#but i'm too stubborn to back down from a challange

[take-a-chill-la-pill]

Tagged

I was tagged by the awesome @rabiesvaccine 

Rules: Answer 20 Questions and tag someone else who you want to get to know more.

Name: Jasmine

Nickname: Jazz

Ethnicity: A bunch of Hispanic things like Mexican, Spanish, Puerto Rican, maybe one white thing and some Native American. Idk, I’m just a mutt.

Favorite Fruit: Strawberries and watermelon.

Favorite season: I like Fall because I like to wear beanies and jackets but I don’t like freezing my butt off in the winter.

Favorite superhero(s): Nightwing, Batman, Wonder Woman, Wolverine, Batgirl, and Spider-Man.

Favorite non-anime TV show(S): The Office, Rick and Morty, King of The Hill, Invader Zim, Arrested Development, Daria, Regular Show, and SNL.

Favorite Hobby: Working out and drawing

Favorite Color: Purple, Green, and Black. I can’t choose one over the other.

Favorite anime character(s): Ryuko Matoi, Satsuki Kiryuin, Mako Mankanshoku, Ira Gamagori, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Brause, Eren Jager, Erwin Smith, Hanji Zoe, Levi Ackerman, Ymir, Kamina, Simon the digger, Spike Spiegel, Jet Black, Italy, Spain, Japan, the narrator from Hetalia (even though she’s technically not a character) Koro-Sensei, All Might, Iida Tenya, Ken Kaneki, Revy “two hands”.

Favorite bands: Foo Fighters, Panic! At The Disco, Paramore, Nirvana, Weezer, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fall Out Boy, The Neighbourhood, My Chemical Romance, Twenty One Pilots, Arctic Monkeys, The Fray, Kumbia Kings, Selena Y Los Dinos, and Mystik Spiral (but they’re thinking of changing their name).

Favorite Animal(s): Lions and Tigers and bears (oh my)!! Jk, just wolves, tigers, pandas, and pretty much every kind of dog. Cats are okay, though.

Favorite anime movie(s): Wolf Children, Your name, The Cat Returns, Summer Wars, The Girl Who Leapt Though Time, Cowboy Bebop:The Movie, Hetalia: Paint it White, and The Boy and the Beast.

Favorite non-anime movie(s): The Dark Knight Trilogy, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Kill Bill vol.1 & 2, Silver Linings Playbook, Inception, Logan, Wonder Woman, Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Pulp Fiction, Django Unchained, Inglorious Bastards, The Breakfast Club, Grease, Wayne’s World, Casino Royale, Mad Max: Fury Road, Australia, Back to the Future trilogy, Clueless, Mean Girls, The Princess Bride.

I was born and raised in: Austin, Texas. I like to keep it weird.

Favorite Sports Teams: San Antonio Spurs, Dallas Cowboys, Texas Longhorns, and Putas Del Fuego (that last one is a Roller Derby team).

Blog created: December 2016

Number of followers: 878 and growing thanks to everyone :)

Favorite food: Mexican, Italian, Chinese, and BBQ

Top 10 favorite anime series: Kill la Kill, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Attack on Titan, Cowboy Bebop, Black Lagoon, Assassination Classroom, Steins;Gate, Tokyo Ghoul, Hetalia, Psycho-pass.

Okay. @theatxjazz97blog @everydaysatsuki @followingryuko its your turn.

[ruensroad]

hhhh i love all your writings, each time you post a prompt, I'm like "wtf I need a follow up in the universe" like the empath!cop!JC, neeeeeeeeed. T-T Also, your xicheng fic with baby JL is one of my fav. (Xicheng ? AND Nephew/Uncle feelings, the best) can you do prompt 46 or 58, please ? or even one prompt that you'd really liked to be requested xD

Ahhh wow thank you so much! I put this in the empath!cop!JC verse for you :D and sprinkled in some adorable nephews!

Prompt is from this list here.

Prompt 46 & 58 | “I can beat you up, you know that right?” & “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” | Xicheng (+ Nie Mingjue)

In many ways, being dead wasn’t all that bad. Besides the rather annoying one-sidedness of it all, Nie Mingjue would admit there were worse things to dying and refusing to cross over. He got to watch over who he wanted, and haunt who he wanted, and had even learned to push things over, which was more fun than it had any right to be.

The bad part wasn’t that he was dead, but that no one else seemed to know it. The media deemed him a missing person, his brother and his friends under the impression he’d just up and left them. And that made him angry, because surely they knew him better than that. Surely they’d see the snake in the grass and know something bad had happened.

It’d been over two years and his body had not been found. The police had stopped looking, his brother had moved on with his life. Huan had finally started writing his music again and Meng Yao had gotten away with murder.

That was the worst part. Not that he’d loved the man, trusted him, been so blind. But that he’d been killed and Meng Yao had slipped through suspicion like oil over water.

