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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Hey does nie huisang's mother ever come back? I really liked the part where she doted and bonded with mingjue. I think even though she's not human she'd be even more delighted with him and more or less adopt him all over again after seeing how he cared so fiercely for huisang (also I don't think she'd care that guangyao has given up. Try to touch either of her kids and your a dead man... or maybe just mingjue? Since he's human and a LOT younger than her maybe she just goes around killing the people that have the capacity and wish to kill him)

spontaneous sequel to this morning’s fic (ao3 link here)

Huli jing were pretty rare, as spiritual beasts went, and that was generally considered to be a good thing - when they were bad, they were very very bad - but Nie Mingjue faithfully followed up on every possible lead regardless, putting it out among the other cultivation sects that he had a special interest and would appreciate - with monetary remuneration, even - a heads up should one ever show itself.

Mostly this meant following up on a lot of false leads, including, in one somewhat embarrassing case, an actual fox that had stolen the local farmer’s prize goose.

Still: family was family, and so he kept it up.

He had to stop during the war, naturally, and in the period immediately following it when his health had gotten very bad for a while, although luckily the dragon managed to fix it back up, and he’d been doing very well ever since. Lan Xichen had wondered if it was Clarity and Jin Guangyao had refused to talk to him for a month for some reason, but that wasn’t that important.

He was feeling better now, so he started following up on leads again. Nie Huaisang was coming up on his first quarter-century very soon, and that was supposed to be a big event - his first tail! - and books were all well and good but someone, anyone, with experience was better.

Ironically enough, he found what he was looking for on a scheduled hunt that wasn’t anything anyone had identified as a huli jing, but rather what appeared to be rather a great deal of nu gui appearing all at once near Lanling, enough to make a notorious womanizer like Jin Guangshan start to sweat. They’d all been making the rounds, all the various Great Sects together - even Jiang Cheng had joined in, as well as Lan Wangji, recently emerged from seclusion with a scowl firmly on his face.

“Why do you think they’re aiming at the Jin sect?” Lan Xichen wondered aloud as they walked around the edges of an abandoned village very close to Lanling - one of the trouble spots. “It’d be one thing if it were one of them, but so many...?”

“My theory is that someone is murdering all of Sect Leader Jin’s outside women so that they’ll go after him,” Jiang Cheng said, then glanced at Jin Guangyao. “No offense meant, of course.”

Jin Guangyao waved a hand dismissively. He’d started loosening up in the time since he met the dragon, revealing a bit more of his sharper and nastier side in a way that made Nie Mingjue respect him more than all of his fake softness had, and for some reason that had made Jiang Cheng warm right up to him. All for the good, in Nie Mingjue’s opinion, since they were all but co-raising that nephew of theirs...

“Who would do that, though?” he asked. “It’s as if they bear him a grudge, but it seems like a roundabout way of going about -”

“Dumpling!”

Nie Mingjue stopped moving.

There was a woman standing in the door to one of the village houses. Like a nu gui she was dressed all in red, but her flesh was ruddy and her complexion vibrant; her luxurious hair looped in a widow’s braids but her figure just as gorgeous as it had ever been.

She held out her hands towards Nie Mingjue, smiling. “Oh, cabbage bun, meat pie, my darling! How have you been?”

“...did she just...”

“Right to Chifeng-zun‘s face?”

Nie Mingjue put Baxia away.

“Mingjue-xiong?” Lan Xichen asked, frowning. “You should be careful; we had heard that this village was abandoned of all human life.”

“No one who calls Chifeng-zun a cabbage bun could be human,” Jiang Cheng mumbled under his breath.

“Second mother?” Nie Mingjue called tentatively as he approached, and ignored how the cultivators around him all abruptly went silent and slack-jawed. “Is that you?”

“Naturally,” she said. “You don’t think I’d miss my baby’s birthday, do you? After you did such a good job taking care of him, too! Oh, my little carp, I’m sorry it took so long. I had to cut one off to escape, you understand, and once you do that you’re really rather stuck until you gather enough power to get back to full strength...would’ve been a touch awkward, wouldn’t you say?”

She certainly talked about as much as Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue reflected.

