#I was screaming wen I saw that scene

[ilovebluecookies2]

[he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle]

Unknown - Ep 11 - That Scene

The opening scene of episode 11 landed differently for me than it did for others. I was going to just keep it to myself since I have a minority opinion, but when I rewatched it last night I fell even more in love with it!

The structure!! It's so good! Let me explain.

At the bottom of the stairs, Qian hesitates. He still hasn't made up his mind.

Yuan says "Do you still not get it?" He knows what Qian is feeling, even if Qian hasn't figured it out yet. So he says what he wants very clearly.

Yuan asks for permission to do 4 things:

1. Be more than just Qian's brother.

2. Be who Qian relies on when he's down.

3. Be someone Qian can talk to about anything.

4. Be with Qian for the rest of his life.

Before Qian answers, he revisits 4 sets of memories, each set answering one of Yuan's questions with a resounding YES.

After each affirmative answer, it cuts back to the sex scene to communicate that THIS is the culmination of all those yesses.

In other words, there are 4 direct questions and 4 groups of memories that hold the answers to those questions, 4 times those memories scream the answer is YES, and 4 cuts to a bit of sex.

Let's look at the groups of memories.

1. He thinks back to Yuan's words in ep 9. Does he not want Yuan? Or does he not DARE to want Yuan? And he remembers all the times he felt desire for Yuan, but suppressed it. Can he be more than just Yuan's brother? Yes.

2. He thinks back to Yuan consistently being someone Qian can rely on, all through his childhood until now. "If the world falls down, we'll hold it up together." "You won't be alone." "I like being around you." Yuan genuinely likes being around Qian and has never wanted to leave him. He's shown his commitment to Qian time and time again. Can Qian rely on Yuan when he's down? Yes.

3. He remembers how long and hard Yuan suffered while enduring one-sided love, and that Yuan chose to suffer in quiet for years rather than confess to Qian about it. But Qian knew Yuan was suffering that whole time and hated it. It broke Qian's heart to see how hard it was for Yuan. If he did likewise and didn't talk about things, he'd also break the heart of the person who loves him because of his silence. Yuan laid himself bare and told Qian everything. Can Qian reciprocate and tell Yuan about everything in his life, even the hard things? Yes.

4. He thinks about how Yuan has ALREADY built his entire life around Qian. "I can sum up my life in two words: Wei Qian." Memories of Yuan come like a flood, rapidly gaining momentum. Yuan has already been with Qian for most of his life, and will NOT STOP. Qian can't imagine a life without Yuan. So can Yuan be with Qian for the rest of his life? Yes.

Qian nods and says his answer aloud: You can. And then they kiss.

The sex is not the point. It's the culmination. It's all the yesses stacked on top each other until they break the last of Qian's walls. By cutting the sex so it only exists between each resounding YES, they've made it less about the action of it and more about Qian realizing that YES, they're ALREADY in love and unalterably committed to each other. Why not give in to his physical desires when the rest is so clear?

Others watched this and saw a sex scene interrupted by cumbersome flashbacks. I watched this and saw a dramatic feelings realization interrupted by snippets of quite lovely sex that drove those feelings home.

A final note: It's probably because I'm demisexual, but I am frequently unmoved by sex scenes, especially when they do not advance the plot or the character development. This onscreen scene moved me. It hit the right emotional note. It was focused primarily on Qian's pov (his face is the one the camera is focusing on). And it was artfully done, instead of merely being titillating.

I'm tagging a few people who I recall talking about this in their posts, but it's been a couple of weeks so forgive me if I leave someone out or misremember. @absolutebl @lurkingshan @bengiyo @wen-kexing-apologist @wanderlust-in-my-soul @twig-tea

[righteousinadversity]

So this is something that came up from both my Yiling Laozu meta and my analysis of the chapters referring to the Prison Camps, and that is -

The Yiling Laozu plays with children and sells radishes and farms in a mountain.

But SunShot Era WWX, is fucking terrifying.

SunShot Era WWX is the one you do not want to fuck with.

This man walks out of hell and brings the dead with him - and immediately leaves a death trail of cultivators as he hunts Wen Chao.

There is obviously the extremely gory torture scenes, but we are not going to touch all of that. Let's stay as PG-13 as we can.

All of the corpses were cultivators of the Wen Sect, dressed in sun robes. All of them were high in both rank and cultivation. In spite of so, all of them died in gruesome yet diverse ways, and all of them had been left in the public where many could see.