The first months, Nie Mingjue had resolutely spent his time going back and forth between Huan and Huaisang, half afraid Meng Yao would try to weedle into their vulnerabilities and plant himself like a weed. But then Huaisang had moved in with a roommate who had a guardian ghost, and a very protective one, and though the dramatic spirit spoke the most archaic Chinese Nie Mingjue had ever heard, they’d managed to find common ground in their want to protect Huaisang.

And with his brother protected best he could be, it gave him leave to watch over Huan and hope for a resolution to his case before Meng Yao used his charms on Huan and their friend ended up with a bullet to the face the way Nie Mingjue had.

But since the reopening of his case by a cold case detective, Huan had gone into a weird mood. One that shifted this way and that and he didn’t seem to understand why. Nie Mingjue knew a crush when he saw one, given how often Huaisang had fallen in and out of love with people, and wished Huan could hear him laugh. Because of course Huan would fall for a bad boy, just as Nie Mingjue told him he would.

He wouldn’t say he was pleased that Huan wanted Detective Jiang. He was a good man, Nie Mingjue could see that readily enough, but he wasn’t exactly pleasant to be around. He was cutting, and fierce, and competent, independent to a fault and rigidly stubborn. Even his ability to see and talk to Nie Mingjue wasn’t quite enough to overcome his unease with it all, but even he’d admit the asshole was growing on him. And he was a friend to Huaisang, which was something Nie Mingjue would always account for. His brother was smarter than he allowed people to know. If this prickly man was a friend, then there was a damn good reason for it, so Nie Mingjue did his best to cooperate with him, even if he was terrible at following orders.

Huan would laugh to see them bicker, but as it was he was sitting at his studio sighing, pencil tapping on his desk, eyes unfocused on the sheet music. He’d been writing a new song after nearly a year of not touching his scores and it was clearly fighting him. Nie Mingjue had never seen him distracted to this extent and it worried him that Meng Yao might be the reason for it. 

“You’re never this quiet,” he murmured, knowing he would not be heard, but unable to help himself. “What’s wrong?”

He’d found, during his afterlife, that answers were easy to find if he tried hard enough. Feeling for things, like studying a map too hard and feeling the eyes start to strain forward. He did that then, focusing on the music sheets, and felt a soft pull to the title written across the top. Wanyin. Night poetry. Artistic and vague, as Huan always was, and he snorted.

“That’s for Detective Jiang, isn’t it?”

Somehow he knew it was true, even if he couldn’t get the answer straight up, and moved over to the door to peek out the window into the hall. It was close to time for the lesson bell and Lan Zhan would be ushering out his brightest pupil, a young boy named Wen Yuan who’d taken up guqin after watching a performance. His adoptive father, one Doctor Wei, happened to be Detective Jiang’s brother and could see Nie Mingjue too. The boy, thankfully, could not, which was a relief. He could not control what form those who could see him would be, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to scare an innocent child to death. Detective Jiang had seen him with a bullet in his face. Doctor Wei had seen the dirty, discarded body.

He himself saw what he wore the night he died. His favorite jacket, his old army boots, comfortable jeans. The softest shirt he owned that he didn’t actually like that much, but Meng Yao had adored it.

In the end, he’d put three holes in that shirt, a hole in his face, and shoved his body into a hole three feet deep and covered in concrete. It was little wonder he still hadn’t been found.

The bell rang overhead, finally snapping Huan out of his daze. He quickly got up and hurried to the door, always eager to watch his brother subtly flirt with Doctor Wei, which Nie Mingjue knew was the highlight of the day, not to mention he got to see all the happy kids always so eager to tell him about their lessons. Nie Mingjue didn’t mind it, liked feeling the atmosphere the children brought to the air, and wasn’t the only ghost floating down the hall in the sea of excitable ducklings.

Like clockwork, Wen Yuan was shown out of Lan Zhan’s classroom, his guqin wrapped and strapped securely on his back. It dwarfed him almost comically, in Nie Mingjue’s opinion. But it was not Doctor Wei waiting there with his too big smiles and too loud laughter. Huan pulled up short and Nie Mingjue peeked around him, amused at the red overtaking his friend’s cheeks.

“That is not how you punch,” the man huffed to the tiny boy in his arms, who was failing miserably at connecting his fist to Detective Jiang’s palm. Little cheeks puffed and the boy quickly stopped trying to smack his hand, managing a solid, if glancing, hit to his chin. The man glared while the boy peeled off into laughter. “I can beat you up, you know that right?” the cop demanded, bouncing the boy, and got louder giggles for his effort.

Wen Yuan went rushing past them before Huan managed to move, and before Nie Mingjue could decide if he wanted to waste energy pushing his friend forward. “Shu-shu! What are you doing here?”

Detective Jiang huffed at him, but allowed Wen Yuan to grab his hand. “Your idiot of a father got stuck at work so I told him I’d come get you. A-Ling also wanted to say hello.”

“A-Ling says hello,” the boy in his arms chirped happily, waving to his cousin. Wen Yuan reached up to grab his hand and tickled him with a grin.

