#misfits-den

[nbdraws]

i know it is now officially November, but we do have another Halloween Commission Special to post ~ this time we are ft. Vash from Trigun and an OC (Kitt) courtesy of @misfits-den thanks again so much for reaching out. it's always fun to do little holiday related things now and again!

[nature-nerd-sarah]

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? (or zoo, or safari, or any other place)

I mean, all of them? I generally like too many different animals to really pick one lol

Though at the Amsterdam Zoo, I do never want to leave until I've at least seen the kanchil or lesser mouse deer:

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt if I may ask: little Nie MingJue running into pre-Jiang sect Wei WuXian chased by dogs, seeing him quiver in fear /exactly/ like HuaiSang, his big brother instincts kicking in, and five minutes later he has Wei WuXian rolled up in blankets, stuffing him with food, while going on tirade on how he needs to grow a backbone, those were just some strays, this dage will help you train, while Wei WuXian is all ????

Nie Mingjue left the discussion conference early.

He’d done what he’d promised all the sect elders: he hadn’t lost his temper, he hadn’t drawn Baxia, he hadn’t raised his voice, and he hadn’t left before the official events were over. He’d behaved the way a Sect Leader should – a brand new one, yes, so freshly appointed to the position that he was still wearing almost entirely white, but a Sect Leader nonetheless.

After the official talks were over, Jin Guangshan had called for wine and “absent-mindedly” asked Nie Mingjue if he was even old enough to drink it, an obvious probe; Nie Mingjue had looked at him straight in the eye and reminded him that alcohol was forbidden for those in filial mourning, and he wouldn’t be drinking for another three years. Lan Qiren, there on behalf of the ever-absent Qingheng-jun, had nodded in approval; Jiang Fengmian had accepted the drink instead, seeking to break the awkwardness. 

Wen Ruohan had held out his hand for a drink as well, smile slick as poison and eyes lingering, and Nie Mingjue had left without another word.

A little rude, but not outside the boundaries of reason.

All in all, Nie Mingjue thought he’d done pretty well: his fingers had only started shaking once he’d gotten outside. He did as well as anyone could expect, really. He was fifteen years old, pretending to be eighteen – Qinghe had never shared much personal information with the other Sects, and he was tall enough to make it believable as long as he didn’t talk too much and kept his voice low – and he’d just spent four shichen in the company of his father’s murderer, talking shop as if nothing had happened. 

Really, it was a good sign that he’d only started shaking once he’d gotten outside, whether from fear or from anger –

Better it be anger. Anger was practically a family tradition, just as much as their sabers; it would be fine if he were angry, and he was – being scared was just pathetic. What was he supposed to, clutch Baxia to his chest or hide her away where no one could use her to kill him? Ridiculous.

He’d done fine, Nie Mingjue reminded himself as he walked through the streets. It was fine. Fine. He’d done it, and it was over…and he’d have to do it all again tomorrow.

He was not fine.

He was breathing hard, his face was red, his fingers were still shaking – he needed to hit something.

There was a soft cry of fear, not unlike a kitten but definitely human, from the alley next to him, and he was moving before he’d even thought twice about it, Baxia leaping forward into his hands, eager to destroy anything evil –

It was a little boy, cowering at a bunch of dogs.

Not quite evil, but better than nothing, he supposed. Nie Mingjue sighed and walked over, swinging his saber less as a weapon and more as a broom – he apologized to Baxia in his heart – and the dogs went running at once, yipping and whining.

He crouched in front of the boy. Small, malnourished, and no more than seven or eight, he guessed; right around Nie Huaisang’s age. His clothing as torn and his feet and fingers were red.

“Hey,” he said gruffly. “You know those were only a couple of strays, right? They won’t hurt you.”

The boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve, then looked up at him with a teary-eyed smile. He was still quivering, more steamed pudding than child, and for a moment there he looked so much like Huaisang that Nie Mingjue wanted to wrap him up in his arms and hold him until they both felt better. Or until Huaisang got bored and kneed him in the guts, whichever came first.

