his ex-assistant, chewing absentmindedly on a long piece of red licorice. “I told you we should have gone over the thing one more time.”

“A fifth inspection wasn’t going to do anything, hillbilly,” Bill growled at the other man, glaring poisonously at him. “Can’t you just take the damn compliment?!” Fiddleford merely shrugged without much emotion.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Ford finally cried, his breath coming in heavy pants as he felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes. None of this was making sense - why was Bill here? Why was Fiddleford so much older? Why was his dad here?! Where was Stan?!

“Sixer, it’s okay.”

Ford looked up to see who he had first thought to be his father coming towards him, knees bent and hands held out in submission. The voice… and with a closer look… “Stan?” he whispered in horror. “What… what happened to you?! You were just- I was- what-” Ford was helpless against the small sob that escaped him, allowing Stan to move closer and engulf him in a tight embrace. He clung onto his twin with equal force, terror warring with a desperate need for comfort.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, we’ll figure this out,” Stan promised softly.

And, Gods help him, Ford believed him.

-

“How the fuck did you connect to a completely different version of the Nightmare Realm, Bill?” Stan asked with a frustrated sigh from the kitchen. Ford could imagine him rubbing his forehead in annoyance, the way their father had when they were but boys.

“Hey! I told you, none of this is an exact science!” Bill protested, Ford able to hear the pout in his voice. It brought a warm smile to his face - before reality hit him with cold clarity and he was left shivering under the blanket that Stan had wrapped around him after he’d been deposited on the couch in the living room.

His… his house looked a lot different.

“All you were supposed to do was fix Ford’s portal, not try and ‘make it better’!” Stan’s voice was getting louder and more aggressive, and his twin couldn’t help but worry for not-his-Stan’s safety. If Bill was here physically, there was no telling what he’d be able to do!

“I didn’t!” Bill yelled right back. “I didn’t change a single damn thing about that portal! And you know it was my design to begin with, Xerox!”

Ford startled when a weight landed beside him on the couch, spinning to see a nearly blank-faced Fiddleford holding out a mug of tea. The older man nodded towards it, and Ford reached out hesitantly for it. The minute the warmth of the ceramic hit his hand, though, he eagerly wrapped both of his around it and brought it close to his chest. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until then.

“They’ll be at it for a while,” F sighed with a soft, fond roll of his eyes. “They usually are when something goes wrong with the portal. Don’t worry about it.”

“But…” Ford glanced nervously between his cup of tea and F, brows furrowed. “What if- what if he decides to… you know!”

“‘He’?” F echoed with some confusion.

“Bill!” Ford hissed. “He could hurt Lee!”

F went silent, blinking at him a few times before bursting into a full belly-laugh, clutching his sides. Stan and Bill’s voices suddenly went quiet before two heads were poking around the living room door, bafflement clear on their faces.

“You good there, Specs?” Bill asked hesitantly, as though F were the crazy one around here.

“Bill, what did you do to this poor man?!” F howled in laughter, turning towards the doorway. “He’s scared you might hurt Stan!”

Stanley, as well, burst out in laughter at that, walking into the room with an indignant Bill on his heals. “Yeah, right! Like this pipsqueak could lay a hand on me!” he chortled.

“Hey! I could if I tried!” Bill complained, though the smile that tugged on his lips spoke to a relationship with the other two that Ford had never witnessed between Bill and… anyone else.

“You couldn’t hurt a fly, fruity,” Stan growled with a wide grin, slinging an arm around Bill’s shoulders.

“You forced Ford not to shoot that Gremloblin even after it got you,” F muttered as he wiped a tear that had escaped down his cheek. “And you barely managed to pluck that unicorn hair without passing out!”

“But I did!” Bill retorted, sticking out his tongue at the engineer.

“Why’re you so worried about this guy, anyways, Sixer?” Stan finally asked, turning a raised brow to his not-brother.

“He- he’s a God,” Ford stuttered as he looked between the three men. That got him three looks of both confusion and concern.

“I mean, calling me a Muse is more accurate,” Bill chuckled awkwardly. “I’m nowhere near as powerful as the Axolotl or even Time Baby. My whole deal is inspiring beings to reach for greater heights and all.”

“No!” Ford denied, shaking his head violently. “That’s what you said when we met, but you were lying! You even admitted it!”