“I can see why he likes you,” Nie Mingjue snorted and decided that, yes, he was going to push his hopeless friend into action. Thankfully, Huan had remembered vocabulary and how to use it and moved forward on his own. Progress.

“Detective.” He was all smiles, oozing confidence, but his face was a flushed mess. By the way Detective Jiang raised an eyebrow at him, the front wasn’t exactly successful.

“Lan Huan,” he got a slight bow and a crooked grimace that was probably supposed to be a smile. Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes so hard he felt them roll all the way back. Good grief. He felt the man’s mind connect to his own and he was mentally flipped off, making him smirk back. At least the man had guts.

“I was wondering… would you perhaps be free this evening?” Huan asked and Nie Mingjue’s own mind flickered as Detective Jiang’s did, his ability feeling out what Huan wanted to truly ask. It was fascinating, feeling the workings of a mind not his own, and blinked when Detective Jiang focused in on a ticket resting in Huan’s back pocket, one Nie Mingjue hadn’t even known was there.

“For the performance?” Detective Jiang asked, calm and at ease even as Huan blinked in surprise. Again, his mind flickered, going through his schedule, to plans for the case, and the want to simply go to bed and sleep. Nie Mingjue narrowed his eyes at the man in challange, daring him to even think of not coming when asked, and that mental fuck off rang through their connection again.

“I - Yes,” Huan licked his lips and pulled out the ticket. “I have more if you’d like to bring your family,” he offered, eager and hopeful.

To the man’s credit, he melted instantly. Nie Mingjue could feel his reservations about any sort of relationship, especially when it was so close to Nie Mingjue’s case, but he was perfectly soft for Huan and that’s what mattered.

When Detective Jiang took the ticket, their fingers brushed, a pointed move, and Huan got a slightly better looking grimace-smile that time. “I’ll be there.” As long as no ghosts interrupt.

That was aimed at Nie Mingjue and he flipped the man off. “I’m not out to destroy Huan’s love life, asshole. Be there or I will make your night a living hell.”

You already do, Detective Jiang pointed out, even as he turned to his nephews, one with huge eyes, the other shyly hiding from Huan. “A-Yuan, do you want to go?”

“Yes, please yes,” Wen Yuan looked up at Huan with his best smile, easing his friend into a far more comforted state.

“And your father will want to go as well,” Huan hummed, thoughtful, but not without a sly look at Lan Zhan, who’s ears turned red. “I’ll get you as many tickets as you need.”

“Jiu-jiu, me too?” the other boy whispered, still casting a shy smile Huan’s way.

“You too, A-Ling, and your ba-ba and ma-ma. Does that sound like fun?”

A happy nod. “Listen to the pretty music.”

That got Huan a pointed look, almost flirty, and maybe Detective Jiang wasn’t as terrible at this as he seemed to be. “Yes, very pretty music.”

“Fuck, I’ll have to keep you alive now, just for that,” Nie Mingjue crossed his arms in exasperation, shaking his head at the blushing delight that overtook Huan’s face. Hopeless. So fucking hopeless.

I’ll keep myself alive. Just protect Lan Huan.

So, he knew then. Nie Mingjue met his eye and nodded once, all soldier, before grinning wide.

It was going to be one hell of a night.

[kinkyacademia]

Idk if this'll make it through because my wifi is so shit right now, but a request for Mod SourPatch: Short S/O having trouble walking in the snow, for Bakugou and Inasa please! (PS I'm sorry if this sends more than once my wifi is really uncooperative right now cries)

Ack! I’m behind on the requests so much, these should have been out this last saturday / sunday but I got so distracted with work, getting my husband into a new job also, and getting ready for Yule! Thank you so much for a cute request to kick of the holidays, especially with my tall prince.

Mod SourPatch 🎄 🎄 🎄

Katsuki Bakugou:

💣 This boy just uses the heat from his quirk to melt the snow if it gets too much trouble to walk in for himself, and he doesn’t know why you just walk in his footsteps. The problem is he is too tall and his stride is much larger than your own.

💣 When he sees you struggling he is laughing to himself, trying not to make it obvious. He thinks its cute watching you so determined when you’re so far behind.

💣 He walks back to you, using the heat from his quirk to melt a path until you can reach the actual sidewalk that is snow free. He made a mental note to not walk through the park with you again in the snow.

Inasa Yaorashi:

🌪️ Inasa is a tall dude at 6’1” and something, so he walks in rivers, snow, and hurricanes just fine. He embrasses the challange until he sees you struggling to walk in snow that only came to his calves. With his massive height, you usually trail behind him a bit but you were WAY behind him now.

🌪️ He has such a boisterous laugh it’s contagious… in the right moments. He stood for a good minute laughing at how cute you were struggling in the snow but he meant no harm. He just found you cute, and that stubborn ness he fell in love with day one.

🌪️ Finally he walked back over to you, bending down so you could climb on his back and the whole rest of the way he carried you over the mountains and through the woods, over the hills of snow you go. He was full of cuddles when you got home.