The man who returned from the Burial Mounds is perhaps much closer to the Yiling Laozu of Lore than WWX when he actually got the title. This is a man out for vengeance and blood - a man who you do not want to cross.

There is undoubtedly a lot of descriptors about WWX's effectiveness and ruthlessness in the war, like NMJ's memories for one. He had absolutely no issue digging up corpses to feed his army, or turning the dead wens into fierce corpses to be used in battle against the next wave of Wens. He was perfectly willing to punch the life out JZX after the soup incident.

So during the entirety of the Sunshot, the reputation he gets is earned, and is also the reason JGS is practically salivating for his power and the other sects jump at the smear campaign like starving dogs.

As though he heard nothing, Wei WuXian took out the flute at his waist. The few prisoners who were beside him, trudging forward, screamed before they threw off the heavy objects on their backs and fled. Within the valley, a large circle of space formed immediately, him in the center. In truth, the prisoners didn’t recognize Wei WuXian’s face, for the Wen Sect cultivators who ran into Wei WuXian on the battlefield of the Sunshot Campaign only met one end—utter annihilation. Thus, most of the Wen cultivators who recognized his face became fierce corpses in his army, for him to command. However, the flute made of dark wood, decorated with a crimson tassel, and the young man in black who controlled it had already become their nightmares.

Any Wen who met Wei Wuxian in battle FUCKING DIED. Do you guys realize what that means? This guy walked into battle, and left absolutely no survivors. Not the one. He is a legitimate nightmare in the mind of the Wens - he left a bloody legacy in the wake of the SunShot Campaign. No one even recognizes his face because anyone who saw it is dead.

The image Wei Wuxian created during the war carries on afterwards as well - Wei Wuxian even uses the reputation to his advantage when he is arguing with JZXun and JGS in the Banquet scene and during the Prison Camp scene to demand answers from the Inspectors.

So - what is the point of this meta aside from lowkey simping over the vengeful avatar WWX became in the wake of all the horrors ?

If you guys have seen other posts of mine, you know I am simp for Wei Wuxian because of his kindness and compassion and the amazingly righteous heart he has. So while again, I lowkey simp for SunShot Era WWX, it mostly just makes me incredibly sad, because it is very, very clearly a result of him being pushed to the extremes and being HEAVILY traumatised from the Burial Mounds and then from the War after that.

Wei Wuxian did not get the time to mourn or rest following the Fall of Lotus Pier - he is in a constant state of activity, much of it that has heavy toll on his health and well-being. He is thrown into quite literal hell and he claws his way out and then enters a fucking war. He does not get time to rest or recuperate or even process all the horrors he experienced.

He is the one-man army for much of the Sunshot Campaign battles - he had to be, for the still rebuilding Jiang Sect to have received much of the war reparations still. He had to be, because Wei Wuxian at the end of the day wouldn't let his comrades in battle die if there was a way to avoid it. He had to be, because he had to protect both Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli.

And the reason this matters is because the moment he does get to rest, once the war is actually over, once he actually gets to heal, he is a different person. Everything he is, kind and playful and good, shines right back out.

And the very man who became the nightmare of the Wens is the one who saves them when the world would have seen them dead for their names.

It's also interesting because the Sects praise WWX during the war, but once the war ends, he suddenly becomes the wild card, becomes too powerful to be left on his own - he is suddenly not someone they can control and that is a terrifying realization, especially when he is someone who they see as crossing the social norms of the gentry society. And it doesn't matter if WWX is no longer the man he was during the war - they will paint him as a mad dog craving power and destruction all the same.

[verycharismaticdragon]

Hi lovely! I recently got into cdramas and have fallen in love with Word of Honor. I have read your meta post on the original novel and would greatly appreciate it if you were to provide me with the link to the tyk novel if you have it.

Hey there! Sure thing. There are several translations around, but sadly one of the best ones seems to have been deleted/locked, so here's my current recommendation:

Start w/ chapters 1-29 from lianzi (their tl is the best of the ones currently around)

Read chapters 30-77 from chichi (technically they have a full tl of the main text, but i prefer lianzi's)

Finish with 5 extras from kexingzishu (chichi also has some extras tl'ed, but! kexingzishu's doc has the 5th extra thats not translated anywhere else!)