Slowly, Stan let his arm fall from around Bill’s shoulders, giving the creature a reassuring pat before moving over to Ford, kneeling before him. “Hey, Sixer, whatever your Bill did, this Bill isn’t him. Our Ford brought him over to our dimension forever ago, and he’s been helping us try to rescue him after my brother got lost in the Nightmare Realm after an accident.”

“He’s one of the Demon Bills, isn’t he?”

All eyes turned to Bill, who was looking down at his hands as he fiddled with them.

“They’re far more common than anything like me,” he explained softly. “I met one, when I was young, after- well, after I… lost my home…” Ford stiffened at the mention of the destroyed dimension. “I saw my potential future in him, and I ran from it as fast as I possibly could.

[nightwalker6200]

Snippet from Ine the End, I'm Just a Loser...

Tiny snippet as i work on the Kagiura/ Hirano sickfic :)

... flashback thing...

“…anyway, I’m still waiting for Yuki to get back from Sendai. Her family comes back next weekend, so we’ll probably head back to University, maybe, like two days later,” His brother took a slow sip from his drink, holding up two fingers as their mother sat down at the table. Their father nodded, running a hand through his hair as he placed an arm around their mom, “We’re just really happy you and Yuki were able to come home for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, and I finally have a cool sister-in-law instead of these dorks,” His older sister pointed towards his younger sisters as both stuck their tongues out. He smirked, grabbing his chopsticks, thanking his mother for the food before passing the Agadashi towards his youngest sister. The 7-year-old grabbed a piece of tofu, beaming towards him as she continued swinging her legs under the table. Despite being across from him, Kagiura could feel her small feet kicking towards his shins each time… his knee jerking every time her cold toes touched his skin. He glared in her direction as she smirked, trying to reach her leg further so her foot could land on his thigh.

“Akkia-kun, have any plans during the break?”

            The 16-year-old glanced towards his mother, shaking his head, “Hm. Not really. Probably practice some.”

            “Ugh, Akira,” His older sister groaned, “I swear you’re more into basketball than you are girls. Go out! Live your life! I mean, at this rate, you’ll end up-”

            “Like you, Akari?” His brother cut her off as Akari directed her attention towards him, “Please, Akio, the only reason you met Yuki was because you were the dumbass who fell down a flight of stairs, and she had to help you to the nurse.”

            “A match made in Heaven,” Akio pretended to swoon, his hand over his heart.

            “For the love of everything, don’t get him started on Yuki again!” His 11-year-old sister groaned, putting her head on the table as their father laughed. Kagiura nodded towards his father as he gestured towards the curry. His sister continued, “Oh, Asami, Yuki’s so beautiful. Oh, Asami, Yuki’s the greatest. Oh, Asami, she’s the love of my life… we get it, Akio! You’re in love.”

            “Well, sorry for having a heart, Asami.”

            Under the table, Aya’s foot connected with the 16-year-old’s shin causing the teenager to slam his knee against the table. He grit his teeth, glaring towards her as she reached for another piece of Agadashi, smirking.

            “Dude, if you get any taller, we’re gunna have to stand to eat,” Akio mumbled, glancing towards Kagiura as he straightened his cup. The teenager rolled his eyes before taking a sip from his tea. He sat up straighter, pulling his legs as close as he could, hoping it’d keep them out of the danger zone. He let out a sigh, picking his chopsticks up again as Aya started taking more interest in her food versus his legs. It was his fault really; he’d been the last one to sit down, and everyone knows, loser sits across from the 7-year-old. What a nightmare.

            “Have you met anyone as freakishly huge as you?” Akari asked, pulling some green peppers from the curry, moving them towards the side of her plate. She reached for some dumplings as their father cleared his throat, “Come on, he’s not that tall.”

            “You’re kidding, right? He’s a tree.”

            The 16-year-old snorted, taking a few bites as his father tried recalling how tall his father and grandfather had been. No one in his family was particularly short, but no one quite reached Kagiura’s height either…

            “Okay, fine, Dad. Akira,” Akari cleared her throat, “How tall is your roommate?”

            The teenager thought for a second before smirking, “He’s like 175cm, I think… it’s kind of cute.”

            “Cute?”