“He’ll be happy to see you,” he said. If this was the wrong huli jing - and he wouldn’t be shocked if it was, what with the way they changed faces - and a trick was being played, it wouldn’t work on Nie Huaisang. “Were you planning on staying long? Just the birthday, or...?”

He wasn’t giving up Nie Huaisang to anyone at all, not even his birth mother.

“I hadn’t quite decided,” she said, nodding in a way that meant that she understood his meaning and didn’t intend to dispute it; he relaxed at the sight of her agreement. “I got a little distracted, actually. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what that nasty man tried to do to you!”

“Nasty man?” Nie Mingjue asked, puzzled. “Do you mean Wen Ruohan? That was ages ago.”

“Not him, my gooey little egg! That nasty Jin sect leader, all sly and underhanded tricks - not that I mind sly and underhanded tricks, of course, least of all murderous ones - but I mean, really. The gall of that man, thinking he could snap up my little morsel before I could!”

“...does she like Chifeng-zun or want to eat him?” Jiang Cheng whispered.

“Unknown,” Lan Wangji murmured back.

“Shhh,” Lan Xichen said. “A-Yao, are you all right? You’ve gone terribly pale...”

“Anyway, chicken wing, I decided to bring back all of his nightmares to haunt him,” she chattered on cheerfully, throwing her head haughtily, the eyes of all the men and women irresistibly followed the graceful lines of her neck and shoulders, though most of them were able to pull their eyes away a moment later. That was her mercy, rather than their strength; she was a strong enough huli jing to entrap a sect leader, and Nie Mingjue’s father had been no slouch, even if he had bad taste in bed partners. “It’s been ever so much fun.”

Nie Mingjue sighed. “Second mother,” he said. “I thought I asked you not to kill people? As a special birthday favor to me?”

“Oh, pork chop, I know! I haven’t forgotten - no killing people around you, I remember, I remember. I haven’t killed anyone...well, in connection with this, anyway. I just had a little chat with some of my underworld friends and brought the ones who��d already died back.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyes shot straight to a - by now - even more pale Jin Guangyao. “Uh,” he said. “By chance, second mother, did you happen to pass by Yunping...?”

“Such a sweet little tanghulu you are! I could pop you right into my mouth and never frown.” He was only a few steps away from her now, and she danced forward to pat him on the cheek. “Don’t worry! I know how much you care for your friends. I made sure not to send A-Shi anywhere those mean old cultivators could get her.”

“A-Yao! Oh, someone help me, I think he’s stopped breathing - come, sit down -”

“You really need to stop bringing back nu gui,” Nie Mingjue decided to say instead of dealing with...that. “They’re not getting past Jinlin Tower’s defenses anyway, and we’re worried about collateral damage.”

His second mother heaved a sigh. “I know, I know,” she said. “I had the same thought as you, meatball, about the defenses. You caught me just as I finished upgrading.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t like the sound of that.

“Of course, it isn’t working out right,” she added, pouting. “You’d think someone who got accused of being a demon so often wouldn’t be so picky about who he’s being asked to murder.”

“I already told you that I’m not a vicious ghost!” a surprisingly familiar voice retorted from inside the house. “I refuse to go around killing people!”

“Oh no - now Jiang Cheng’s fallen down, too! Wangji, could you - Wangji? Wangji!”

Nie Mingjue covered his face with his hand. “You brought back Wei Wuxian.”

“I brought back Wei Wuxian,” his second mother agreed. “I thought it’d be poetic justice - the wronged man come back for revenge. But he’s being persnickety about it, so I have half a mind to just let him go.”

“Good idea,” Nie Mingjue said, deciding to just - let it go. Someone else could deal with it. Possibly Lan Xichen, since it sounded like everyone else had fainted. “Anyway, you’re far too busy to pursue vengeance right now.”

“I am?”

“I know how much you like to throw parties. Don’t you want to help me plan Huaisang’s twenty fifth?”

“Oh!” She clapped her hands. “Absolutely! We can invite positively everyone that tried to get in your way and show off how good a job raising him you did!”

Nie Mingjue thought back over all the creatures he’d ever encountered.

“We’re going to need a bigger venue.”