Additionally: TYK is actually the second book in a series, with the first being Qi Ye / Lord Seventh. Translation of Qi Ye can be found here. The protagonist of this one is Jing Beiyuan, while Zhou Zishu is a prominent side character. Now uh whether to start with Qi Ye, esp coming from watching the show...

Basically, starting w/ Qi Ye: pros: you will actually know the correct backstory for TYK Zhou Zishu and not expect the beats from the show that will never come (eg 81 dead sect members); you will have a coherent picture of thematic framework of both novels together; you'll be able to appreciate the cameos in TYK fully. cons: i have seen show-first people run out of Qi Ye screaming that their poor little meow meow would never over the first atrocity Zhou Zishu commits; it's more political drama than wuxia, so if you prefer the latter, it can be a bit boring.

starting with TYK: pros: a little less heavy, or at least slightly more comedic, than Qi Ye - so an easier read; Zhou Zishu is more chill due to being retired, so you can slowly get used to his amoral villain-of-another-story ways instead of being slapped in the face with that one plot point; the best character (Wen Kexing) is there. cons: everything you saw in the show will actively hinder your understanding of the characters and themes; you will have to contend with Zhou Zishu's lying ass unreliable narration; you will miss some implications, esp of the scenes with Jing Beiyuan.

So uh, this is all I can tell you. Up to you where to start!

[respectthepetty]

Well. After the opening of Bed friends and the scenes after I have my eagle eye ready on your page for a colour break down.

It’s become like a drink and I’m abit addicted to colour now: how dare you!!!

And thank you 🥰

Anon, I'm sorry for making you addicted, but I'm going to do something even worse - I'm going to cut you off cold turkey.

I have to stop writing about the colors in Bed Friend.

We are halfway through the series, and I have been on my King is a Blue Boy bullshit since before the show even began. He wears so much black that it should be obvious he is a Black Brooder, but I cannot accept that, even when @dribs-and-drabbles has questioned my choice. Uea wore black this episode, which if I was being reasonable, I would have been delighted at the color exchange.

@wen-kexing-apologist is screaming at me about Uea being in the gray. But I can't be impartial. I am clearly exhibiting confirmation bias because I can only see King as a Blue Boy and nothing else. For instance, I see King's phone as blue.

That phone could be black and simply reflecting light in such a way that it makes it lighter, but I SEE BLUE!

The cake was black, but I saw the inside as being blue and cannot be convinced otherwise.

@himbodelamain is reminding me that Uea has a black lanyard with a red badge holder while King has a red lanyard with a black lanyard (which is a great color exchange), but I can't be swayed because all I can see is King handing Uea a blue mug as he tries to convince Uea that he can be loyal to him.

All of my peeps are trying to make me see the light, but I can only see blue. Like the blue that King is highlighted by in his reflection which is symbolic of the truth.

And the blue King wraps Uea in when the lights go out.

Or how the blues hide between the blacks and whites in the closet

And how Uea wears blue (which would be a color exchange), when King wears yellow to represent happiness

Sports Sidenote: Why Brazil, my man? I'm thrilled to see some Latin American soccer representation, but Brazil? I would have even allowed Argentina, but Brazil? Why not México? And don't use that "It's Central America" excuse. Brazil has beat Japan, pero Viva la México! World Cup 2026!

Or at his most basic, King is blue.

I see a merge of blue and red in the sunset

Even when it's just a sunset

But above all else, I'm latching onto every single blue crumb.

King is a Blue Boy to me and I can no longer be fair-minded about it. Therefore, I need to step back, and let others write about what is actually there instead of what I need to be there.

But I'll leave you with this - Regardless of the colors they are exchanging, they are in love.

Or, as I like to call it, deep in the blue.

[angieloveshua]

“188男团 novels.” | Angie reviews novels that she read in Spanish because she was too lazy to translate her reactions to English, pt. 1.

🫧 —Alpha Predator. | 5/5 ☆.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Alpha Predator is the latest 188男团 novel of the series, and by so far, my absolute favourite. The story follows Shen Dai, an B rate omega, who agrees to marry off on behalf of his half-brother to pay off his father's debts. Little did he know that his meant-to-be husband was Qu Moyu, the heir of the Xingzhou Group, his boss, and the man who saved him from an embarrassing situation years ago. Shen Dai knows that the best option for him is to see this marriage as a financial exchange, but he can't help falling in love with the handsome yet ruthless Qu Moyu.