Kagiura nodded in response, pulling his own peppers from the curry, grimacing as he did so. If Hirano was here, he’d eat them… wait, did Hirano even like peppers? He always took them from the younger’s plate because he knew Kagiura didn’t like them, but…

“Hey, Dad, do you like snow peas?”

His father glanced towards him, an amused look on his face, “Why? Did you bring some?”

Akari and Akio both broke out laughing as Kagiura shook his head, “No. I-I mean, I know Mom doesn’t like them, and you always take hers… so, I just didn’t know if you liked them too, or if you only ate them because she didn’t like them.”

His mother laughed softly, gripping his father’s shoulder as his father smirked, “Uh… I don’t particularly care for them, I guess… but, I eat them so she doesn’t have to.”

His mother poked her husband’s cheek, “I’ll start eating them then, dork.”

“As long as I’m around, my love, you’ll never have to.”

His mother huffed softly before kissing him, “My hero.”

The 16-year-old grinned as his father rolled his eyes, making a face towards his wife before reaching for the gyoza. Kagiura hummed softly to himself as he took a few more bites, and Akio stopped laughing long enough to blurt, “What kind of question was that? I mean, really, Akira?”

The teenager pouted, earning a head shake from his brother before he continued eating.

“I dunno,” Kagiura shoved Akari playfully as his older sister mocked him, “I was just thinking how my roommate eats my green peppers because he knows I don’t like them… and he uses his time to help me study and comes to my games. Sometimes, he even brings me drinks or snacks for after...”

He smirked as he took another bite. His middle sister glanced in his direction, an eyebrow raised as she rested her chin in her hand, “Really?”

“Yeah, and he… makes time to eat with me when I’m sick and wakes me up when I sleep through my alarm,” Kagiura put his chopsticks down as Aya kicked towards him. He reached under the table, grabbing her foot, holding it as the younger struggled.

“I mean, he does all these things… when he doesn’t have to. Even when I’m being a brat. He’s always encouraging me… and when I’ve had a bad day, he just makes everything… better… I guess- I guess I was just wondering if Dad ate snow peas for the same reason, you know? If he ate them because he liked doing those things for Mom...”                      

Aya yanked her foot from Kagiura’s grasp, and the teenager straightened, wiping his hand on his leg as Akari clicked her tongue. He glanced towards her as she reached for her drink, and their father shifted before grabbing a piece of Agadashi. Across from him, his brother snorted, “Pft, what are you, gay?”

Gay? No. Right? He liked Hirano; hell, he wanted to be more than friends, more than roommates with him! Every time he saw him, he wanted more. He wanted to kiss him, to touch him for longer than 10 seconds, to sleep next to him – every time, more. It was selfish. He was. And now he had a year to try to get that point across to his oblivious crush? But liking Hirano – that didn’t make him… gay, right? He’s never felt that way about any other guy, but then again, he's never felt this way about any girl either…

“Uh… I-I think so. Yeah,” The 16-year-old mumbled; his eyes cast downward as he clenched his hands in his lap. Chopsticks fell against glass as his older sister choked on her tea, quiet filling the air. A shiver ran down the teenager’s spine with each awkward tick from the clock on the wall. Kagiura shifted slightly, glancing up, letting out a slow breath as he realized everyone was staring at him. Beside him, his sister coughed several times before putting the tea down, and the 16-year-old stole a quick glance at his parents.

His father had his eyes narrowed slightly, a look Kagiura knew that meant he was thinking while his mother’s hand still hovered over the gyoza in the middle of the table, frozen. Everyone seemed… frozen, and the teenager swallowed as every second ticked by, every second making him feel more and more uneasy, sick. This was a lot easier in his head. Simpler… fuck.

“You… you’re gay?” His mother asked quietly, her hand slowly dropping down until her chopsticks met the dish’s edge. Kagiura glanced back down at his hands, still clasped in his lap. He felt sick. Like he was going to puke. Wrong. He felt messed up, and he swallowed hard as his breathing picked up. Shit, if this was a bad idea… then. Shit… he felt like crying. The 16-year-old shifted his gaze upward again, meeting his mother’s green eyes. He nodded, “Uh… yeah, maybe…”

Whether or not it was totally true, Kagiura wasn’t really sure. All he knew was he was in love with Hirano… and if that made him gay, if that labelled him… then sure. Not everything needs a label, you know – a sentiment Niibashi had made after Kagiura tried to figure out where he stood as far as romance. Love is love – if you like someone, then you like them. Not everything needs a label… If saying he was gay made it easier, then that was fine. He liked Hirano. No. He loved Hirano, and he wanted to be able to talk about him with his family the same way his brother talked about his wife. It just made sense. So, if this was his way of making that happen, then he’d take it… at least for now.