#mdzs #nie mingjue #nie huaisang's mother #jin guangyao #lan xichen #lan wangji #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #I literally just saw this ask and went HAVE TO WRITE THAT #so congrats #you win the fic lottery #mistkissedmoon #child development

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squiddybeifong · 3 years

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Can I ask for the batsiblings reaction to Damian pacing so much he wore a hole in the floor? Doesn't have to be a fics, maybe headcanons?

Sorry for the rather long wait. Kinda wanted to make this a fic

Here's the floor pacing fic

On Ao3 here

Alfred hadn’t outwardly reacted to Damian’s obvious lie as to why he had paced the floorboards uneven, but the butler absolutely took action for amending the tripping hazard in the boy’s room. With the floor repairman on the line and a measuring tape in hand nothing was amiss, of course.

Dick had already kept him up-to-date with the gossip about the two Titan birds, so Alfred hadn’t been surprised whatsoever. His position in the family meant that he’d watched the awkward budding romances of most everyone who’d called the Manor home. Damian being frustrated at his feelings for a teammate was nothing compared to a (very grown) Bruce being moody after Selina rebuffed his kiss while ‘on the clock’ or Dick’s increasingly creative attempts at sneaking around with Kori before the ‘no dating metahumans or aliens’ rule had been lifted. Honestly, watching the pun-laden flirting that Steph ladled out to both Tim and Cass on a near daily basis was more awkward than his youngest ward taking his repressed emotions out on the floors.

Unfortunately for Damian, the butler arranged for the floor repairman to show up during the day. Most notably, the repairman arrived at exactly the specified 1:35 p.m., not wanting to be late when called upon to fix anything belonging to Bruce Wayne.

Why Robin had believed that (like everyone else in Gotham) this worker would be fashionably late, he didn’t know. What Damian did know was that he hadn’t heard Grayson open the door. Nor had he heard his brother head up with Alfred and the repairman into his room. And he especially didn’t hear as Alfred slyly mentioned that he believed Dick’s gossip was coming to a head, if the worn path in the floor meant anything.

No, Damian heard none of it. Not when he was busy brushing BatCow and making sure that every square inch of the barn was properly ventilated so she couldn’t possibly overheat in the approaching summer weather. So when the youngest Bat stalked into the Manor, he’d been all but ambushed.

It didn’t take a detective to realize why he’d been pacing so much. Even without Alfred’s confirmation, it was unlike Damian to avoid going back to the Titans early if he could help it. Batman hadn’t looked up when Robin had elected to stay another week when they were in the BatCave, but his siblings sure had. And while Bruce didn’t outwardly ponder about how intense things had to be for Damian to go out of his way to avoid a certain someone, this new information had Dick positively enchanted at the prospect of his baby brother being in love.

“I’m not in love with Raven,” Damian hissed out.

Jason snickered as he reclined in his seat, his face full of mirth at the flustered crack in Damian’s voice. Cass was sitting upside down with her legs resting on the couch’s back, her smile wide as she took in her youngest brother’s irritated, embarrassed body language (nevermind the barest hint of an actual blush on his face when vehemently denying any feelings he had towards his fellow Titan).

Babs’ smile was wide and cheerful as she pointed out, “Who said anything about Raven?” Duke perked up from his spot next to Cass, immediately adding on, “Yeah, Dami. We thought you were just falling for her?”

Steph snorted, “Falling over those footprints in the floor, more like it.”

Tim laughed behind his gulp of his coffee, sleepily (and loudly) drawling out to the blonde, “A Robin and his Raven. Guess you can say they’re a real pair of lovebirds, huh?”

Damian glared at them all, fighting the urge to pinch between his eyes. Why were all the Bats at the Manor? Shouldn’t they be on patrol instead of bothering him?

Jason clicked his tongue and rested his arms on the table. He met Dick’s gaze, saw the way his older brother’s eyes brightened up with mischief and scratched at the streak of white in his hair. Deciding that messing with Damian was by far the most fun he’d have in the Manor that morning, Jason asked, “So, Lil’ D… What’re you gonna get your girlfriend? Can’t come back empty handed.”

“She’s not my--”

Babs interrupted him, nudging Tim with her elbow, “Do not tell me he wasn’t planning on getting her anything.”

