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[add1ctedt0you]

The Untamed - Episode 15

Jiang Cheng fought out of the arms of JinZhu and YinZhu. He crashed to his knees, hovering over Wei WuXian, “Mom, Mom, please don’t... The things aren’t how she said it to be at all...”

[...]

Jiang Cheng was scared to death. He hugged his mother’s leg, “Mom? Mom! What are you doing? Please don’t cut off his hand!”

[...]

Jiang Cheng, “Mom! Mom listen to me! I beg you! Don’t cut off his hand! If Father knew...”

It was all fine until he had mentioned Jiang FengMian. The second he mentioned him, Madam Yu’s expression changed at once, shouting, “Don’t talk to me about your father! What could happen if he knows? Could he kill me?!”

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation - Chapter 57 Poisons—Part Two

[afterthedreamer]

to be loved

is to be changed

[pinkd3mon]

Redrew this illustration from the novels

[crispywizardtale]

[rupicoluu]

The fate of a protagonist is a lonely spotlight

[mermaidsirennikita]

sometimes it drives me literally insane to see romance requests that are like

--I want a romance wherein it's basically the happy epilogue throughout the book

--I want a romance that has great communication and they never withhold anything from each other ever

--no "miscommunication trope"

The last thing is just a general gripe about how so many of the things people say are tropes are not tropes, and it's pedantic and snobby but like. Miscommunication is so broad. It's not a trope. People are miscommunicating. WHAT are they miscommunicating about? Is one of them keeping a secret identity from their partner? Because a secret identity romance iS a trope. Is one of them withholding their feelings out of fear of rejection?

Because people DO miscommunicate. Often writers do write it clumsily. If people miscommunicate for no reason, sure, whatever. But if they miscommunicate BECAUSE of a REASON--like, often it's not even miscommunication lol. It's the hero keeping his dire supernatural secret from his wife because she'll die if she finds out (honestly, valid to me, but whatever). It's the heroine finding it difficult to trust the hero with her heart because her dad left when she was young (maybe cliche in theory, but actually a very real thing that happens).

If all you want is plotless nothing wherein everyone is happy and nobody makes mistakes, I personally have a hard time thinking of it as a book, because there is no story. It's just vibes. And essentially EVERY time, people have to mess up and make mistakes in order for there to be a plot.

I just don't understand the point.

[pttucker]

I quickly divided the members. "Jung Heewon-ssi and Lee Hyunsung-ssi, please participate in the 117th regional conflict. Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk, you two enter the 119th Gate…" "Hey, hold up, what about you?" "I'll enter the 121st Gate alone." Yoo Joonghyuk glared at me and wordlessly grasped the hilt of his sword, so I quickly made myself clear. "N-no, I'm not saying that I'll really enter alone, you know." "Then, who are you going with?" "Folks who will become our allies." This time, Han Sooyoung tackled me. "Who? Who'd wanna become our allies in the current situation?" Indeed, no one would want to side with us, normally. However, if my thoughts were correct, then at least, there was one. No, make that two.

GET HIM!!! Oh no you don’t, Kim Dokja! Joonghyuk and Sooyoung are so not putting up with your self-sacrificing BS anymore. You’re gonna tell them exactly what you plan to do, exactly who you plan to take, none of this mysterious "running off to die alone" nonsense. Oh man, seeing just how quickly Joonghyuk and Sooyoung's bickering and low-level animosity for each other vanished and all of their attention refocused on stopping Dokja from doing something very much not Company approved is so good. Lmfao Joonghyuk jumped on that "alone" word so fast he made the notorious Kim Dokja stutter.

[devourcr]

humans + armand headcanons

armand does sometimes treat humans like playthings. like an ethologist?? but with humans and he's a vampire. he loves seeing how things tick, how they work, and sometimes, that extends to people.

can armand fall in love with humans? yes. and canonically he does. but even when love is involved, armand has a selfish disposition where he chases what makes him feel good. if the human vibes with it, it's good. match made in hell. likewise, for those he loves, he'll fiercely protect, but i think it's important to reinforce that armand is very detached from humanity and human morality.

he can enjoy the company of humans, but he's always going to be a monster capable of killing, especially if they are just acquaintances.

this changes when he loves someone. when he loves them, he won't kill them. he will try everything he can to keep them from dying. but does he treat them with full agency? not really. and not always. there are always exceptions to the rule, but i think it's important to note that armand doesn't respect human life ( or vampire life in some cases ) all that much, unless it's someone who means something to him.