“Well,” His father cleared his throat after a few minutes, “whoever you date, you better hope he likes basketball, because it’s not like you have anything else going on in that head of yours.”

Kagiura let out a breath as laughter met his ears. He huffed, rolling his eyes as the quiet evaded; the sound of food being passed around and chopsticks against porcelain crushing any lingering panic. He relaxed his hands, taking another breath as his older sister passed him some rice, his mother pointing towards the gyoza again as her eyes wandered around the table. A silent question of who wanted some.

Conversation filled the eating area, his father and mother exchanging soft looks towards each other. To his left, his 11-year-old sister tried to steal a dumpling from his plate, shoving him when he crammed it in his mouth quickly. He made a face towards her, and she shoved him harder. He smirked before glancing down at his plate, a slow frown filling his face as he realized someone had piled peppers on it. The 16-year-old grimaced as he picked one up, glancing towards his right as his older sister avoided his gaze. Across the table his youngest sister and mother started laughing.

Kagiura put the pepper down, looking towards his brother before Akio rolled his eyes and gestured towards his plate. Out of all his family, his father, Akio, and Aya were the only ones who liked peppers… a fact that left the teenager both disturbed and grateful.

His brother pulled a majority of the peppers from the 16-year-old’s plate before glancing towards Kagiura’s right, “Hey, Akari, maybe Akira will get a boyfriend before you.”

Kagiura felt his face blush. He fixed his gaze on the plate in front of him, shoving some rice in his mouth as heat met his cheeks. His sister groaned loudly, punching him in the arm, “I swear to God, Akira – if that happens, I will destroy every single jersey you own!”

 The teenager winced, jabbing her with his chopsticks as he jerked his head towards her, “Yeah, well, maybe, if you weren’t so mean...”

A murderous look painted across his sister’s face as Kagiura trailed off. Although Akari was most likely joking, there was always an underlying threat. Unlike his little sisters, his older would follow through… but destroying jerseys… seemed a little unnecessary. After a few moments, she scoffed dramatically before smiling, grabbing several gyoza and dropping them on his plate. Somehow, the smile was more off-putting than the threat.

Asami stabbed him with her elbow, “Akira already has a boyfriend!!”

The teenager coughed harshly, choking on a dumpling as he reached for his drink. He cleared his throat before putting his hands up quickly as his brother laughed.

“What! No, I don’t!”

Akari groaned again, slumping in her chair dramatically as Kagiura shook his head, “I don’t!”

His father raised an eyebrow, his mother smirking towards him as Akari straightened her posture, flipping Akio off as he threw some rice at her. Across the table, Aya started singing loudly, “Aa-kun likes Hirano-san! Aa-kun likes Hirano-san!”

            The teenager’s face turned bright red as he tried to scowl towards his sister, throwing an abandoned pepper in her direction, “Shut up!”

            The 7-year-old pulled her eyelid down, sticking out her tongue as she continued to sing to the same melody, swinging her legs again. His mother hummed softly as Akio and Akari started arguing, “Hirano… is that the boy you brought to your grandfather’s over the summer? He seemed nice.”

            “Yeah, a lot nicer than Akira… and he definitely looked better too!”

            Kagiura groaned, covering his face with his hands, “Oh my God, Asami, shut up!”

            “Make me, snow pea!”

[creweemmaeec11]

Where Intimidation Meets Intimacy

Partially inspired by one of @the-modern-typewriter 's snippets (That I can not find for the life of me! Though hers was much less fluffy lol!)

Villain realizes they overdid the intimidation, causing the hero to have a panic attack. Now villain has to help calm them down. TW: Panic Attacks

"Alright as-" the villain froze mid-sentence as they opened the heavy door of their interrogation room.

The hero was where the villain had left them, tied to their chair in the center of the room, tables covered in torture tools to either side of them.