Steph lazily rested on the chair’s edge. The blonde leaned over to rest against Jason’s shoulder, her fist pressed to her face. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek; it wasn’t likely she’d be much use for knowing how Raven would want to be wooed. She had heard of her but she had yet to actually meet Damian’s mystery crush, after all. She let out a hum, “What does Raven like? It’s gotta be something personal!”

Damian clicked his tongue as his siblings were suddenly oh so chatty at Spoiler’s suggestion, their unwanted ideas filling the room.

“What if he paints her something?”

“Doesn’t she like old books? Maybe one of those first editions that Alfred was thinking about donating last year?”

“Wait a sec-- Dick, isn’t she goth? B did get that set of obsidian jewelry at the last gala.”

“Hell, if we’re going that route I’m sure Selina has some nice rings somewhere--”

“Maybe something that isn’t stolen, Tim.”

“Just be honest with her.”

The room went quiet at Cass’ simple instruction. Still in her Orphan suit from her early morning patrols and reclining in her inverted spot on the couch, the brunette somehow kept a serious face as she stared at Damian upside down.

Seeing that no one was going to add-on to her suggestion, Cass blew some of her bangs out of her face and shrugged, “You like her for a reason.”

Brown eyes slyly glanced around the room, gratefully falling on Babs as she piped up, “Cass is right. I really don’t think Damian of all people would fall for someone who’s all about dating mind-games.”

Ignoring Damian’s exasperated lie of “I haven’t fallen for her!” in the background, Steph slumped down on the couch next to Duke. Her face was contemplative, “Then maybe we should invite her here?”

Dick let out an excited laugh the same time Tim clapped his hands and grinned at their resident computer whiz, “Babs could absolutely get her up to speed on patrolling Gotham for a bit, right?”

The redhead looked excited at the idea. Pushing her glasses further up her nose before they fell, Babs teasingly asked, “What is it about Gotham and bird-based superheroes?”

Duke shrugged, a hand cradling his chin in thought. “Not sure, but Dami obviously won’t confess if we’re not around to kick him into doing it.”

Jason clicked his tongue at the possibility of the youngest Bat listening to them and raised a brow Dick’s way, “Any chance at all that she’ll make the first move?”

Irritated at the topic, Damian turned on his heel and retreated to the kitchen. Ignoring the chorus of “C’mon, Dami” behind him (and planning on fighting Todd later for the childish boos that the antihero was aiming at his back), Robin set about grabbing some snacks for his pets when he heard two sets of footsteps approach.

He bit back a groan as Dick practically skipped into the room, Cass on his heels. “What now?”

Nightwing let out a laugh at his brother’s sneer, “You do know that we’re only trying to help, right?” He took a few pears from the fridge and handed them to Damian, knowing that they were BatCow’s favorite. Hearing as Cass opened the cabinet doors to find where the rawhide bones and cat treats were stored, Dick pressed on, “I know she already knows me but it might be easier introducing everyone as a segue into talking to her about other things…”

Cass let out a quiet snort at his suggestion. She shook her head and offered a better idea, “Alfred first.”

Dick tilted his head, nodding in agreement a moment later. He ignored the violent way Damian was cutting up the pears and said, “That’ll probably be for the best. Living with the Titans is one thing; we gotta ease her into our particular brand of madness.”

Tossing aside the stems and peeled off stickers, Damian sulked, “None of this is necessary.”

Cass hid her smile with her hand. Dick hummed out, “You don’t want your girlfriend to meet your family?”

“She won’t be my--” Damian couldn’t say the potential title just yet. He clicked his tongue, “Just because you all think I have feelings for her doesn’t mean she’ll reciprocate.”

The older two visibly paused at his words.

Her head tilting in concern, brown eyes studied Robin for a moment. Damian glared at Cass but she ignored him. Dick leaned against the wall, the worried furrow in his brow betraying his nonchalant stance. He spoke out the obvious, “Do you really think she’s not interested?”

“She thinks I’ve been avoiding her--”

Cass shrugged, “You have.”

Damian continued as if he hadn’t heard her, “--so I doubt any feelings she may have towards me are positive right now.”

Dick let out a hum, “You didn’t answer the question.”

Ophan’s suit somehow didn’t shine in the kitchen’s fluorescent light as she crossed her arms, “Yes or no?”