[gregoftom]

oh ok

[vamptastic]

romancing astarion has thus far made me exponentially less attracted to him. can we go back to you serving face in the background and contributing the occasional quip while i go do my hero things? i can't listen to the pickup lines i cant. they're bad they're not good they're bad. and i don't know if hes doing this on purpose as some kind of sick and twisted test of faith or he thinks he is a master casanova. also if astarion can't lift a backpack full of plate armor he sure as hell cannot lift up my entire PC. sorry.

[levitanias]

thinking about frankenstein's monster again, not anything in particular just kinda brain rotating him like he's the well liked side character of a bad shonen anime

[themidnightcircusshow]

@heartofstanding tagged me in this meme months ago and unfortunately it took me this long to get to it because I had a mild crisis over how long it's been since I've read a novel, let alone one that I loved 😅 so this is nine of my favourite novels (not books, because if I included manga/short stories/comics/etc this would be giant)

0The Picture of Dorian Gray -- Oscar Wilde// Pyrrhus-- Mark Merlis//The Scarecrow--Ronald Hugh Morrieson//Unnatural History--Kate Osman//Tunnels of Blood--Darren Shan//The Coffin Dancer--Jeffery Deaver//Hero--Perry Moore//Frankenstein--Mary Shelley//One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest-- Ken Kasey

[undertheredhood]

just because coriolanus snow was a floppy-haired pretty boy in his youth doesn’t mean he isn’t a completely disgusting piece of shit person and that he doesn’t deserve the electric chair because he definitely does deserve to suffer the death penalty

[heartbeetz]

I NEED to get back into oc f/os. I just remembered my old casino themed anthro shark guy. He never got a solid enough ref sheet (or lore, really) for me to feel comfortable making him one of my f/os but maybe I should remedy that at some point. Big Jack.........

[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

I think Vegas would like math. No reason.

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 26 / 31 * CLARA'S DIPHTHERIA 」

March 1866

The telescope starts angled down, fixed on the patch of grass where she could watch life go on around her. While her throat is on fire, every other breath a struggle, her friends run around without a care in the world, playing and laughing and heaving exhausted breaths that, admittedly, flare a pang of jealousy in her chest that could even rival the pain.

The entire world goes on out there while she is unable to do much more than sit and languish in this pseudo-prison.

Clara watches sometimes, half-longingly, half out of boredom, and sometimes they catch her all-seeing eyes trained on them. Emily smiles, lifting a branch that has been repurposed into some fantastic tool in a story that she no longer has a part in. Brandon spots the tell-tale shine of a star in the window and grins up at her for a moment until his attention is called elsewhere.

It's all terribly mundane, she realises, detached and observing from her vantage point on-high. The same old thing.

A few days later, she no longer looks down and envies the kids out there. She can’t explain why, but she doesn’t feel like she belongs down there. Not anymore. Maybe she never did.

She has had far too much time to think about that lately.

—

Sleep doesn’t come easy some nights. When her body isn’t trying to kill her—or at the very least drive her to madness—her mind won’t quiet, taking the brief reprieve to run wild, even at the cost of what little fitful rest she could manage. Clara drags herself over to the window and draws back the curtains, throwing herself onto the chair that she’d set up there by the golden telescope.

The cool air feels wonderful against her flushed skin and Clara reaches for the telescope, pointing it skyward in search of companionship in the stars. The moon winks at her from behind a passing cover of clouds and Clara smiles, waving back at the man on the moon before he disappears.

She wakes the next morning to a violent coughing fit and sand in her throat, folded over uncomfortably in the chair next to her telescope.

—

Her father brings the kindly older doctor again to check on her, Doctor Hubbard, and she grabs onto her knees to force herself to sit still through the whole affair. He makes all those infuriating, non-committal noises that tell Clara absolutely nothing, pokes at her and gives her the most foul-tasting concoctions to choke down, and though he’s apologetic about it—or at least he appears to be—she still wants to push him away.

He comments about the new position of her telescope. Clara says she found more wonderful, interesting things in the sky.

—

Clara begs her father for a book about the constellations and after fourteen seconds of being subjected to the most wide-eyed pleading look from his daughter who can barely speak, he agrees, and for a second, she feels as if she could scale mountains.

Two days later, her father slips into her room bearing gifts—a star chart and an old book that may be too difficult for her to read about another world right up there on the moon.

Her telescope finds a permanent place pointed up at the stars.