They had NOT been mid panic attack when the villan had last left the room a few minutes ago, however.

For a second the villain just stared, completely unsure what to do. Should they... leave? Surely they couldn't just leave the hero like this?

It was there fault, after all. Seems they overdid it on the intimidation tactics...

The truth was that none of the tools in this room had ever been used. The villain had never had the stomach for torture. The worst theyd ever managed was leaving a captive in a room without turning the light off at night so they didnt get much sleep. And sure, that wasnt a *nice* thing to do, they weren't a saint, but leaving captives in an illuminated room with a fully made bed was a far cry from carving them like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

The villain clenched their fists. They reached up next to the door, dimming the bright light above the heros head until it was more of a soft glow.

The villain walked over quietly and began unbuckling one of the heros forearms. Their wrists were still strapped down which would prevent them from moving, but the villain hoped less buckles would make them feel a little less trapped.

The heros eyes shot up, a sharp gasp and violent flinch when the villain first touched their skin, like they hadn't even realized the villain was back in the room.

The realization only seemed to make breathing harder as the poor hero began physically shaking.

"Hey- no- that's not- it's okay," the criminal hushed gently, "shhhh, it's alright. I'm not actually gunna hurt you I promise" the villain continued trying to calm them as they undid the other forearm strap and slipped off the one on the heros forehead, along with some other ones, and even loosened whatever straps still remained. Their efforts didn't seem to make much of a difference.

The villain slipped out of the room, returning only a few seconds later with a heavy blanket, which they draped over the heros shoulders and arms, wrapping it around their back and then crossing the ends over their chest.

Then the villain settled themselves down into the heros lap, feeling a pang of guilt at the violent flinch it caused, watching the hero nearly choke on the sharp inhale of breath as they pushed themselves against the back of the chair.

"Shhh," the villain soothed, running their hands up and down their heros upper arms and shoulders gently, "It's okay, I'm not actually going to hurt you... just... try and breath..."

The hero forced their eyes open for a moment to eye the villain warily before pinning their eyes shut once again to try to regain control of their breathing.

The villain used a thumb to wipe away an angry tear that appeared, before their hands glided up behind the heros head, guiding it forward to rest their forehead against the villain's shoulder.

"Deep breaths, just match your breathing to mine.... in and out... there you go... slow and steady... you can do it..." the villain continued, one hand carding through the heros hair while the other soothed down over their shoulder.

"Why- why-" the hero gasped, whimpering slightly, but was cut off.

"Shhh, focus on calming down right now okay?" The villain urged quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of the heros head, who shuddered and nodded against their shoulder. The criminal traced their finger around the hero's ear, cradling their head gently.

The next few minutes passed slowly, with the only noises being the hero's unsteady breathing and the villain's quiet affirmations.

When the hero finally seemed to calm down the villain spoke again.

"Doing better?"

The hero nodded, still slightly shaky, exhaling slowly as they sat up before eyeing the villain warily, "why did you do that?"

"I don't actually want to cause you any pain,"

"Yeah right," they scoffed disbelievingly.

"*I don't*,"

"Says the person with an interrogation room full of torturing tools,"

"Its all for show," the villain shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the heros ear, stroking their cheek with their thumb to wipe away a residual tear track, "Intimidation and fear works wonders. Pain is rarely affective in getting truthful information,"

"Really?"

The villain nodded, "yeah, look," they started before leaning over from where they were still seated in the heros lap to grab a tray of tools off the nearby counter. The hero immediately tensed at the sight. "Easy," the villain soothed, placing their other hand on the heros chest, "just look,"

Slowly, very slowly, so the hero could track their movements, the villain picked up one of the tools using two fingers, only to set it down a few centimeters from where it had been on the tray, revealing the obvious tool shaped imprint in the dust.

"As I said..." the villain continued when the hero didn't say anything, just staring in disbelief at the tray. They took a deep breath before blowing on the array of tools, causing a plum of dust to fly off, "never been used, not even once,"

The villain leaned over to set the tray back down.