Damian bit the inside of his cheek. It was quiet in the kitchen for a moment as he thought over all the moments he and Raven had shared, the comfortable quiet pauses between crimefighting, training, and avoiding their teammates’ noise. She never seemed to dislike his company, but she was stoic enough that he could never tell if her heart leaped into her throat whenever she noticed that they were alone.

He suppressed a jump as Cass entered his personal space.

Olive eyes were reluctant as she poked his cheek. “You’re not stupid,” She figured it was progress when he didn’t try to swat her hand away, but she couldn’t keep the beam off her face at the boy’s blush. A hint of smugness crept into her voice, “So she is?”

“I don’t know.”

Cass looked to the Manor’s main entrance, knowing that in half a week’s time the entire structure would be full of lights, flowers and who knew what else B’s planners would bring. A spring gala with flowers and enough hidden corners for a pair to get lost in the crowd.

In other terms: the perfect setting for a first date.

She met Dick’s gaze and grinned at the knowing look on his face. His hair nearly fell out of its bun as he let out a whoop, wrapping an arm around Damian. Thoughts of finding Raven a gala-ready dress (and maybe a matching suit) in mind, Dick couldn’t keep the excitement out of his movements.

Ignoring the aggravated yet cautiously hopeful way Damian shrugged off his brother’s arm, Cass clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Only one way to find out.”

#damirae #damian wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #batfam #my writing #asked and answered #mistkissedmoon #g o d it's been a While hasn't it? but I really hope u like it!!!#but yeah. batfam is gonna batfam if dami's got a crush. a whole lotta teasing at his expense *but* they are gonna try to help #but its bc they loooooooooooove him. he's the baby bat ofc they gotta get cheesy with it #I was thinking of headcanons but this gives me an excuse to write a first date/gala shenanigans so #I figured why not? I've been slacking in producing ridiculous damirae fluff

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sincerelystranger · 2 years

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Ohh, chengqing with 3? Neither of them sound like quiet people so it must have been something they were afraid of saying.

3. things you said too quietly

It takes a while - a couple of years to be exact.

In those years, Jiang Cheng gets to know Lan Sizhui as more than Lan Wangji's happy disciple. He often accompanies Wei Wuxian in his trips to Lotus Pier and he smiles too much to really resemble her in any way, but they have the same eyes and Jiang Cheng finds it strange how much he loves to look at them and how much he hates to be reminded.

Mostly, it surprises him how much it still hurts.

He hasn't quite learned how to be in Wen Qionglin's presence without guilt pushing him towards anger, but Wen Qionglin seems to understand.

Love, Jiang Cheng has found, creates a strange sort of understanding - especially when it's a shared love for someone else.

It takes a couple of years, but eventually Jiang Cheng makes it back to Wen Qing.

He burns a stack of paper money and in the ashes he places the comb he never got the courage to throw away.

"You were never a woman to be kept waiting," he says quietly, regret and longing and decades of something sitting heavy in his chest. "I always meant to come back - I'm sorry I'm late."

#chengqing #mdzs #mistkissedmoon #mostly this is about all the silence shared between them in the scene with the comb being returned to jc #they're literally the same person and that's why they hurt each other and understand each other and ughhh

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spiderbirdo · 3 years

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1-3: imagine if Zag walks out of the Styx like nothing happened haha i would be so mad

4-5: I’m so glad you noticed that! Hades does care about his son even if he’s an asshole about it (it doesnt make what he did okay but at least there’s that) and he totally deserves Nyx’s side eye hahaha

6: lol youre right! I didn't really think about that trope at the time it was mostly ‘what would hurt Than the most at this time’ and then do it.

#mistkissedmoon #anonymous #asks #Mortal Coil asks

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kaizuart · 4 years

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How powerful is glaze??? More powerful then Damian or not? Could she actually hurt Art if anything happened to Damian or was that just her being protective over her friend?

These asks were both related so! have this!

#eldritch boyfriends #oc: glaze #oc: arthur #asks #mistkissedmoon #Anonymous

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totallycorrectteentitansquotes · 4 years

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CAN YOU PLEASE DO THESE? Which fit into which categories? 'I would die for you' - then who would fit into: then perish, you will, cool, please don't and I'd die for you first. And also: Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll, Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, Looks like they could kill you, would actually kill you and who could kill you by feeding you way too many cinnamon rolls. Thank you so much ~Crow

like this?

