#headshaker

[disgracefulthings]

Nie Huaisang: Do you think you could ever forgive me?

Lan Xichen: Do you see yourself ever forgiving me?

Nie Huaisang: ...I don't know.

Lan Xichen: Me neither.

[cryptidstatusbreached]

Yo. I gotta know.

What are your favourite Nie Huaisang or Nie brothers headcanons

Nie HuaiSang is secretly a shapeshifter, in the genderfluid way. This gift is used specifically for espionage and if anyone asks, the woman who looks remarkably like Nie HuaiSang is the secret third Nie child that they don't talk about. Nie MingJue is in on it in the sense he knows to make it seem like the reason they don't talk about 'her' is either due to health reasons (specifically vague in terms of whose health), political reasons (in which the Wen are blamed with increasing anger each time the accusation is repeated, insinuating that Wen RuoHan specifically is at fault for the kept silence), or scandalous reasons (insinuating that 'she' is fathered by either the Lan sect leader or a Jiang sect member). Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi are aware that it's Nie HuaiSang, but only to avoid them thinking their father cheated on their mother.

Nie MingJue is a brat and a bottom.

Both Nie brothers are suspiciously good at impersonating each other with how different they are in terms of... well, everything. It scares the disciples when they do it, which Nie MingJue finds a bit more hilarious than Nie HuaiSang. This is also the reason they don't seem that similar at first glance.

Nie HuaiSang actually eats more than Nie MingJue but no one knows where the food goes with how small he is for a Nie. Everyone is afraid to ask, including Nie MingJue.

Nie HuaiSang's sleeves are infinite. He could hide a whole mountain in them if he wanted to. He won't, but he could.

[urso-cute]

JC was promised a night of study and serious discussion about cultivation in Oregon 4 the test 2morrow. he did not get it.

[sinna-rou]

Been reading MDZS fics lately and I gotta say I’m growing increasingly understanding of why some of y’all are so obsessed with NHS. Little gremlin boy. Sneaky little man. Honest? No. Evil? Not quite. An absolute nuisance and menace to society? Oh I don’t know, I really don’t know…

[blubiboom]

I don’t know!!!

[ladymoony-art]

The Headshaker...

[fans-and-tears]

what kind of tragedy are you?

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

Tagged: @sectleaderjiang

Tagging: whoever wants to :)

[lostheartfics]

Originally posted this on the cursed bird app, but I think it got buried under all that mess.

This snippet was going to be something for my NHS time travel au, but I dont think this will actually happen in that story. So treat this as a different AU - maybe Mingjue dies in captivity & Huaisang wields Baxia and deals the final blow on Wen Ruohan

tw // slightly graphic

“But you—you’re just a fucking headshaker.” Wen Ruohan said through his gritted teeth. His face was growing pale due to bleeding profusely from his severed arm. The missing limb in question had been discarded to the side, being torn apart by the living corpses of his own deceased Wen soldiers.

Nie Huaisang’s grip on Baxia tightened as he adjusted the saber against his shoulder. He laughed sardonically at the situation. Truly, this must have been a hilarious sight in the eyes of others.

Nie Huaisang, the goddamn Headshaker, about to deal punishment onto Wen Ruohan, the man who killed his father, ordered his brother’s execution, and birthed the scum who got his lover’s sect annihilated.

It was, indeed, a bout of poetic justice.

Wen Ruohan spat blood, eyes narrowed in his usual arrogant contempt. “You dare—”

His sentence was cut off by his own scream as Baxia was stabbed into the thigh of his leg, pinning him into the ground.

“I do dare.” Nie Huaisang retaliated defiantly.

He crouched down at Wen Ruohan’s level, stepping purposefully on the gaping wound and pulling out Baxia. A pained sound escaped the man’s lips as he scrabbled to lift Nie Huaisang’s ankle off his person.

He laughed at such a pathetic attempt.

“I am Nie Huaisang. Son of the late Nie Huojin and brother of Nie Mingjue. The pitiful, weak, and densely underestimated Headshaker. It’s amazing how a title like that will make people forget the one major thing about Nies.” He said, spinning his heel to effectively plunge deeper into the wound.

Nie Huaisang relished the choked sob bubbling in Wen Ruohan’s throat, even more so when he saw it bob against the tip of Baxia’s blade.

He wanted this man to understand the grave mistake he had made. He wanted this man in the last seconds of his life to remember this, to remember all of his terrible deeds that lead up to this very moment.

He wanted this man to regret, even after death.

Nie Huaisang smiled sharply, and the shudder that passed over Wen Ruohan’s face was what made this all worth it. He leaned down and whispered in Wen Ruohan’s ear, the final words the man will ever get to hear.

“We hail from a long line of ruthless butchers.”

With that, Baxia swung down, so fast that anyone who blinked would have missed the moment history had been made.

Wen Ruohan’s head continued to roll until it reached the feet of the Yiling Patriarch. The grandmaster leered at the decapitated head before kicking it over to the freshly resurrected corpses of Wen Ruohan’s own sons. There was no hesitation as they scrambled to reach it first. Nie Huaisang turned away just as their dirty fingernails dug into skin.

He lifted his head to the sky, wondering if his mother and father were watching. If his brother was proud.

Baxia quaked victoriously in his hands. He closed his eyes, letting the relief flow over him as cultivators rejoiced around him.

Finally.

Peace at last.