[commodorecliche]

I'll be honest I'm not into He Tian/ Mo since so much of it from early on has been very physically abusive and i get that most of the fandom disregards that as "boys will be boys" but for me personally it's not an appealing relationship. But honestly you do you @ the people who are into that. I'm just gonna stay 10 miles away from it.

like... my biggest issue isn’t even that it’s such a toxic relationship (and let’s be honest here, it is toxic and unhealthy as it stands right now). my real issue is how so many fans reacts to the ship and say that clearly unhealthy behavior is cute and romantic. 

(buckle up kids, this post got long. i ramble a lot about them as characters and their relationship and their motivations) If you wanna skip all that, just read the last like... paragraph. 

like there’s literally nothing wrong with shipping and enjoying a toxic ship. nothing at all wrong with that. we are allowed to like things that are less than pure. we all have things that we like that are wrong/dark/problematique/whatever. but at the same time, i think it’s important that we are able to recognize that toxicity and not romanticize it just because we personally like it. i think it’s important to go “hey, I like this ship. It’s not healthy right now, it’s pretty toxic, maybe it won’t be in the future, maybe it will improve. but I recognize right now that it is unhealthy, and I still like it. and that’s okay.”

again, there’s nothing wrong with that!! human beings like dark things. it’s just how we are. but just because someone likes horror movies doesn’t mean it’s okay to go out and murder people. it’s important to go “wow, i love this fictional murderer! but i know that murder is still wrong.” just like we, as a fandom should say “hey, i love this fictional ship! but i know that they’re dysfunctional, toxic, and very unhealthy right now!”

but this fandom doesn’t really do that. in fact, it would seem that many aggressively don’t do that. many in this fandom will be outright rude to anyone who dares to say that tia/nshan’s behavior isn’t cute/romantic, will argue aggressively with anyone who says that mo is obviously uncomfortable and not just blushing cause of ‘gay panic’ or whatever. and that’s really unfortunate. because like i said, just because something is unhealthy doesn’t mean you can’t like it??

every single unhealthy, toxic, abusive thing he tian does to mo is seen by many fans as “cute” and just he tian “showing how much he cares”. mo’s constant discomfort at the things he tian does is, at best, ignored, and at worst, misconstrued. for example: a while back someone posted a picture set of the times mo was “blushing” because of he tian - but really it was just a picture collage of all the times that he tian has done something weird/unwanted/creepy and has made mo aggressively uncomfortable. 

and the things that are abusive (like the physical violence) just get swept under the rug by many fans. like, holy hell, he tian threw mo off of a bridge and into a creek. and the fandom just kind of ignores it and INSTEAD decides to focus on the panels after that scene in which he tian jumps down into the water and lifts mo out of the water as if it’s the cutest thing in the world he could’ve done. nevermind that he tian literally threw him off a bridge. he tian going down to ‘help’ mo doesn’t change the fact that he tian was the one who threw him off the bridge in the first place. (and let’s be clear of the reason why he tian threw mo off a bridge: it was because mo threw his phone and bag into the water. but the reason mo threw he tian’s phone and bag was because he tian had tons of creepy photos that he had secretly taken of mo. that’s not cute. that’s creepy and stalkerish. it’s a huge invasion of privacy to just take tons of secret photos of someone and mo is visibly unnerved by it. no wonder mo threw his phone and bag off the bridge! if it were a girl that he tian had done that to?? he would have been CRUCIFIED by fans. but because it’s two guys, somehow it’s cute now? 

my point is that... he tian and mo have a lot of problems. a LOT. but the fandom just doesn’t want to acknowledge it, opting instead to pretend that this relationship is okay and good as it stands right now. and what really sucks about that is that because of the fact that they are so dysfunctional right now, that means that they, as characters, have a huge opportunity for growth. they’re in a pretty bad place right now, but that means that they can only really go up. but we need to recognize that we’re sitting at the bottom of the barrel right now with this ship. and this fandom needs to recognize that they have to grow out of what they currently are in order to ever progress into something better.

there’s nothing wrong with liking this ship. i want to emphasize that again. because seriously, i mean that. i like tia/nshan. i have high hopes for the ship (even though OX continues to disappoint me. always one step forward, ten steps back with their progress it seems. that gets extremely frustrating when you think some progress has been made in their relationship and it just reverts back to toxicity but i digress). but i recognize that just because i personally like this ship and want them to eventually be happy/normal, that doesn’t mean the ship is without problems. it’s got loads of problems. and i’m just not sure why so many fans elect to ignore that fact? it’s shocking to me what this fandom will call cute or romantic. and maybe that’s my age speaking. i know many fans of this manhua are younger and just might not realize that this unhealthy behavior and not “cute” and don’t realize that this behavior will eventually have to stop if he tian and mo are ever to become something healthy.