#im not saying the girls would 100% murder someone and help each other hide the body but im saying the girls would 100% murder someone and he #robin is a scary scary boye but deep down? he softe #also that one time when he 'killed' someone? he was devastated #he obv took after batman #but also like raven was raised via peace #but also she has the fury of a demon #so them two i just went back and forth really #not a quote #delightful thank u for this ask #mistkissedmoon

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literally-in-too-many-fandoms · 5 years

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Kingdom Hearts as types of people

@mistkissedmoon requested KH characters as types of people and i physically had to stop myself from making these into headcanon posts but here I hope you all enjoy :)

RIKU: rainy days for studying and playing board games; a really good baker, to everyone's surprise including himself; teacher's pet; hard-earned but genuine smirks; Buff as heck and works hard for it;

SORA: bright sunny days with no plan but lots going on and an unscheduled nap; all around good cook; earnest but forgetful; a smile so bright you can't help but be warmed; can get along with anyone as long as they're kind

KAIRI: partly cloudy days with a schedule full of friends; no cooking ability whatsoever but loves food; picture-perfect smiles that never fail to cheer anyone up; constantly underestimated, uses to her advantage; secretly Buff;

TERRA: misty mornings with quiet and solititude; plays several instruments with lots of skill but not show-offy; traditional tea; getting hurt never stops him from trusting people; comfy chairs next to fireplaces;

VEN: slow, peaceful mornings before energetic afternoons; literally can only play the ukelele; only drinks the sweetest of frappuccinos; mismatches socks on purpose; wind whistling through hair; oblivious;

AQUA: bright, busy mornings fading into calm afternoons; plays seventeen different instruments seemingly effortlessly; coffee with cream and nothing else; Ultimate Mom Friend; old libraries and comfy sweaters; believes the best in everyone but herself;

AXEL: a bright sunset heralding in a long evening before bed; buddy cop movies; cries really easily; punches people to show affection; became the Mom Friend on accident and despite being an idiot himself;

ROXAS: the long sink of the sun below the horizon and the shifting, intense hues of color that come with it; likes dramas with lots of angst but inevitable happy endings; strong sense of justice; touch-averse most of the time; hard to earn his trust but unwavering once it is won;

XION: a calm sunset after a long busy day; cracks up at dark comedies; self-sacrificial; cuddle monster; is making a list of her favorite beaches;

ISA: a bright twilight with shared inside jokes and soft laughter; action movies with lots of violence; stubborn as heck; gives the best hugs but they're rare; likes piercings a lot;

REPLIKU: nights with lots of stars and lots of company; likes those adult coloring books; emotions are hard; wants to be tall; forgets to wear emotion on face sometimes;

VANITAS: dark nights to vent and release emotions followed by peaceful sleep; can't draw but can kind of sculpt; Dramatic(TM); wears eyeliner for the Look(TM); prefers to hang out with animals;

NAMINE: dreamy evenings fading into a comfy night; art on art on art in every medium you can think of; doesn't show much emotion; obsessed with color palettes; obsessed with scented candles;

#the blogger writes #mistkissedmoon #kingdom hearts #I hope you like this!#this was a cool experiment for me to see if i can do stuff like this haha #sora #riku #kairi #aqua #terra #ventus #repliku #vanitas #namine #isa #axel #xion #roxas #KH

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lurxof--thxmaw · 9 months

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You have a lot of books - a whole library! What are they about? Are they all fiction? Are they safe to read?

The Lady allows herself a very low, quiet chuckle, hiding behind a hand gently touching her mask's ceramic lips. Such a strangely innocent question － but not a necessarely stupid one, which is an incredibly rare combination coming from a guest. Most of her books are dangerous tomes containing the darkest of arts. But she can't really tell them that, now can she.

"Shocking as it may sound, I am not very fond of most original fiction. Stories anchored in reality are much more to my liking," she comments with her usual restraint, though her tone lets off a note of unusual lightheartedness, "Historical fiction is always a delight, as well as crime fiction. I find it quite interesting how the account of a known event can be twisted through someone's eyes. That is just a small part of my collection: over that, I much prefer actual historical records. Though I will admit it can be entrataining to compare the two."

