#random bit

[clockwayswrites]

Desperate, Danny searches for Blanche in the crowd, hoping for backup. When he spots her, she just smiles serenely back at him and makes an exaggerated motion about opening a drawer and finding papers. Grumbling under his breath the whole time, Danny heads to Blanche’s office for the meeting notes. This is what he gets working for loving elder queer and cornerstone of the neighborhood: betrayal in the form of encouragement.

[not-rude-ginger]

I'm going through some old (in that they're my first toyings with Untamed) bits and pieces I wrote, and I thought this one had some good crunchy stuff in it.

It's from the JC is a pod person fic I still want to write. I was still figuring out everyone's voice, the pinyin, but I think the idea was solid. It just has such a big cast for a chunk of it, I dread having to write it.

By the time they were done exploring the other sects had begun to arrive. Jīn Líng joined Jiāng Chéng in welcoming them, one after the other and Wèi Wúxiàn took the opportunity to watch Jiāng Chéng for anything unusual. It was difficult to say what he was looking for because he did not really know Sect Leader Jiāng the way he knew Jiāng Chéng. Sect Leader Jiāng did seem rather… disinterested in his guests, but that did not seem like a massive change to how Jiāng Chéng would normally have felt, though maybe he would have hid it a bit better.

“Ah, Sect Leader Jiāng!” crowed Sect Leader Yao as he approached with his entourage. Sect Leader Jiāng looked him up and down as the older man bowed obsequiously, looking faintly amused. “Thank you for the invitation to your home.”

“It’s a Cultivation Conference, everyone is invited,” said Jiāng Chéng flatly and Wèi Wúxiàn looked away to hide his grin.

“Still, it is an honour to be received so warmly,” said Sect Leader Yao in a bald faced lie because Jiāng Chéng’s expression was flat and empty as he stared at the man. “I brought a gift.” A disciple hurried up and held out a pretty lacquered box. Jiāng Chéng reached out and flicked it open, revealing an ornate hand mirror. Jīn Líng and Jiāng Mín peered at it with approval, and Jiāng Mín took the box from the disciple. Jiāng Chéng watched them take it away and said,

“Do you think I’m pretty Sect Leader Yao?”

Wèi Wúxiàn choked on the wine he’d been drinking and buried his face in his elbow to smother the sound as Sect Leader Yao let out a noise of offence and Jīn Líng said,

“Uncle, stop trying to be funny!”

“Who said I was trying to be funny?” asked Jiāng Chéng and Wèi Wúxiàn turned back in time to see Jiāng Chéng tilt his head to the side without the slightest change in his expression, “Why else would you give a Sect Leader a mirror?”

Sect Leader Yao sputtered a bit more before Jiāng Mín came back and quietly beckoned them to follow. As soon as they were out of earshot Jīn Líng rounded on Jiāng Chéng,

“Uncle, you can’t say that to a sect leader!”

“But I just did,” said Jiāng Chéng, his tone as flat as his expression.

“You would break my legs if I did it!”

“Really? I don’t think I’d give a shit what you do,” said Jiāng Chéng. Any amusement Wèi Wúxiàn had felt before vanished.

“Uncle what is wrong with you?” Jīn Líng demanded.

“You think something is wrong with me?” asked Jiāng Chéng.

“Well you’re acting weird!”

Jiāng Chéng looked down at Jīn Líng for a long moment, and Jīn Líng started to squirm under the gaze. Wèi Wúxiàn tensed up, there was something very unpleasant in the way Jiāng Chéng was looking at Jīn Líng, like he was an insect Jiāng Chéng was considering crushing. Jīn Líng shifted backwards, his shoulders tensing and his grip on Suihua tightening. Then Jiāng Chéng reached up and pinched Jīn Líng’s chin, which made Jīn Líng jump about a foot in the air and stumble backwards. Jiāng Chéng smiled, a slow, malevolent smile.

“Pathetic.”

“Jiùjiu!” Jīn Líng cried, sounding upset, and Wèi Wúxiàn stepped in.

[whichrunsred]

"...M-...Ma'am I understand it's your order, but I already COMPLETED the job."

Geno hissed lightly as the volume from the phone suddenly hit max and the yelling became unbearable.

"So what? Ma'am it was a kill order! I can't kidnap a pile of ash!"

A long silence.

"...I will scoop him up and bring it to you, Lady E-"

More shouting.

"NO I DON'T THINK THEY'LL PAY FOR HIM BACK?!"

[catamount-collections]

The Town

There is a town hidden deep in the mountains, where connections to the outside are few.

It is a small town, a quiet town. The sort of place where everyone knows everyone, where doors are left unlocked at night and children wander without fear. Some call it idylic, some call it a paradise, others simply call it home.

Things are different, however, when the visitor comes to town. No one knows their name. They barely know their face. Each time, they are a little different, the details a little strange. They come to trade, to barter for what they cannot find or make.

Their wares are good, and their dealings fair. If one can afford their talismans, the things are well worth the cost. One of them saved the Peters boy from a bear, you see, and another protected old man Callaghan from breaking his neck when he fell from his deer stand. In mountains like these, good protection is worth the price.

For there is a price. All things have one.

The people of the town do not speak of it. They do not mention how the visitor never ages, how their town is sheltered from ill luck, how the creatures that lurk in the woods around them dare not cross the town line.

They do not speak of it, when a child goes missing on a moonless night. They do not need to. A child lost on a night when the moon is dark becomes nameless, existing only in memory.

They keep no record of them, they mount no search.

And when the visitor comes the next morning with their too-wide smile and polished bone trinkets, the people pretend not to know what price has been paid.

[rotting-steel]

I was born in a cage.

I was tortured in the name of science.

I was abandoned.

I was saved.

I crawled free of my chains.

I put on the armor.

I picked up the gun.

[pearlescentmoonrp]

House with no mirrors = her. Yes.

[simoneblkwtch]

I'm not about to be nobody's side chick lmfaoo like c'mon son I know my worth.