#another old one

[deuteroganist]

[pigeon-latte]

grabs you grabs you grabs you

[nokk0]

MARX, DO NOT SAY BAD WORDS IN FRONT OF THE SPIDER BOY, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[robininthelabyrinth]

@thedarkline ask which disappeared:

Can you do one where Huisang is upset about the loss of his best friends? After the cloud recesses and the training camp he looked forward to seeing Wei Wuxian and JC again and now they don’t even like each other and WW is so cold now. Maybe they deserve a forced vacation?

ao3

Nie Mingjue blinked.

“Oh,” he said. “I see. This is a hallucination, and I should go get checked out by the doctors.”

“Rude, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sniffed. “Also, you should in fact go get checked out by the doctors some more. I’m still worried about you, you got out of bed too quickly after everything. But also: rude!”

“All right, I’ll concede that maybe I didn’t hallucinate and you in fact said what you said,” Nie Mingjue said. “But…why? I thought you liked Wei Wuxian!”

“I do like him! Of course I like him!”

Nie Mingjue threw his hands into the air. “Then why in the world would you want me to bring him to trial?”

“Because he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Nie Huaisang said. “It’s all a bunch of rumor and innuendo, and now Jiang Cheng had to throw him out of the sect and pretend he doesn’t like him – which is ridiculous – and we can’t all hang out the way we used to and it’s awful, da-ge! Just awful!”

“Pretty awful for Wei Wuxian stuck living on the Burial Mounds and Jiang Cheng having to rebuild his sect all by himself, but yes, by all means, let’s focus on how it affects you personally,” Nie Mingjue said dryly. “No fun hangouts with your friends. How will you survive?”

Nie Huaisang ignored him.

“My point is,” he said loftily, “if he’s found innocent after a trial, then he can come back. It’s perfect!”

“Huaisang…”

“I’m serious.”

Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead and, reluctantly, started trying to actually think it through. Nie Huaisang could sometimes be distracted by shiny things, like a shopping trip or a new fan, but sometimes he would demonstrate his heritage by getting his teeth into something and stubbornly refusing to let up on it, ever.

It was nice to see him living up to at least some family traditions.

“Wei Wuxian did murder some Jin sect guards,” he pointed out. “He’s unquestionably guilty of that.”

“First off, no one cares about that,” Nie Huaisang rebutted. “And you know it.”

“They should. The fact that the Jin are soulless bastards isn’t exculpatory.”

“No, but also you’re wrong. The fact is, Wei Wuxian didn’t kill them.”

“What?”

“He didn’t! Wen Ning did.”

“…I’m not sure how it’s better that the Ghost General was involved.”

Nie Huaisang waved his fan at him. “Da-ge, don’t be obtuse! Wen Ning wasn’t the Ghost General at that point – he was just a fierce corpse. No consciousness.”

Nie Mingjue waited for his brother to explain his logic. He assumed there was some, anyway.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes as if he thought Nie Mingjue was being purposefully slow just to mess with him, which he wasn’t, for once. “Da-ge. Wen Ning was a fierce corpse who had been killed by the Jin sect guards. If he’d resurrected without Wei-xiong’s help, would anyone have said anything?”

“Of course not. A murderer’s victim seeking vengeance for the crime committed against them is a classic case that calls for liberation, provided they haven’t killed anyone else in the process or gotten a taste for killing people such that they would continue doing so afterwards.”

“Exactly.”

“But Wei Wuxian did resurrect him.”

“Naturally he did! He was looking for his friend, he wanted to speak with him; he’s a demonic cultivator. What could be more natural? It’s no different from a Lan playing Inquiry to see if they can find a lost soul. How was Wei Wuxian to know that the Jin sect guards had murdered him, and that Wen Ning would therefore arise as a fierce corpse bent on immediate vengeance?”

Nie Mingjue wanted to laugh, and also possibly to suggest that Nie Huaisang consider picking up a sideline in advocacy, except that he really didn’t actually want a lawyer in the family.

“All right,” he said, suppressing his amusement. “Let’s say I’m following where you’re leading. Then why didn’t Wei Wuxian, demonic cultivator, stop the murder?”

“Da-ge, please,” Nie Huaisang cast him a horrified look. “You’re not suggesting a cultivator can be held responsible for not acting swiftly enough to stop something, are you? Imagine how much of the cultivation world might be at risk if that were the rule!”

“Mm. A good point. Didn’t I hear somewhere that Wei Wuxian had already known that the Jin sect guards had killed Wen Ning…?”