The Lady pauses as she realizes how fast the words were flowing out of her mouth. She's silent for a few seconds until she taps her nails on the side of her mask. When she speaks again, her tone returns undechipherable.

"My library is very vast. It contains all sorts of books － both from genres I do and do not enjoy. Not all of them were gathered by me: my collection is enhanced by the pieces of literature preserved by my ancestors. In their honor, I shan't let not one of those books be lost."

#「 THE MAW MUST SURVIVE 」－ ic #「 NEWS FROM LAND 」－ asks #mistkissedmoon #// sorry for the diss to most of the other asks ily guys /J HELP #// not really a diss but the madame got to semi infodump before she remembered she is supposed to not show that side of her #// shes kinda cute when she wants to be I give her that. like WHATEVER GIRL!!!!!#// autism creature begins running around the room in her mind when asked about her interests (old books)#// shes much more fond of magic books but that is PERSONAL INFORMATION!!!! NOT FOR DISCLOSURE!!!!!!!!!!

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Hope this isn’t a bother but: In one of your tags you mentioned another user who has adorable headcanons for Jay&Kori?? I tried locating them (the posts specifically) but the search feature has been largely unhelpful & idk whether they were tagged but if you have them on hand…? 👀 They’re just an adorable/underrated pairing lol

Was talking abt the amazing @mistkissedmoon :D have fun <3

#asks

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dyketectivecomics · 5 years

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You know how you wanted raven to turn from the 'cold emo person' to 'aggressively caring and sharing at all times'? Well, I was thinking, maybe Rae's really loyal to her family, (would make sense, considering the things they've done for each other) and she's halfway through thwarting red x (Jason) or someone who's in the grey area when she realises that if she hurts them, she'd be indirectly hurting their cousin/brother/lover, her family. So she basically ends up trying to protect half the earth

I mean, that’s just the thing. Ravens already shown a penchant for Caring Recklessly. Just LOOK at anytime Wolfman gets the chance to write for her. Tbh it’s the only characterization for her that I actively turn to, because most others just??? Fall so short of the bar he set or are too influenced by how others Percieve ravens character. (esp with the cartoons influence cementing her as The Goth One™️ in most fans eyes. Which is Gross. If y’all want an unabashedly Goth Character go read up on Black Alice. Stop trying to make Raven Goth-Goth or Emo or What Have You. She’s a Pastel Goth at best. I’d even go so far as to say she would’ve Actually been a Scene kid if we’re all so intent on mixing the cartoons influence with what’s been Established in the 80s. But that’s a convo for another time)

Having raven “trying to protect half the earth” when she’s been worried about saving Literally Everyone this Entire Damn Time shows a fundamental misunderstanding of Wolfman’s original intent. Ravens always cared. She’s just been going about it the wrong way and is unable to channel it correctly. Which to be fair. She IS a teenager

That doesn’t make her naive to the fact that Good vs Evil can be a spectrum, however. Some heroes get caught up in Dualities, but Raven is Presented as a Character who Embodies them. A half-demon classically tempted time and again and fighting against her supposed ‘nature’ is a trope that’s easy to latch onto and to understand narratively. It’s one that gives hope, that there’s something Good to be found even in things deemed Pure Evil. She exists on that spectrum of Good vs Evil, she exists in the Grey. She struggles with what that means to be neither purely Good and wanting never to be purely Evil (which of itself is a Fine thing to explore. I just wish more writers would do it w/out having to name drop Trigon every five seconds)

The idea of Raven making a connection between a villain she’s trying to stop and someone that she’s close to is an interesting one, and one that I’ve been considering implementing in one of my projects, actually. But it’s much more important when doing a story like that, to explore how dynamics shift depending on a characters actions. If Raven follows through with Arresting (Character) for (Insert Crime Here), will the rest of the (Family/Friends/Team) resent her for it or praise her? If she already has strained tries with them, will they strengthen or will they shatter depending on how she handles her relationship with this Person of Interest? Theres this and a million other questions to consider while plotting out something like this.

So to round this all out, idk if you were looking for a conversation or a ficlet or what here, but uh. There’s My Thoughts™️.

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