now for some character analysis that no one asked for but that i am gunna type up anyway: 

right now, he tian and mo are 15-16 years old. they’re bratty, angry teenagers dealing with a lot of crap in their lives and neither of them have really had... great role models or easy lives that would lead to them being well-adjusted human beings. i think, given those circumstances, some of the unhealthy behavior they show makes sense. a lot of it can, i think, be chalked up to 1) their age and 2) their backgrounds. 

he tian is aggressively (and i mean AGGRESSIVELY) possessive and protective and i think it stems from the fact that he grew up learning that if you wanted something and wanted to keep it safe, you had to physically demand it and cling to it. but at the same time, he tian also grew up rich. let’s be real here: he’s spoiled. and he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants. it’s not a stretch to see that mentality extend to people he wants. and what he wants right now is mo. and he just kind of... does whatever he wants and whatever he thinks is necessary in order to exert control over mo and keep him close by. because he wants him, he wants to “protect” him (in his own weird way). and so he goes about showing this heavy affection in an extremely unhealthy and abusive way, complete with unwanted sexual advances, stalker tendencies, physical aggression, and manipulative behavior. i think... he believes his motivations to be good (because in his head he definitely cares for mo and wants to help him), but the way he goes about it is literally awful. again, if this were a girl instead of mo, we’d all be telling her to RUN. 

mo is a little harder to peg just because we still only know snippets of his past. but obviously, he’s had an absent father, he has had to become extremely self-reliant, has never wanted to depend on anyone or “owe” anyone anything. he was ostracized by his classmates when he was young: after going through an extremely traumatic experience (the restaurant scene, and then his father going to jail), his classmates branded him “bad” and not someone who could be trusted. mo then found friendship in the only place he could - with the other outcasts, and fell into the gang. every friendship mo has ever had has been toxic and physically aggressive and controlling. i mean, fuck, she li stuck dirty, dull thumbtacks into his earlobes as punishment for him standing up for another gang member. mo seems like he’s aching to have an actual sense of Self. he tian is... just another ‘friend’ who’s hurtful to him and is controlling over him. not to mention, we have no idea about mo’s sexuality. he obviously seems to have some deep rooted self-hatred and homophobia (the kid freaked out about getting a shot at the hospital in his buttcheek for god’s sake and then had a nightmare in which bullies at school said sexually aggressive things to him because he got a shot in his buttcheek). but at the same time he’s also obviously got some kind of... weird... i don’t know how to say it because it’s not affection, but... perhaps fascination with he tian. i’m not sure. because in his dream, he tian is the one that comforts him. and later on we see that mo even goes to help and ‘comfort’ he tian when he’s having nightmares too. but he’s also still aggressively uncomfortable with the things he tian does around him and the things he tian forces upon him. 

it’s just... it’s complicated.

and because of that, right now you can’t say that their relationship and the things they do to each other are cute... or happy... or well-adjusted... or even a relationship. right now, really all we have is a deeply dysfunctional acquaintanceship that is being progressed by... control and manipulation. and yes, i have high hopes that... mo will find his sense of self and will discover what he feels and what he wants. and i have high hopes that he tian will realize how he’s behaving and will come to understand that the things he does are not... good or kind... especially to someone you supposedly like and want to protect. and i mean, maybe we’re seeing a little bit of that? i mean, in the last couple chapters, we saw mo willingly asking he tian for a pair of black studs, that’s a pretty big forward motion, and mo being willing to tag along with he tian to go get them. he tian didn’t force him to climb the wall and skip class (definitely a departure from his usually forcefulness), mo went willingly. so... maybe right now we’re seeing a little development. but... like i said, OX tends to go... one step forward and ten steps back with them, and i’m afraid that the next time we see them interacting it’s going to be something violent or forceful or insulting or stalkerish. so, i just don’t know. 

but... really the long and short of it is that i wish more fans would look at tia/nshan and say “i like this ship but i recognize that it’s not healthy currently”. because that’s the truth.