blood is thicker than water

will you be judging me? since i am a fool, an idiot, a man who has done nothing but fail. or will you help me? hold my hand in these dark times?

[strgaykids]

♡

[xxmiaoming]

ｄｏｗｎ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｒｉｖｅｒ

     Silence hits Ming’s ears, there’s sound of water in the distance, and Ming follows the sound, an attempt to get away from silence and over to what he almost considers his home; the river. A river, the river, rivers, they mean a lot to Ming, for quite a few reason, the sight of water often reminds Ming of his younger days, the easier days when he played in water with his sister. Now the river is more like a home for him in the way that he often goes to them, mostly it’s for food, but it’s also for bathing, and to wash his clothes, because both his body and clothes gets bloody way too often.

     Ming’s still not too sure why he said yes to this trip, surely Ming can be a good guy and help others, that’s how he used to be, that’s how the Miao clan used to be, they used to see everyone as family and wanted to help everyone. But it’s not much like that anymore, now Ming puts himself first and does not care as much about helping anymore, he’d help but,, when,, it’s hard, it’s hard to talk and answer such thing, why he helps others, why he only does it sometimes.

     Ming reaches the river, after walking for some time he reaches the river, immediately he stops up, he stands and watches the river for a few seconds and then he bends down, lets his hands touch the water, it’s refreshing and calming for the male. As he stands up again he sees something in the river, Ming wonders what it is so he sits down to take it up, but it’s rather heavy compared to what he expected it to be. Was this even something he could use? Was he trying to get something out of the river for nothing or could it be used as information?

     Whatever the answer to that was he pulled with all his strength, and in a few more seconds he was looking at—

[xxmiaoming]

ｓｔｕｐｉｄ

     Now, was this really to anybody’s surprise. Surely there’s not really anybody who knows Ming very well, but you don’t exactly have to know Ming very well to realize that he does not like doing stuff like this. Reading perhaps, can interest Ming a little bit, but whether he wants to read or not depends on the time and what he’s reading, and they? They wanted him to read rules, rules firstly, is something Ming isn’t very fond of. The Miao clan got its own rules, but there are only five of those, and Ming only follows them if he wants to (though he surely does try his best to follow them). Furthermore about this rule thing, it was not fair, did they not understand everyone learn differently? Ming would need to learn the rules by breaking them, not by reading them, that was most surely obvious to Ming.

     Hence all these thoughts, that had made Ming try to eat the Regulations, his attempt at eating them surely didn’t go perfectly, but Ming felt it was worth the try, or was it really? Because because he had tried eating them instead of reading them, he had then failed the Regulations test and ended up here, re-saying every word over and over again, every sentence, every page, all the rules, and it was quite tiresome. Ming let out a yawn, he looked around, and then down again, why did this only get more boring with every word?

     Oh what a pain in the ass.

[xxmiaoming]

friends? 𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

[xxmiaoming]

jingyunxx

Jingyun couldn’t see the other sect disciples, but he knew they were around because of how different they made Cloud Recesses feel. Their howls of raucous laughter could be heard from across the halls and even constant berating had only managed to temporary silence them. They made the air feel warmer, Jingyun thought, lifting his fingers into the air, caressing the night breeze that twirled around him.

The direction of the breeze changed as another joined Jingyun in the courtyard. A rustle, soft but audible, followed by an unfamiliar sweet scent, prompted Jingyun to move. The other cultivator’s fingers grazed his shoulder, but was unable to catch him as he twisted away.

“Pardon me,” he said, steadying himself. “I was too deep in my own thoughts.” Jingyun folded his hands and bowed, introducing himself as Lan Jingyun, the same way he did to every disciple. “It is nice to meet you too…” He hesitated, considering the other’s words. “Young master Ming, is it?” Was there a Ming clan? He was there when the sect leader was writing invitations, diligently grinding the ink stone and spring water into a rich dark mixture.

Did the other cultivator introduce himself by his given name then? Perhaps he was a Wei. Jingyun didn’t mean to judge, but the Wei sect was notorious for producing cultivators with…lack of refinement. “Is there something I can help you with?” He was stopped more times during the past few days than he did for the last three years. Often, it was to direct other disciples to various locations.

