Achilles @achillesnotachilies - Tumblr Blog

Intro post !!! :

Hiii!!! my name’s Achilles :3 I’m trans ftm and gay. I’m Cambodian and Pakistani-American, but it’s honestly a lot more complicated than that but I am Asian just a huge mix of different kinds of Asian, Cambodia was where the last of my (mom’s) family/ lineage in Asia were in and my bio father was born in pakistan. I don’t have monolids and my skin is darker than what is usually accepted as “Asian”. I love learning about my culture, I’ve never really known much about it .I love my friends a lot going to miss them so much when they move ( either to Mexico or to other schools since my school is shutting down) :C

My favorites movies: brokeback mountain, perks of being a wallflower, I saw the tv glow, as you are ( 2016), Matilda, fantastic mr fox, the legend of aang ( the new atla movie, idgaf, yes i pirated it paramount supports Israel and they’re a greedy ass company already), and ALL the spider man movies but mainly the Andrew Garfield ones he’s my favorite

Music: falling in reverse, paramore, fallout boy, pigeon pit, the front bottoms, kimya dawson, panic! at the disco, Alex g, and Mitski

Fun fact: I have asthma and have had it my whole life

i draw and I do photography but that’s basically all i like or do besides reading fanfiction lol

I love Spider-Man My otp rn is Zukka

i know this intro post is really crappy and unorganized but idc it’s never that serious B)

but yeah that’s much me, my posts get pretty deep so fuck it we ball, I just wanted to do an intro post

himarifgg

lo terminé (￣^￣)ゞ

i regularly think about severely hurting people in my life

digitalstowaway

Nmj would 100% approve of jc as a partner for nhs in a modern au but he would also think it's too entertaining to make jc think he doesn't like him

He doesn't have hobbies. The only fun he gets is terrorizing his brother's bf.

nyang-cheng

toxic and tragic yaoi and yuri save me please, please toxic and tragic yaoi and yuri save meeeeee

vvienne

SANGCHENG FIC RECS

flight of a one-winged dove by bloodletter

Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That’s all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It’s so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.

In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.

whipped by reindeercolin

Jiang Cheng blinks. “Dammit, they do think you’re dating one of us! I hate it when Wei Wuxian is right.” “Excuse me?” Nie Huaisang gives him an incredulous look. “First of all, they think I’m dating you, and if anything, they’re getting more aggressive!”

(or, the one in which Jiang Cheng has too many relatives, not enough patience, goes through a brother-divorce and finds out he has a boyfriend - in that order, more or less.)

Ponder the Manner of Things by Pip (Moirail)

It’s not that Jiang Cheng can’t do a quadruple flip followed by a triple toeloop. It’s that his mother seems to think that’s still not good enough.

Jiang Cheng is grateful that Huaisang doesn’t have the same kind of family life that he does, all - messy with expectations and cravings for closeness and nothing but vague filial piety where love is meant to be.

a matter of time and organ donation by nev_longbottom

This is it. The call he’s been waiting for. His brother had ‘an accident’ or ‘died in his sleep’ or some other lie to cover up the murder.

“Please, Mingjue is missing. He got into one of his moods and he was gone when I came back from grocery shopping. He’s not answering his phone. I don’t know if he left or was kidnapped or if something else happened. Huaisang, please, if you’ve heard anything,” Meng Yao begs.

Nie Huaisang hunts his brother’s killer.

no tip necessary by tattletold

With all the nervousness of a virgin in a whorehouse, Jiang Cheng closes the door behind himself and enters, sitting on the low seat across from the escort. The pretty young man keeps his face hidden behind the delicate fan, and Jiang Cheng thinks for a moment that he recognizes the design painted onto it now that he’s closer.

It’s only when he lowers the fan and opens his eyes, wide, does Jiang Cheng paralyze with realization.

They speak at the same time in equally horrified tones.

“Jiang Cheng?”

“Nie Huaisang?”

Your Place in the Family of Things by raisedbyhyenas

No matter what happens, no matter the circumstances, Wei Wuxian will always leave and Jiang Cheng will always get stuck trying to rebuild from whatever’s left.

*************

In which Jiang Cheng makes friends; gets a cat; begins to rebuild a relationship; and maybe, possibly, potentially, learns a little bit how to be happy.

sigh yourself to sleep by merthurlin

“Let me take care of you, A-Cheng.”

No one—no one has ever said that, not to Jiang Cheng. He wasn’t a very sickly child, true, but the few times he remembered being sick it was never—he had a-jie, and later on he had Wei Wuxian, for what it was worth, but he never—

halcyon days by serein

They’re in a forest, it seems just the two of them.

“You have to be patient,” Nie Huaisang says, “I once waited for three days to catch a sparrow.”