This novel is an ABO classic, but who doesn't love classics? I do. I love Alpha Predator, and I read the whole book in four days. I must mention that Suida knows how to draft addictive novels. I devour this one, and I miss the feeling I got while reading it.

Before reading the novel, I saw someone ranking Qu Moyu as the scummiest gong of all the series, even worse than Shao Qun, and I was scared. What could have this man do to be worse than Shao Qun? When I finished the novel, I couldn't disagree more.

Although I am well aware that what Qu Moyu did was atrocious, to say the least, I understand why he did all of that. He was raised to always value rationality and benefits above everything, even his own feelings. And guess what? I'm weak. I never hated him. I adore how he addressed all what he did, he reflects about it (and I put this in italics because I feel like most of the love interests don't regret their mistakes and just try not to do that badly again), and he works hard to be a better husband, father, and man. In conclusion: I'm biased. Qu Moyu best 188男团 gong. 💜

Before going to the next novel, let me at these two bullet points:

The ABO. It was extremely interesting to see how alphas and omegas were divided into classes according to their pheromone level and how it played a key role in the protagonists' lives. The scenes where pheromones came into place were /screams.

The romance. QuShen is the best 188 couple, beat it.

🫧 —Winner Takes All. | 4/5 ☆.

carrd.

Winner Takes All is the first 188男团 novel I read, and I would also recommend it to be your first one if you want to get into the 188男团 world. The pace is easy to follow, and Zhao Jinxin is one of the least scummy gongs of the series.

The book's MC is Li Shuo, who is dearly loved within the fandom and had played the second love interest in other novels (Sissy, for example), and we see how he falls in love with 🥁 his enemy's cousin, Zhao Jinxin. Really, one of the greatest sins Zhao Jinxin has committed is to be Shao Qun's cousin (and this isn't even his fault, you see).

Li Shuo and Zhao Jinxin have good chemistry. They have a lot of interests in common and their families are friends. One could say it's a match made in heaven and that nothing could go wrong... right?

Well, well, well, let me tell you that I was so heartbroken that I had to listen to Bad Bunny songs to not cry. But don't worry! It's a HE.

🫧 —Additional Inheritance. | 3/5 ☆.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Additional Inheritance («Maldita herencia», Damned Inheritance in Spanish) is Luo Yi's and Wen Xiaohui's story. Everything starts when Wen Xiaohui receives her adoptive jiejie's suicide notice —but not only that, her jiejie left him a considerable amount of inheritance along with her only child, a fifteen-year-old boy named Luo Yi, who has a high IQ and is considered matured for his age.

For this novel, I remembered I posted a tweet with a theory of what could ruined Luo Yi's and Wen Xiaohui's happiness. My moots called me ‘witch,’ and for one moment in my life, I hated being right.

To say I was shocked was the least. I texted, let's say, six of my friends and told them what was going because I couldn't believe my eyes. How could he...?!

And so, yes, I can't say that I hate Luo Yi, but I also can't say that I love him. I don't want to post a spoiler here, but, hey, I was reading a little in my graduation party and I didn't know what to do with my feelings.

As for the plot, I enjoyed how Wen Xiaohui escalated in the fashion world (I like to call it that way) and I felt proud of myself for understanding the finance part (my financial market course is so useful, hehehe).

So, these were the 188男团 I've read so far and a little of what I think. I plan to read Yet You're In Love With an Idiot and Professional Body Double, so the next post of 188男团 will be of them. I hope you enjoy the reviews and give a try to any of these novels if they attracted your attention (READ ALPHA PREDATOR). Angie's off.

[jiaoji]

The day Jiang Cheng and Lan WangJi exchanged punches in Cloud Recess arc:

FengMian saw Wei WuXian sitting in the Ancestral Hall, a furious Lan Qiren accompanying him with a discreet snort. FengMian had just broken off his engagement with his daughter, he insisted he wanted to see Wei WuXian to the teacher. Lan Qiren agreed without any rejection in his face.

He was properly kneeling, Sect Leader Jiang approached his disciple, Wei WuXian turned to meet him.

"A'Xian.", he greets.

Wei WuXian, "Uncle Jiang.", Wei WuXian's bright smile, a little shy, didn't show any guilt.