For a second Ming is confused at the sense of nothing, how he can’t feel anything under his arm, how a man without his sight somehow managed to be faster than majority of people with their sight, he doesn’t question it too much, but rather begins what one could use such talent for, reacting to things so fastly.

He lets the other words enter one ear and come out the other in a second, though perhaps he should feel slightly more enthusiastic about talking to them, he doesn’t fully, he’s still bored, and it still feels weird for him to see so many people around him and now he’ll be with them for more than a day. “Yes, Ming” he replies back, lifting an arm to touch his hair as he stares out into the nothing once again. 

Ming repeated the other’s name in his head, he would remember that, or at least try to, he’s not too sure how much he actually does remember. He chuckles inside his head as the other bows, perhaps he should’ve done that too, but as the other is blind the thought didn’t even come across him before.

“Nothing” he replies, letting a low sigh leave his lips as he touches his bag, making sure it’s still there, he switches his look from nothing to the other male and then out into the nothing again. “I just wanted some sort of company, it’s always good to make friends, isn’t it?” he smiles again, though the other can’t see it, perhaps they can hear it.

[xxafu]

— a-fu vs. common sense

[xxmiaoming]

xxafu

       a-fu is about this close to actually taking the girl’s advice and asking the dead man himself what happened—but then he realizes that the dead man is, well, very much dead and won’t be able to answer him.  so naturally, a-fu starts to make assumptions.  first assumption is that the man died from self-infliction, and this poor, innocent, young maiden just so happened to run into him.  second assumption is that the man was murdered, and this poor, innocent, young maiden just so happened to run into him.  third assumption is that this poor, innocent, young maiden  ( okay, we get it )  killed him.

       surely.

       surely surely surely,

       it can’t be the third one.  this maiden is too pretty and too pure to do something as awful asslitting a man’s throat.

       so it must be either of the first two assumptions.  probably more-so the second one than the first, seeing that there isn’t a bloody sword laying around.  that means only one thing …  “there’s a murderer among us.”  he says this a bit too seriously, a bit too creepily, almost as if he knows the truth.  what he says next does not help him any:  “we’ll give him a proper burial.”

       he crouches down next to the man’s head, his eyes narrowing on the wound.  it’s a bit fresher than expected – but he doesn’t dwell on it.  instead, he reaches underneath to lug the man up by the armpits.  he then raises his chin to indicate the man’s legs.  “let’s move him over there.”  his head cranes toward the forest.

     Partly Ming was still confused as to how he been mistaken for a woman, and how he should take it, it did mean that it most apparently was fairly easy for him to trick people into thinking he was a woman, but it also meant he looked pretty feminine, didn’t it? How was he supposed to react to that? Was it a good thing or a bad thing, did he look pretty or fragile.

     Ming laughs and shakes his head slightly, there’s a murderer among them? They’re only two people, if there’s one among them then why isn’t he suspecting Ming more? “I suppose” he replies quietly, voice still high pitched. 

     Ming doesn’t say anything, he blinks, and repeats the words in his head and then asks himself if he heard correctly… They’re going to bury him? Ming just killed him so neatly, managed to cut their throat without getting dirty himself, and now he’s going to get dirty anyway because this stranger wants to bury them? “I” he says with his casual voice, immediately realizing.

     He changes his voice to Yi’s again “I don’t think I can do that… Looking at this dead body right now is making me uncomfortable and scared, I should better start going honestly”. He thinks for a second, and then swings his bag over his shoulder and grabs something from it “alcohol? You should drink it” he says with a smile, perhaps if the other gets drunk then they can convince themselves that this never happened, and they were just drunk and seeing things.

