Kinda just clicked that the ISaT telephone event concluded, so I can post this now!!! I made this back in February for the prompt “Loop surviving post loops”
Bonus silly interactions I had while my art was up under cut
The lore!!! Taylor gets a name mention, and- We now know that Ace feels responsible for his death! Since he mentioned not wanting Levi’s to be the third death on his hands-
I’m about to ask the dumbest shit ever so forgive me, but is suni pronounced like sunny or like soony (that’s how I’ve been saying it this whole time and my boyfriend told me I’m insane)
HELP
Acswy has gotten me through some shit I love u guys <333
had to take a second to get past the initial bewilderment of realizing that my name has come up in conversation between two people who only know me through my fanfiction on the internet, which was a very strange feeling…… i’ve been Perceived 😳 ……… but dw anon you can tell your bf that you had it right!! before i started going by suni on here i Also used to go by sunny sometimes so you would get partial credit for that too! so glad our silly little fic has helped you out we love you TOO (and respectfully (albeit a tad smugly) i am blowing a raspberry in your boyfriend’s direction) <3
Nie Huaisang/Wen Ning - after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang offers his patronage to Wen Ning as one last fuck you to JGY, which escalates into friendship and more because they have a lot in common - weak younger brothers with a hidden scary side, the last in their family standing after JGY got the rest killed, and they probably both have a great morbid sense of humor. who says romance is dead?
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Untamed
After everything that happened, Wen Ning knew that Wei Wuxian was too fragile to deal with him – Wei Wuxian might not notice the slight flinch every time he saw him again, remembered again, all the darkness and misery that came with making Wen Ning what he was, all those bad memories with only a few good ones to leaven them – and so he stayed back, lingered.
Maybe that was why he saw it.
Nie Huaisang, the undisputed victor of an all-around terrible evening, sitting on the steps of the temple, looking exhausted and miserable, as if he’d won nothing at all.
Wen Ning found himself drifting over to him.
“Sorry about getting you possessed,” Nie Huaisang said without looking up when Wen Ning got close enough. “Baxia doesn’t have much respect for other people.”
Wen Ning hadn’t actually minded being possessed, if he was being honest about it. Sure, in retrospect, being used as a living puppet that could harm his friends – again – was somewhat distressing, but the actual experience hadn’t been that bad at all.
“It was very warm,” he said, because it had been. Warm and safe, cradled within a stronger power that would take care of everything – it had reminded him of his older sister. “Baxia feels things very strongly. She loved you a lot.”
A quick flash of surprise, almost a smile. “I appreciate that,” Nie Huaisang said. “I always got the impression that she thought I was – well, useless, right up until I started planning on doing this, and that’s when she decided she liked me.”
“I don’t think so,” Wen Ning said, and sat down next to him. “She liked you before that. It was more – watching someone you care for grow up, and in a way you approve of.”
He thought about it for a second.
“But please don’t do more of that,” he added. “That was – a lot.”
Nie Huaisang snorted. “You have no idea.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes more.
“Speaking of more,” Nie Huaisang finally said, “what are you planning on doing next? You can’t keep following Wei-xiong around all the time.”
Wen Ning really couldn’t.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe spend some more time with A-Yuan.”
Not too much, though. He deserved to be with people his own age, doing things they liked, not stuck with Wen Ning.
“Lan Sizhui? Good idea.”
Wen Ning blinked, and turned to look at him. “You know?”
“I’m smart, I can do math, and I’ve gotten Xichen-xiong drunk at least a dozen times over the years,” Nie Huaisang said. “Yes, I know.”
Wen Ning decided not to comment. “Other than that, I have no idea,” he said. “Why do you ask? Do you have any use for a corpse puppet?”
“None whatsoever,” Nie Huaisang said, and Wen Ning was struck by the strangest feeling of disappointment at the answer. “I could use a good nurse, though, if you’re available. I heard you were once very good at that.”
Wen Ning stared at him.
“This whole business hasn’t been very good for me,” Nie Huaisang said with a shrug that was far too casual for the subject matter of the conversation. “My family – we’re not the best at swallowing our rage, and I had to do it for sixteen years. There’s some damage from that. Could flare up any time.”
Qi deviation, he meant, and Wen Ning’s heart lurched at the thought. He’d been possessed by Baxia, who remembered what her master had endured; the idea of the brilliant mastermind, Nie Huaisang, being struck down so brutally, and all because he wanted to see his brother avenged…
Wen Ning had had to see his older sibling struck down, too. He didn’t mind ruthlessness in pursuit of vengeance nearly as much as Wei Wuxian seemed to.