“Three days?” Jiang Cheng replies, sceptical. He can’t imagine Nie Huaisang having the attention span for that.

“It’s not that hard,” Nie Huaisang says, “if you know what they want, and find a way to get it for them.”

[JC stumbles across an array and gets physically de-aged to be 16/17. NHS kindly offers his help to an old friend, but things… escalate.]

To Distraction by isozyme

It’s the third night of Yunmeng’s kite festival celebrations. Nie Huaisang has come visiting, eager to partake in the food, the arts, and Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng wants to forget. Nie Huaisang has some new lube and wants to see if he can put his whole fist in somebody’s ass.

Lights, Camera, Kiss by MissMagus

When Nie Huaisang gets paired with straight porn star Jiang Cheng for a five-part series, he’s sure it will be an utter disaster. Until the cameras start rolling and their chemistry alights like wildfire.

(Or, the five times Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng have sex for their job, and the first time they have sex outside of it.)

Only the Shallow by hamburglar

When Nie Huaisang gets bored and convinces Jiang Cheng to make out with him, he’s probably not expecting to still be dealing with the guy 16 years later.

OR the story where Jiang Cheng goes into: the Cloud Recesses, denial, some bushes, the private porn library at the Unclean Realm, and subspace.

Blind for Love by manamune

Jiang Cheng is poisoned with an aphrodisiac and needs to orgasm repeatedly in order to flush it from his system.

The first person he thinks of going to for help is Nie Huaisang, who does what any good friend would do: he shoves his three decades worth of feelings for Jiang Cheng deep into the recesses of his mind, locks them up so he can pretend they don’t exist, and then fucks him so hard that he passes out.

Descending by lightningwaltz

“I want to… to not be embarrassed.”

“To not be embarrassed during what?”

“During sex.” There. Jiang Cheng can say it. “In general. Also with you right now.”

“Very good.”

“When did you become so authoritative?” Jiang Cheng wants to sound irked, but can’t quite manage anything beyond nervous curiosity.

dark water by Morgan (duckwhatduck)

There are words, somewhere, for this. Words that would put a shape to the thing that sits between them, would seal their understanding. There are words for sympathy, for friendship, for understanding, for that touch, for this feeling.

Jiang Cheng can feel them, somewhere, fluttering formless at the back of his throat, squirming under his ribcage, but he cannot grasp them. They swim beneath the surface, fish in muddy water - and like fish, they will dart away if he grabs for them incautiously, and leave him nothing but cold splashes and grit.

Or: Why talk about things when you could fuck about it instead?

never knew i was a dancer by isozyme

“What’s a stone butch and why aren’t they real?” Jiang Cheng asks, too buzzed to care too much about not being up on lesbian culture.

Huaisang pats Jiang Cheng on the no-man’s-land between her boobs and her shoulder. “You’re so useless, Jiang Cheng. A stone butch is a fictional hottie who doesn’t make you do any work at all, just wants to give head and fuck you stupid on her strap.”

“Fictional?” Jiang Cheng echoes, having - not a moment, per se, but sort of a problem where her thoughts are going too fast for her poor drunken brain to keep up with.

“Nobody actually wants to fuck a chick who’s too lazy to eat you out after,” Huaisang mumbles.

After leaving Wei Ying and Lan Zhan’s bachelorette party, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang decide to experiment with some outdated stereotypical lesbian sex roles.

lights out by rynleaf

“Nie-zongzhu makes the most sense,” Sect Leader Yao nods sagely, to murmurs of assent across the Jin Sect’s gold gilded banquet hall. Jin Ling, clad in opulent robes that look somewhat comical on a boy of sixteen, inclines his head as his scribe makes a notation, and the noise rises as sect leaders pat themselves and each other on the back for a decision well made.

Jiang Cheng groans and downs his cup of wine in one go.

In which the Sect Leaders elect a new Chief Cultivator.

shadow eternal by rynleaf

“You want me to distract the Chief Cultivator from the Annual Cultivation Conference, so you and other sect leaders can… what. Sign contracts without adult supervision?”

“If Jiang-zongzhu is amenable,” Sect Leader Ouyang repeats with a nod.

Jiang Cheng pinches the bridge of his nose. The pressure he felt building behind his eyes all morning is swiftly coalescing into a bitch of a headache. “Just what do you all think I’m capable of?”

Sect Leader Ouyang bows with a cheerful smile. “We have utmost faith in Sandu Shengshou’s abilities.”

In which a night hunt ends in disaster, Jiang Cheng catches a glimpse of Nie Huaisang’s heart, and feelings are discussed after a certain fashion.