[xxafu]

— a-fu vs. common sense

[xxmiaoming]

xxafu

       it’s a complete and utter accident that a-fu ends up traveling solo.  ( then again, everything he does in life is a complete and utter accident, including being born. )  see, on the day the wei disciples disembarked for cloud recesses, a-fu was chasing butterflies.  quite literally.  granted, he’d been chasing butterflies two days prior to departure and had gotten lost, thus why he didn’t make it back on time.

       the sect leader, always an enigma in her own right, laughed in his face then chastised him for being irresponsible.  she then ushered him off, telling him to fly east so he could catch up with the others.  and a-fu did precisely that.  with feet firmly planted on his sword, he took off … only to come to a startling realization, a few minutes later, that he didn’t know which way was east.

       and so that brings him here, on foot, wandering aimlessly through in hopes of running intosome disciple heading in the same direction.

       he runs into a pretty lady.

       he gleams.

       “pretty missus!  pretty missus!  over here!”  he waves frantically as he jogs up to@xxmiaoming.  “pretty miss—oh, beautiful missus!”

       the stars have aligned, and fate is real.

       and then his eyes drop to the crumpled figure on the ground.  that’s an odd position to sleep in.  wait.  he crouches down and sticks a finger underneath the man’s nostrils.  oh, shit.  “what happened?”

     Ming is sure that nobody understands him, because nobody has been in his situation. Travelling around alone, surviving alone, it’s rather difficult. And sometimes it seems like not surviving is easier, other times Ming is willing to do anything to survive. The things Ming has done for food, money, somewhere to sleep, sometimes Ming wonders if he even has limits for how far he would go. He heard of it, the lectures, school, or whatever the something Lan or whatever their name were clan, and he wanted to attend, but to no surprise, people (Ming) from his little clan had no invitation gotten, hence, Ming surely had no choice but to steal an invitation. 

     And it wasn’t fully his intention, but suddenly the person he stole from didn’t only got their invitation stolen but their life too, with simpler words said; Ming had somehow killed them. It wasn’t Ming’s intention, but stealing from them was harder than Ming had wanted, and now, they had gotten themselves killed, surely Ming was the one who cut their throat, but Ming is pretty sure that it was still their own fault for dying, they should’ve been more careful.

     Ming’s body stiffens as he suddenly hears a voice, he doesn’t look, but he listens to the words ‘pretty misus’? Ming looks down, he’s not wearing his pink dress, he hasn’t even made his hair or put on make up, and they’re still mistaking him for a female? Should Ming be happy about this? That he’s that pretty, or should he be offended that he seems that feminine?

     Ming chooses not to say anything, he watches as the male touches the dead body and asks to what happened. He watches for a bit, rumbles shortly and thinks hard, then decides, if the stranger already for some reason believes he’s a woman, he’ll go with that. He lets out a cough, and then makes his voice higher, fitting to the voice of Yi, a female “he’s dead” he answers back, crounching down like the other.

     “If you want to know the reason why I’d suggest asking them yourself, I don’t know why”

[xxmiaoming]

friends? 𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

     The male sits and fiddles with his own clothes, he stares out into the nothing, it’s been quite some time since he has had a place to stay for more than a week. He’s not going to consider this place home of course, but just facts, just looking at the facts, if he manages to stay here all year then this will be the closest he has had to a home since he was twelve, he’s always travelling, constantly acting like he’s running from someone, though in reality, there are probably nobody caring enough about him to think about his whereabouts.

     With staying a place for more than a year, there of course comes friends, right? At least people you know of, Ming figured out, finding someone to hang out with, someone you could put some kind of fake trust into would probably be a good idea, he just didn’t know who to approach, everybody seemed. Yeah.

     Ming has friends, it’s not like he’s a total loner, but those friends he sees maximum twice a year if he’s lucky, and besides those there’s only his owl, which he in all honestly would rather just call a pet than a friend (though truly speaking, the owl and himself are the only ones he truly got), a male ( @jingyunxx ) with something around his eyes catches his eyes, he watches them for a bit, are they blind? That would make it easier for both Yi and Ming to befriend him then. 