“My medicine skills are out of date,” he blurted out. “But I could try to help, if you like.”
“I would,” Nie Huaisang said firmly. Why he had faith in Wen Ning when even Wen Ning didn’t, Wen Ning had no idea. It was a feeling a bit like having a sibling again. “I’ll warn you in advance, though, that even if good sense says I need one, I don’t actually want a nurse – much less one capable of picking me up and forcing me into bed –”
It sounded like that was exactly what Nie Huaisang wanted, and based on the rapidly fading memories Wen Ning had gotten from Baxia, very similar to what his brother used to do when he worried too much about Nie Huaisang’s health.
“– but as a final fuck you to Jin Guangyao, who always wanted his own corpse puppet and failed to get it, it would be pretty great. I hope you don’t mind that reasoning.”
“Not at all,” Wen Ning said. “It’s actually rather nice to have someone just – talk about it. Wei-gongzi mostly pretends that I’m still normal, except for when he needs someone to be strong.”
“I can’t believe you still call him Wei-gongzi,” Nie Huaisang said. “Haven’t you known him for years and years at this point? Sure, there was a bit of a break in the middle, but I was calling him Wei-xiong after about three sentences. You should be on closer terms.”
Wen Ning noted to himself that he was probably going to get his own closer terms very shortly, if that was how Nie Huaisang did things.
He didn’t mind the thought at all.
“I think it’s time for you to rest,” he said, noting the way Nie Huaisang’s knuckles were white where his fingers clenched on Jin Guangyao’s bloodied hat. “You’ve started talking nonsense, Sect Leader Nie.”
“Call me by name, please,” Nie Huaisang said. “If you’re going to tell me that I’m talking nonsense, you can call me names the way everyone else does.”
“I don’t think I will,” Wen Ning said. “But I might call you Nie-xiong, if you don’t mind.”
Nie Huaisang actually smiled at that.
“You can also feel free to go with ‘Huaisang’ at top volume,” he offered, mouth twisted crookedly.
“My sister liked yelling A-Ning at the top of her lungs,” Wen Ning agreed. He knew the pain that curled around Nie Huaisang’s heart far too well. “Come on. Up you go. Gloating over your successful revenge can happen just as well after a good night’s sleep as before.”
“I wasn’t going to gloat,” Nie Huaisang complained, although he allowed Wen Ning to lead him away. “Maybe have a few drinks. Toasts. Something like that. I actually used to like him, you know – and now er-ge’s going to be mad at me forever, and I still mostly like him, too, even if he is a bit of a twit when it comes to people he likes – plus Wei-xiong, of course, he’ll disapprove, he’s all righteous and well-meaning, all best-foot-forward – and where he goes, Jiang-xiong and Lan-xiong go, of course – I mean, it’s not that I didn’t know I wouldn’t have any friends left after this –”
“You can have me,” Wen Ning said. “Now – where are you staying? And who in the world in your sect let you go out with no protection?”
“You make assumptions,” Nie Huaisang said dryly, and nodded his head up towards some of the rooftops; when Wen Ning looked up, he saw archers in dark colors that hadn’t been there before. “He wasn’t making it to Dongying, one way or another.”
“You are a good planner.”
“Very stubborn, that’s all.”
That seemed accurate. Certainly he was dragging his feet like a stubborn donkey.
“Do you want me to pick you up?” Wen Ning asked.
“…yes please.”
Wen Ning had been the useless younger brother for the first half of his life, and the fearsome corpse puppet used as a weapon for the second. He’d never been needed to care for anyone before.
He thought he could very happily spend the next third of his life doing just that.
“Come on,” he told Nie Huaisang. “Let’s get you home.”
sorry for the late reply, i forgot i got this ask. i'm talking about the user who once posted hate in the saimota tag and got all huffy when people were upset-- that's moodorbs. you'll never guess what they did this time. (did something upsetting/rude/insensitive and got upset when they got called out on their shitty behaviour.)
in essence, they made an insensitive comment equating shinguuji's abuse with a "kink" and when being told not to do that by the server members, threw a hissy fit over how it's "not canon that he was abused" and then started playing the victim at the mods. upon being banned, they made a callout post telling their followers not to support the server with absolutely none of the context that would paint them in a bad light.
just... boof. all this playing the victim. doesn't it get exhausting? doesn't moodorbs get tired? lmao