"Are you going to pack your things and come with us?", Wei WuXian pondered for a moment, unfortunately his answer would have to wait, when desperate screams were heard and increased as the person approached.

Nie Huisang with his fan fanned himself while recovering from the run.

Lan Qiren, "Huisang! What does this mean?", the breath lost in her despair still hadn't recovered, but the urgency seemed more important than his lungs.

Nie Huisang, "Lan Laoshi, Jiang-xiong wanted to see Wei-xiong but WangJi-xiong wouldn't let them and they started arguing, they crossed swords and are now exchanging punches in the courtyard!"

With an inelegant sigh, Lan Qiren burst through the gates like a raging wind. Jiang FengMian kept her face serious and distressed. Wei WuXian felt as if stopping Jiang Cheng from punching Jin ZiXuan was in vain, now that he had exchanged blows with the Second Master of a Sect they are invited to.

The scene was chaotic when the three arrived at the scene. Lan WangJi was held by several Lan disciples. His clothes, always spotless, were wrinkled and smeared with dirt mixing with the blood from the cut on his lip.

Despite this, he calmed down very elegantly. On the other hand, Jiang Cheng was still barking expletives, his eye showed the beginning of a purple circle around it, and like Lan WangJi, he had blood coming out of his mouth, much more than Second Master Lan.

Jiang Cheng, "It's your fault! Protecting that damn dog Wen!", whatever he meant, was very effective in stoking the anger in the Second Jade's cold eyes.

Lan WangJi, "Jiang Wanyin."

Jiang Cheng, "Lan WangJi!!!"

WangJi!", the angry call caught the attention of the disciples who had not yet noticed they there, as well as the two precursors of the fight, "The two of you will kneel, immediately!!"

Despite Professor Lan's insistent call, both Lan WangJi and Jiang Wanyin, had strange and anguished looks towards Jiang FengMian and Wei WuXian.

Jiang Cheng, "You!", he broke free from the disciples' loosened grip, walking towards Wei WuXian with red eyes.

Before any further reaction, Jiang FengMian took him by the arm.

"That's enough, A'Cheng.", the look on his son was angry and very anguish.

Wei WuXian watched Lan WangJi. The gash in her mouth was dry and her clothes were rumpled as neatly as possible. On the other hand, Jiang Cheng hadn't even bothered to be the least presentable, the purple on his face had gotten worse.

After that, the two of them on their knees in front of Lan Qiren and FengMian. Wei WuXian watched from afar, patiently feeling that tense environment like Lan WangJi's shoulders.

Lan Qiren, "WangJi, what happened?", Lan WangJi looked at his uncle.

Lan WangJi, "Jiang Wanyin was causing a ruckus in the courtyard. I tried to contain him and we dueled." Jiang Cheng growled through his teeth.

Jiang Cheng, "You know what you did! You dared to punch me!"

Lan WangJi, "The Jiang heir should not start something he cannot finish."

Jiang Cheng had already become angry beyond measure, "Can't I?!"

"That's enough! Both will be punished with blows immediately!"

FengMian didn't intervene, having a strange feeling at her son's posture and words, so much like his mother. It was worrying.

The Jiang Heir and the Second Jade exchanged one last hateful look. Lan WangJi would not forget what happened in the Yiling mountain, when Jiang Wanyin appeared wanting to take Wen Yuan to the Jins, as a certainty of having exterminated all the Wens.

He hoped that Jiang Cheng felt Bichen in his throat as much as Lan WangJi felt Sandu go through his stomach while protecting the child.

But for now, Wei WuXian and the future attack on GusuLan were his priorities.

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

10 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR

Was tagged by @scarefox for this (technically my main blog but I post my bl stuff on here lol) and am very excited

I imprint on characters like nobody's business so this is a list made for me

EDIT changed the gifs because apparently the way I did it didn't properly link to the creators (only on desktop at least). should be properly credited now

In no particular order

1) Sound (My School President)

Starting the trend of lonely queer teenagers that I get a little too attached to, it's of course Sound. Like I was already a fan of Sound and intrigued by the concept of SoundWin (at the time people didn't know it was going to be the main secondary ship) but when the medal scene happened and Sound gave this so sad ans soft "oh no" look I was gone. That is my son and I WILL fight anyone and everyone for him

2) Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Another lonely queer teenager I decided to protect. I loved Never Let Me Go so much and Nueng was my special little babygirl and then Our Skyy 2 came out and it was like oh...... I will kill for him. Look I love Nueng and he did nothing wrong and also that scene where he's forcing Palm to put the gun to his head while screaming at him to shoot him leaves rent free in my mind. He's so traumatized and lonely and he's like 18 I would do anything for him especially throw hands

3) Typhoon (Star in My Mind)

Fun fact! I had to stop watching Star in My Mind because I got so unreasonably attached to Typhoon that I couldn't bear the thought of him not getting a happy ending. I wanted him to end up with Dao so bad because it would make him happy and I knew that if I kept watching they would either break his heart OR show that he's actually not that great of a guy, both which were unbearable to me. So I simply cut my losses and live in the fantasy that he got everything he ever wanted.

4) Bai Lang (My Tooth Your Love)

One of those "he just like me fr fr" characters who I would do anything for. He's my specialist little boy and I love him so dearly. Here's to having your trauma swag bewitch the local hot autistic dentist body and soul.

5) Han Ying (Word of Honor)

Talk about my specialest boy. Ying'er is my guy through and through. He deserved so much better and in every WoH fic I have written (they are all still in drafts) he lives and is happy no matter what. He IS my sweet cheese, my rotten solider, my good time boy. I will continue writing him getting railed to the high heavens by Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing like he deserves. He is incapable of being anything other but the goodest boy possible and I will die on this hill

6) Boston (Only Friends)

He is the worst. I would move mountains for him. Enough said.

7) Pluem (Ghost Host Ghost House)

Look this man has been going through it AND he manages to be the like the most flirtatious and romantic guy around? Give me your secrets sir. Also say the word king and I'll do it. This show broke me on so many levels but a lot of those levels were tied to anytime I saw him break down

8) Ye Huo/Fire (Guardian)

A recent (and somewhat obscure) pull as I am currently watching Guardian and was just exposed to his character today but he is my guy and I will defend him to the death. The only weaker point for me than a lonely gay teenager is a self appointed older sibling who sacrifices everything for their younger siblings. I was really like man this guy is an asshole for so long but then the truth of how he was saving the boys at the fighting ring came out and I was like oh no that's my son now and I need him to live and be happy. I have not finished his arc yet so I am scared that it'll be a tragedy BUT he is my wonderful son all the same and I will throw hands for him in an instant

9) That (Manner of Death)

The return of troubled teenagers I need to adopt and protect against all costs. I WILL fight anyone for him even though he's like a rebellious teenager who does crime and I am a strange looking college student who he would not respect but it's the thought that counts

10) Mark/Village Head Ma (Love Tractor)

Why is there a random white man living in rural South Korea? I don't know!!! They never address what he's doing there. But I literally love this man. There's a reason I made him to be my pfp for bl-bracket. Seriously he's the best and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. Best character ever written. In my heart he's got the spirit of Quincey Morris form Dracula in the long tradition of just having a random American man in your story with no explanation

Tagging others!!!!! @saturnskyline @non-binarypal7 @supernovasimplicity @vegussy and anyoen else who wants to!!

There's been so many of these types of challenges/tag things lately that I have not kept track of who has or hasn't done which ones so sorry if you've already done something similar

[syncogon]

Farewell, Eighth Room

Farewell posts from the Eighth Room actors after the Young Blood Season 2 finale:

Wang Ke (Chu Niao) Legend says there was once a type of barefoot bird, unable to stop or leap. So it could only fly, and when it tired of flying it would sleep in the clouds and wind and rain. In its whole life, it had only one chance to land… Chu Niao, Wen Wuqi, Hua Cishu, they were all like this kind of bird, flying on and on, hidden in the mountains and clouds, through the days and nights. The whistle of their homeland rippled in their hearts for many years, but they could only continue through the storm, unknown to the world, destined to be forgotten. When Xiao-Niao left it was without a sound. So let this silent farewell play again and again.

(Did Xiao-Niao meet Headmaster? I did, and he said my debt was long since repaid.) (I wanted to meet them, and I met them all. I never regretted any of this.) (Niaoniao, did you wait for Wen-shao? I did.)

Yu Cheng’en (Wen Wuqi) Deification? There are no gods in this world, only men who are unwilling to yield. Thousands of Song youth, for their people and their country, risk their lives without regret. Wen Wuqi, Hua Cishu, Chu Niao—fated family, our life and death already tied together. These years in Helan Mountain, Xiao-Niao often asked me, what are you looking at? And I did not reply… I was looking at the moon, looking at the cranes, looking at the home that was in our every thought, yet to which we could not return.