     Ming stands up in a swift motion, drags himself and his backpack in the direction of the other, he puts a smile on, (though they can’t see it, so it’s more for Ming himself), and he approaches the stranger by swinging an arm around them                                                                                         “I’m Ming, nice to meet you”

[xxmiaoming]

( gif credit to; jo gozon )

woo ! look who it is ! it’s ya girl ! juju ! m here w my first muse, chaotic miao ming, and am super excited!!! took me time to make intro, but honestly am just surprised that i’ve managed to make intro uhyhgtf. boy ain’t got no plot page currently, but hopefully yall up for brainstorming or sum!!!, i’ll put some info about him below and link his pages!!!

about ◦ history ◦ tags ◦ facts ◦ drawings

short history

so firstly, he’s from a minor clan! (miao clan), though it’s just him because the rest of the clan died

his mom zheng, dad chen and sister yi used to be a part of the lanling jin sect until zheng killed someone and they were like shit we gotta go, so basically they just ran away and made their own clan kijhuyg

they were basically quiet, like everyone was like wtf where they at until ming got born and they started showing themselves again (though they kinda just acted like zheng aint ever kill anyone)

ming grew up hearing weird stories about him and his family whereever he went, he was always like wtf

yi, his sister began acting a lil weird, for some reason didn’t rlly like mama and papa, and one day she get killed by zheng

chen kills zheng, ming at twelve comes in and see his dead mom and sister and alive dad and be like holy shit, dad be like “it ok, we can just go”, ming goes nah, dad and ming have a little fight, ming wins and boom, chen dead

so twelve year old boy gotta survive in world now. somehow he manages to do that. 

facts

so he dress up as a girl sometimes, calls himself “miao yi”, does in order to seduce man and either get; somewhere to sleep, food or money

he got these three kunais he uses to climb and shoot at people, and yes, he will probably try throwing them at you at least once

if he drunk and you within twenty meters of him, he’ll come running at you for hug

he got nice hair, will kill you if you touch it unless he sees you as a friend/got that crush on you

got an owl, owl always tries eating people so he kinda tired of it

HATES fish because it’s basically all he eats

pull out bow and arrow and he sleep, he think the weapon boring and u boring if u use it

you annoy him he wont hestitate to stab stab

you absolute welcome to slap, punch or stab him or something, he probably deserves it KJIHUYUGT

[xiuxiancrp]

                  —  INTRODUCING 苗明 MIAO MING  —                             twenty-two.  disciple, minor clan.

[ HE ] who wields XUESHUI and his trusted THREE KUNAIS. skilled in ENHANCED PHYSICAL STRENGTH. his ultimate desire? TO FIND OUT WHY AND HOW HIS SISTER DIED.

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[xxmiaoming]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎

TW: mentions of murder

The young boy hums quietly, a song which his sister sometimes sing for him. “Tell me the story of the Miao clan again!” a female voice excitedly says, Ming turns his head, is this that terrible story again? Why is she so excited about that? “Okay” another female a tad older answers back, though Ming doesn’t want to hear the story again, he for some reason listens anyway”

“The Miao clan, it currently only consists of four family members. Miao Zheng, Miao Chen, Miao Yi and Miao Ming, though they’re only four people I’ve heard they’re just as big as some of the biggest clans. The story goes; Zheng, one of the most beautiful people on earth, if not the most beautiful, and Chen, one of the bravest people on earth if not the bravest fell in love. As they fell in love their worlds only consisted of the two, they were deeply, madly in love. It was perhaps, the perfect couple, never had two people cared so much about each other, and then the couple got a child, Yi. Yi was a girl, a girl almost as beautiful and brave as her parents, she was somewhat perhaps the closets you can get to a perfect child. However one day something terrible happened, Zheng let her emotions take over and she accidentally killed a man, out of shame, sadness, and regret the family fled from their original clan, The Lanling Jin Sect. For a few years nobody could come in contact with the three, and people wondered where the oh so perfect pair had gone, when they finally made an appearance they introduced themselves as the Miao clan, and now with a second child, Miao Ming. The family had been quiet for a few years because they didn’t know what to do after Zheng had killed someone, they were sorry, filled with regret and sadness, but after having brought Ming into the world they saw light. After Ming they decided to live all of their lives to make up for the mistake, now they every day go around to save people’s life and make people’s life better. They hunt demons every day, help the poor, and do nothing for themselves but everything for others. They’re like gods, they’re powerful, they can save anyone from anyone or anything”

The female finishes. “Don’t you think they’d be able to save our father then?” the female asks the older. Miao sits shocked, this wasn’t the same story as last? And he’s not entirely sure if he likes this one much better, because this isn’t the truth either, is it?