“Thank you, da-ge,” the kid said, and then he reached out to try to – to try to pick up a bun that had clearly fallen onto the ground and been chewed by dogs and, no. Just no.

Nie Mingjue had the worst day ever; he was not going to let some small mirror of Nie Huaisang eat off the ground.

“Get up,” he said, standing up. “I’ll buy you something to eat, okay? Do you like meat?”

The kid’s eyes glowed, which wasn’t surprising; who didn’t like meat? Excluding the Lan sect, but even they didn’t dislike meat, they just liked suffering more.

Nie Mingjue took the kid’s hand in his own and blinked, surprised to find a spark of cultivation in there: the kid wasn’t a regular person, but a cultivator – or he would be, if he got some training. He had potential. “What’s your name?”

“Wei Ying,” the kid chirped.

“Right. Wei Ying. Do you have parents?” Shifty eyes suggested no. “Were they cultivators?” An eager nod. “Do you want to be one, too?”

“Yes!”

There were lots of rules about what a person could and couldn’t do when they were in mourning for their father, including about adding to their family – but as Sect Leader, Nie Mingjue wasn’t bound by that restriction; he could always add people to his sect. It wasn’t supposed to be a decision he made lightly, and he was pretty sure the sect elders would have some harsh words to say to him about not being able to simply invite anyone he liked back to Qinghe and how he wasn’t responsible for rescuing all the world’s children.

Still, he was Sect Leader. What was the point of enduring all of this misery if he couldn’t do something good once in a while?

Nie Mingjue looked down at where Wei Ying was chattering away eagerly, skipping and jumping up and down in his excitement, and smiled. Not only a new cultivator with some promise, he also thought that there was a good chance that Huaisang would appreciate having someone else his age around to play with, especially someone lively and good-natured the way Wei Ying seemed to be.

He still wanted to hit someone, or something, the anger (not fear) still running hot under his skin, but at least the moment of frenzy had passed; he could get out the urge for movement by doing something constructive, like teaching Wei Ying the basic movements he would need as a foundation before he started learning how to wield saber. 

Hopefully he’d take to it more than Huaisang had…

“Tell me about your sect!” Wei Ying demanded, beaming.

“Our sect.”

“Our sect!”

Nie Mingjue, who wasn’t always the best with words, made an effort to share some of the basics. 

As they walked, he caught a familiar flash of purple going down another street and made a small detour to avoid bumping into Jiang Fengmian – the man thought himself well-meaning and kind, but Nie Mingjue had no time for a man so milquetoast and committed to neutrality that he’d looked shocked at the mere idea of offering a word of condemnation against Wen Ruohan for what he’d done to Nie Mingjue’s father. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly Jiang Fengmian was looking for in the streets, but he didn’t especially care, either.

He had a new guest disciple to take care of.

[blackkatmagic]

Can I just say that I absolutely love how you describe how the Force feels like when used in "between blood and sweetness"? Most of the time it's always "someone lifted something", but the way you tell how things have weight in this fabric that connects everything *chef kiss*

Canon has very vague descriptions, so it is my joy to take them and run with them. 

[tempenensis]

For if super speed would work against infinity: assuming that it's the electron forces that actually keep it apart, then yes in theory, but the speed would have to be incredible, like around speed of light kind of speed (basic high school physics here, so I can't give you exact number). And if it's the half-the-distance-as-time-slows, the by definition, it wouldn't work, since no matter the speed, you only ever half the distance to him.

Hello, thanks for sharing your thoughts!

Yup, I also thought so. Since infinity is you know, limitless, the distance is alluded to be ‘unlimited’, so even as one run using super speed, they won’t reach the ‘end’ of the distance.  

[surfacage]

If you don't mind me asking, what kind of crossbreed are Lief's persians?

you can see some of here - pyroar, absol, flaaffy

[crazycookiemaniac]

Congrats on purging your followers 🎉

SJKKSJA thank you very much 👁👄👁

[seirxi]

What was Ansel's reaction to seeing Alex for the very first time? [unless it's a spoiler]

confusion