Everyone will die someday… The day I entered the Secret Pavilion, the day I arrived in Western Xia, the day that Chu Niao died, this is what I told myself. If so, then what fear could there be? Lift the sword and simply charge forth. In a trance, the cries of the cranes were like the humming of childhood songs. I felt as though I had returned to the earliest classroom, those carefree days. Alright then, the silly girl and the dumb cranes have arrived to take me home. I hope that guy won’t come and find us, and will see the bright ending in our stead.

This time I can finally focus on raising cranes… Farewell, Eighth Room. Farewell, Wen Wuqi. In the next life, just hope for peace and good health.

Huang Xiyan (Hua Cishu) I, who have not closed my eyes in a long time, feel as though I’ve had a magnificent yet tragic dream In the dream, Wen Wuqi was rolling his eyes, Xiao-Niao was still chattering about Yanei Then the scene flipped and now it was a sky of snow, a blazing wildfire, my silent scream, my helpless tears In the nights thereafter I polished my sword over and over, polished the blade’s edge to incomparable sharpness, polished until my hands were stained with blood At the end of the dream, I awoke, and saw only blood dripping before my eyes. Just like, just like the peach blossoms drifting down in the schoolyard before our departure I often wondered whether I had any regrets. Probably so. After all, as the room leader I was useless, I failed to protect them Enter the mortal realm? With you all at my side, the mortal world is anywhere In the next life, let me be the room leader again. Wen Wuqi has too sharp a tongue and has already sacrificed too much This time, I can finally have a restful sleep Good night, Eighth Room Good night, Hua Cishu

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Compilation here: https://weibo.com/1390667084/NfE7T52c9

[rosecoloreddesire]

My Devil In Disguise, pt. 5

Austin Butler! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Fighting Doesn’t Solve Anything, Chapter 5.

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed…it turns out she’s a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Note: there’s a lot of breaking up of paragraphs in this I apologize y’all! But thank you all so much for 100 followers! I love all of you!!! 💕💕 I hope this chapter makes sense!

Warnings: angst, violence, Trouble scene, Colonel Tom Parker, mentions of leaving, and Gladys.

Annalise sat next to the trembling Elvis being escorted by officers. She could just feel the nerves pouring off her boyfriend. She kept thinking about what Beth-Ann had said, that she should fight for her and Elvis. Fight she was.

“The mayor loves you on the Steve Allen Show. All the important people did.” Colonel smiled to himself, proud. Annalise rolled her eyes and scoffed loudly. Fans clung to the car as they made their way to the stage.

“The fans are what’s important. They didn’t love it.” Annalise crossed her arms. Why did she ever leave Jimmie? They should’ve just run away like they planned when the pair were kids. The regrets kept piling and piling up as the pressure of the public eye crashed onto the lovers. They were just kids in an adult’s political world. What was she to do? Was she meant to be sitting next to Elvis? As an equal?

“What song are you going to sing tonight?” Annalise’s comment goes ignored by the arrogant bastard next to her. She turned to Elvis and his gaze still stared straight ahead.

“I’ve made no decision.” He answered coldly. His words hung in the silence of the car. The screaming fans were all that could be heard until, "I'll feel it.”

“Pay no attention to all the cameras. Those are all our friends. They don’t mean nothing,” Annalise felt an indescribable pit in her stomach as they got closer to the stage,” Ain’t that right, Chief?” The officer in the front turned around and a disgusting smirk sits on his lips. Annalise scoffs as he looks at Elvis.

“As long as you don’t so much as wiggle a finger.” His finger waggled in the air as the smirk never left his lips. Annalise placed a hand on Elvis’ thigh and gazed at him lovingly. He offered a soft smile in return as he put his hand over hers. The doors to the police car opened and Annalise felt as if the breath in her lungs was taken from her as she saw line upon line of police officers. She also saw the segregation ropes in the audience. She tried to turn to tell Elvis good luck but an officer took her arm harshly. She squeaked in surprise and Elvis huffed.