[xxmiaoming]

𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨

TW: mentions of murder, mentions of death

The young male sits quiet, his parents let him wander off for a bit, and now he’s just sitting, staring. Suddenly he hears a word that grabs his attention though, “the Miao clan” he turns his head in a swift motion, “have you heard of the Miao clan” one boy asks another girl, to which she shakes her head to. “Let me tell you the story of them” the male says, sitting down next to the female.

“A long time ago, a beautiful woman called Zheng and a brave man called Chen from The Lanling Jin Sect fell in love, everybody was happy for them, they seemed to be the perfect couple, a brave man with one of the most beautiful women in the entire world? It seemed like a perfect couple, except it wasn’t. Their love for each other was strong, perhaps too strong, they didn’t care about anyone around them, they only cared for each other, their worlds only consisted of them, they both became self-centered, but in a weird way, in the way that they only loved themselves and the other. People assumed this was only a phase, that it would end, but it got much worse when the so called “perfect couple” brought a child into the world, their world now consisted of the three. Formerly Chen had been known as someone brave, funny, someone everybody loved, and Zheng as someone beautiful, lovely, someone everybody loved, but after their child neither of them were like that anymore. They were now more described as self-centered, manipulative, almost evil. Everybody hoped they would become better, but they did not, they became worse and worse with time, one night, the once beautiful and lovely Zheng? She murdered a man, and after this the family of three immediately ran away, they had now officially become a family who killed. Somebody said this was their destiny, that in the past they had been so lovely they had suppressed anything evil they had in them, and suddenly all their evilness got awoken as the pair met each other. After they ran away, they were unheard of for a few years, what I’ve been told is that in those years nobody heard anything from them or ever saw them they were planning how to become more evil. They got another child, that’s how they fulfilled their evilness, they’re now a family of four and call themselves the Miao clan, a new name they took upon them. They only live to see blood and make people suffer, wherever they go they go to make people hurt, if you ever was to go out somewhere alone and meet them, run, run as fast as you can, even though that might not help, because they’ll catch you, they’ll torture you, then they’ll kill you, and they’ll make it seem like some supernatural killed you, something like a demon or a ghost. And all in the process? They’ll smile, and they’ll laugh, and they’ll love it, because the only people they care about is themselves, they are, human demons”

The male finishes his story, the female looks scared and Miao sits confused, that’s not at all what they’re like, is it? What kind of story is that?

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[lmyangyang-deactivated20191213]

reckless stranger

[xxmiaoming]

lmyangyang

for most of his life, yangyang has always been a given a step forward before most others. he hadn’t known what it’s like to really be uncomfortable until he experienced life off the army base and away from his parents but even then, it wasn’t that uncomfortable. he got along with dejun and hendery from probably the second week of them all living together. and if he needed anything, he knew there were plenty of people to rely on. one being his cousin living in the immediate seoul area.

“you can… sleep here,” yangyang says pulling out a spare sleeping mat and laying it on the floor of his room, that should be better than the floor. “i have lots of spare pillows and blankets too.” he looks up at yibo and gives him a shy smile. “do you need anything else?”

Yibo is homeless, but is he really homeless? He doesn’t have a home yeah, and a lot of the time he sleeps on the street, he also doesn’t have a job (though if you ask Yibo, he’ll say that playing that guitar is a real job), he also often either doesn’t anything or steals from the supermarket, but most of the time? He doesn’t do any of that, because thanks to his wonderful personality he gots loads of friends, and most of the time he asks those friends if he can sleep at their house, who had become his choice of sleeping at for tonight? Yangyang, a fellow Chinese human-being. 