“Surely Wei-xiong would never make such an assumption about the good, upstanding people that a good, upstanding sect like Lanling Jin took on as their own. It must have been a misunderstanding. You know how young heroes are, all bluster and hot air. Are we kicking people out of sects just for that?”

Nie Mingjue’s shoulders were shaking with the effort to keep his laughter inside.

“There, you see! Perfectly logical,” Nie Huaisang concluded, throwing his sleeves up with a flourish. “Obviously the entire sequence of events that led to Jiang Cheng kicking Wei Wuxian out is simply a misunderstanding. Easily resolved!”

“Right. And the Wen sect? They were supposed to be in Jin sect custody.”

“Uh, da-ge, the Jin sect appointed guards that killed some of them, a fact we know for sure because we’ve gotten it based on the testimony of the dead – again, like Inquiry. Are you saying we can’t rely on things like Inquiry? What will the Lan sect say if they hear you suggest such a thing?”

“I’m suggesting that we still need to do something with the Wen sect.”

“Let Jiang Cheng take them and put them to work.” Nie Huaisang shrugged. “He’s got a whole sect to rebuild, hasn’t he? Anyway, they were the ones who were massacred, they should get first call on what to do with them.”

“Firstly, taking them in means that Jiang Cheng has to feed them –”

“The Jin sect can pay for that, if they’re so enthusiastic about helping deal with them.”

“Secondly, why would Jiang Cheng want the kinsman of the people who killed his parents? I thought you liked him?”

“I’m getting him back Wei Wuxian,” Nie Huaisang said. “He’s going to have to deal with the baggage Wei Wuxian picked up along the way on his own. What do I look like, someone who fixes things for people? Please, da-ge. I’m only human. There’s only so much that I’m capable of.”

Nie Mingjue gave in and started laughing.

[madmaxmon-art]

[katatonicimpression]

I remember you by the fic where bucky blurts out "marry me" with no context after a hundred chapters of angst

Gets me every time 😭

This one?

Spoiler alert! But THANK YOU!

[ghoulcandy]

[the-unfortunate-ly]

[cthaehart]

Sansa Stark🐺

[pocket-deer-art]

Puppyboy music #4

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @fallesto

“So, that’s love for you…” – her eyes are sad; her voice is sad. She pities the most powerful man in the world who stands in front of her. Not that she really believes in the power of love. Not that she really believes love can change anyone or anything. But it’s still sad. She cannot fully explain why – “Pretty face, slim body, soft voice, long hair, and eyes… Has no-one ever been ready to offer you more?” – she is aware she’s like a piece of art to him. Frozen in time. But she also knows beauty is a curse. Beauty is terror. It overshadows everything else one might be.

She’s already used to him. To his long rants. To his vents that tells her more about his past than he’d ever be willing to tell her. In a way, they’re so similar. In a way, they’re so different. His words should insult her; the number that he throws at her face should offend her. But surprisingly it doesn’t. Deep inside he’s unhappy.

“I do wish good things happen to you, Regulus.” – her voice is soft and honest; a single tear rolling down her cheek. She knows that whatever she tells him, her so-called husband, would not understand – “I don’t think bad about you…I couldn’t anymore.” – even if you kidnapped and disrespected me – “ But I still want more. I want you…” – she reaches her hand towards his cheek and gently caresses it – “I want you to see more in me than all these things you consider love…”

She tilts her head. She knows he will not understand. She doesn’t lie to herself. She will not be able to change him. She is naïve, but not that naïve. But nothing can stop her from trying. Perhaps if she succeeds, it will give them freedom. And perhaps then, they’ll be able to choose each other again.

“I want to show you what I consider love. I want to teach you how to accept love…” – and to reciprocate it. – “I want you Regulus but on my own terms” -- she wanted that from day one. She’s patient. She can wait. And with him she has all the time she needs.

“You can kiss me.” – she states; not that she expects he would.     

[nokk0]

Manager Magolor because whynot?

[beemot]

[ahomeforwisters]

iris (slight rewrite)

[fandomsideworks]

bioshock/l.a. noire fusion!au

Private Investigator Jack Kelso, is disturbed by the violent Big Daddies roaming Rapture as they protect the Little Sisters.

Sensing that there are more to the goliaths and their children than meets the eye, he sets out to discover the secrets of the Big Daddies as best he can.

After prodding a little too deep and having a dangerous encounter with one Big Daddy, he is injured and forced to reluctantly turn to a member of the dwindling police force in Rapture, fellow Marine Cole Phelps, for help.

Cole, though equally reluctant, is unable to handle the glaring injustices in Andrew Ryan's supposed utopia, and agrees to assist.

[dangeroustonight]

Hang in there, baby!