Four Days in Lanling by halotolerant

Nie Huaisang looks at him. ‘You are confusing me, Clan Leader Jiang, perhaps I misunderstand, but…’

‘You didn’t misunderstand. You don’t misunderstand. You understand all of it.’ For six months Jiang Cheng has been mulling this over, and now with Nie Huaisang in front of him he can’t figure out if he most wants to knock him down or kneel at his feet. What he does is try and breathe. Clench his hands at his sides. ‘And now I am going to ask you to do something for me. You have to do something for me. You have to help Jin Ling.’

Lean for Love Forever by Pip (Moirail)

Having a crush on your roommate is really embarrassing, except that’s apparently the opposite of a problem. Jiang Cheng can’t deny that’s pretty convenient.

Wei Ying holds it up, a series of straps and buckles and velcro and wow, really a lot of leather. It has absolutely no conceivable form beyond tangled.

Nie Huaisang opens the door at exactly the moment that Wei Ying holds the thing up to Jiang Cheng’s chest, as if he’s trying to imagine how exactly it would fit onto a person, and it falls into a tangled pile between them while they stare at Huaisang in mild mortification.

acquired momentum by mongrelmind

Had Madam Yu known that this is where her son would end up, she would have gouged his eyes out with her bracelet before he made the grave mistake of looking in the direction of Nie Huaisang.

in which Nie Huaisang has an art show, Jiang Cheng is begrudgingly topless*, and there are. Shenanigans.

*Nie Huaisang excluded.

bunniemiumiu

Sometimes I wish I had a passion for drawing so I could draw gay guys fucking all the time for money, ugh, life goals.

Beryl: “let’s play a game, you say something you like then I say something I like”

Sapphire: “okay!!”

“I like cake”

Beryl: “ I like you”

Sapphire: “I like chocolate”

Beryl: “I like you”

Sapphire: “I like ice cream”

Beryl: “I like you”

Sapphire: “Stop repeating the same thing! Say something else!”

Beryl: “I like pizza?”

Sapphire “ I like you”

Two days ago I was in the mall,parts of the carpet were blue and green, the blue and green that haru and makoto’s eyes were ( the green was at least) and I kept pointing at it and saying “makoharu!! Makoharu!!”

I’m too delusional for this shit

Eli it is harder to imagine a world with you in it than one without

maybe it is because I had never really knew you

not the sound of your voice or how you looked or how you felt

but my mom tells me of stories of when we were younger that I used to sit in your lap while watching cartoons on the tv

and I do not remember it but I can imagine it, being no more than four years apart in age, laughing and smiling to shows, that seem silly now

and now you cannot get older

i cannot meet you again and talk to you

i cannot learn to remember those times of when we were younger

i always felt a little guilty for that

i hope you do not blame for not remembering you

because I do, and I wish so much to remember

it is harder to imagine that I am closer to the age you passed at, that one day I’ll be older than you

If you were alive you would be an adult, you would have already gone to your first prom, you would have already watched a highschool football game in the bleachers, you would have already learned so many things that I have yet to

Instead I have yet to and you will never

i hate that

Some part of me thinks it’s easier to think that maybe you’re not gone but that you’re just really far away, maybe backpacking around the world. never in one place for too long. That maybe I just have yet to see you in a while.

i hate that I’m writing this and that you’ll never know how sorry I am for not remembering our moments together

for not remembering you.

“ you’re not the first person in your lineage to be queer” nice sentiment and all but honestly I probably am, even if I’m not I’ll never actually know because my family ( including extended is less than 25 people, if even that) and the reason why my family is so small is because of the Khmer Rouge

Although I am probably the first person in my lineage to be queer, it feels so nice to think that maybe centuries ago an ancestor of mine loved a person of their own gender. Maybe they lived in the same house, slept in the same bed, sung sweet melodies to soothe the other when hurt. Maybe they loved eachother since they were kids and only realized it years later and went to find each other. And maybe they found a child outside their modest home, far from people, and took the child in, showering them with love and care. Giving the child all they had to give. And maybe They lived like every other family.And maybe people who knew them thought they were “ best friends”. And maybe only those two knew of their secret special love. Loving a man as a man or a woman as a woman is the same as loving your opposite gender except the odds against you are much greater, so the love is stronger. And maybe they Grew old together, from the first looking into each other’s eyes to the last. Replaying every beautiful moment of their lives , from the moment their fates intertwined to the moment they died. Peaceful and happy, because without meeting each other they would not have lived enough to have died.

and maybe I had ancestor who bound his chest like me. An ancestor who was born a girl and grown into a man. Maybe he left his family’s home when he was young, changed his name, and ran for a place to be himself, even if he had to make it himself. Maybe he became an esteemed general in the military, protecting people who only knew of his current not his former. Maybe he found people who did not care about his former as he seemed to, they accepted the him he was not the girl he was not. maybe he grown into an old man eventually and died a peaceful death full of friends and family that was not blood but was much more meaningful.

Or guess maybe not. I don’t know, I never will.