“Thanks” Yibo whispers upon hearing Yangyang’s words. Truly if Yibo did not have any friends he would be fucked. “I’m fine with anything, really, thanks for letting me sleep over”. “Oh ah yeah, can I get a glass of water?”

[xxmiaoming]

❀✿❁ i didn’t steal, i just took it

This event wasn’t as much as a success as Yibo had thought it to be. He had mostly only come because he had guessed a lot of people would come, and lots of people meant more people he could charm (or annoy) into giving him food, but for some reason nobody had really believed him when he said he was homeless. And flirting hadn’t gone as smoothly as usual. Everybody was too busy having ''fun'', being with their friends, or ignoring him, how surprising. why would't people want to give food to a handsome tall man like him? Partly Yibo was annoyed by it, but could he really blame people? That they for once didn't judge people for their looks and all were amazed by him, but instead all choose to have fun?

Hm. There wasn't much to do? His attempt in getting free food hadn't gone as greatly as hoped, still he got some free food (which was gone in a second), but now it was getting late, he hadn't managed to contact any friends for the night and ask them if he could sleep at their place, and he hadn't gotten as much food as wanted, so everything had not gone after the plan.

That's right when he spotted the face, a face he recognized, somebody he considered to be a friend, and they stood right there, with food in there hand, ready to eat, and that's when Yibo decided it. He ran in the direction of Yuta, stole the food from their hand and ate it a second before turning to Yuta with a smile "long time, no see".

                                                     and we gave this one to @lmyuta

[xxmiaoming]

❀✿❁ oh hello 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 stranger

Tired. Yibo was tired, this whole thing was surprisingly tiring. Yibo had thought of himself as one of the smartest humans alive when he showed up, he thought ‘a Halloween event, nice, there must be a lot of people in a good mood’, and thus he had made his journey over to here to find people that seemed either dumb enough for him to trick them into giving him money or food, or people who seemed nice enough to do it willingly. Look at Yibo and he doesn’t exactly look homeless, nor does he smell like it, for sure he doesn’t take a shower every day, but often he showers at friend’s house, and he cleans his clothes at their house too. So the whole ‘I’m homeless, please help’ story hadn’t worked on many as he didn’t in particular looked that homeless.

Yet he hadn’t given up, so far he had already gotten some free food, and he wanted more, he was all down for trying to get more people to buy him food. And when he spotted a face that seemed kind enough he swung an arm around the stranger’s shoulder. “I’m Yibo, nice to meet you” as always his charming smile on his lips as he talked to a stranger, and then he continued his talking as he started playing with a tot of the stranger’s hair. “Do you think you would be able to buy me some food?”

                                                      and we gave this one to @lmxars

[fmdmingxing]

hellos guys

i was gonna do replies, but i’ve just been staring at my computer. the recent news… they make me very sad… i’ve been a mbb since the beginning and omg i’m a baby i cried KJHYGTF. i’m gonna be requesting a hiatus. i’ll still try doing replies but… very sad……….. grvtfrdefjw 2c,m

xoxo juju

[xxmiaoming]

❀✿❁ Bᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ

Is Yibo dumb? Is he smart? Great question. Yibo has his ways to usually getting things to be like he wants them to be, does he want to be the midfielder when playing soccer? Then he usually manages to convince people into letting him be the midfielder. Yibo gets things easily because he's a lovely charming man. Yet he lives on the street, not wanting a real job, and using most of his time on doing nothing but playing his stupid guitar in order to not even get that much money. Smart. If you asked Yibo he would definitely say he's smart.

Currently he was at his stupid spooky event he didn't in particular interested in. Yibo has never understood the concept of Halloween, isn't it supposed to be scary? What's so scary about stupid pumpkins with faces? But if he doesn't like Halloween, then why was he at this event? Because he's smart. He had showed up because he wanted free food, and he was sure somebody at this event would give him free food.

One of his first targets? This stranger. Had he any idea about who they were? No. But that wasn't important, food was what was important here. "My dude!" he said, throwing an arm around the stranger's shoulder. "Want to bet? Want to see who can do ten push up the fastest? I win you buy me food, you win I walk away"

                                                 and we gave this one to @lmeric