“Bad enough you wanna arrest me. Now you wanna take it out on my girl? Don’t touch her! You get your damn-” His protest is mute as Annalise disappeared into the crowd. Right in front, she stood waiting for whatever her boyfriend had planned. She hoped it would be the way he wanted it to be. However, she knew their entire lives hung in the balance. The officer clearly didn’t know how important she was as he left her almost immediately. She chuckled and started to wade her way through the fans who stopped her every so often.

“Oh, yes, sir, good people! A big thank you to shorty Morgan’s Dixie dolls! But I know some of the young people are very excited about this next act! Elvis Presley!” The crowd erupts into applause and Annalise can just see Gladys on the side. She wished she could’ve been sitting with them but she knew that this was Colonel’s punishment for her. To watch Elvis make his choice right in front of her face. The right choice.

“Just sing the nice song. Smile the nice smile. No wiggling. Then we can get back to our show business. And have fun, my boy! Fun!” Elvis knew what he had to do. Though he was terrified of what it would do to them. Elvis made his way to the stage and the crowd went ballistic. Annalise struggled to get out of the grasp of some of the fans as they jumped, hollered, and climbed. She tensed and decided maybe this was Hell after all. This was her repentance…oh lord.

“There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis,” the crowd booed and jeered. Annalise looked up at Elvis, his smile beaming back down at her, "And of course, that other guy.” His finger raised into the air as he wiggled it. Annalise felt the shot of adrenaline through her veins at the small action. She screamed and clapped as he did.

You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog. Cryin’ all the time.

“Of course, you gotta listen to the people that you love. But in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know, those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” He yelled into the mic. Annalise is pushed forward into an officer and her body becomes rigid. She was so proud of Elvis for standing up…but now he’d go to jail…

“I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” The intro to his song Trouble rang through the stadium. Annalise pushed the officer to the side and got even closer to the stage. This was Elvis’ turn to shine for real. She’d be damned if she let some low-grade cop ruin it for her. The passion in Elvis’ moves sent a shock wave into the crowd as girls crammed into the front of the stage. They started to throw themselves onto the stage trying to touch Elvis or be as close as they ever could. Annalise found herself helping more fans to the front so they could get their chance.

“My middle name is misery.” His hand cupped Annalise’s chin and he winked as she screamed just like the rest of the girls there. She saw the flashes of the cameras and winced as she pulled back. That’s when she noticed the flimsy rope keeping the segregation line. She looked back up at Elvis as he continued to tear up the stage and she thought to herself, Colonel be damned. She tore down the rope easily and the separation became inclusion. She took a man’s arm and wrapped it around herself and began to dance with him. She soon spots Beth-Ann and Sally. She even signed a few autographs before the officers were coming at them with batons. She pushed some younger fans to get out and made eye contact with a crying Gladys. Annalise turned and could see officers piling on top of Elvis.

“Go, Annalise! I’ve got Sally! Go!” Beth- Ann’s skirt was torn as she pushed Sally behind her. Annalise nodded and let the pair go. Annalise took a deep breath as the flashing of cameras continued. She felt almost paralyzed until she heard her boyfriend yell. The animalistic tone broke her out of her mesmerizing daze.

“ELVIS! Shit! Get outta my way,” she pushed through the crowd, getting hit with them damn batons and shoved by people trying to run,” Elvis! Get off of him! Shit, he ain’t do nothin’!” She just made it to the stage when a particularly hard baton was shoved into her stomach. She yelped as chaos ensued around her. There were teenagers fighting back the police officers trying to keep them away from the pair. She fell to the ground trying to think how she’d get out.

“Annalise!! Elvis!! Get away from my babies!” Annalise could hear the horrified tone of Gladys’ voice but her daze began to cloud her again. Jimmie, what did she get herself into? She tried to get back up only to be pushed down again. She could hear the jingle of handcuffs but she couldn’t feel anything.

“HEY! Get the hell off of her! Get off of my Anna! Annalise,” she could hear the panting above her and her eyes focused on Elvis as officers tried to pull him away, "Get your goddamn hands off of me! Baby, listen to me. Hey, I love you, okay? Find my mama.” A barely soft kiss is the last thing she saw of Elvis as he was carried off into the police car they rode in earlier. Vernon finally gets to her and helped up the sobbing girl. The handcuffs on her hung from one wrist. Elvis must have stopped them from arresting her.

“Elvis!”

“Get in the car mama!“

“I-I gotta get Elvis outta there, Mr. Presley. I have to-“ Annalise winced as Vernon pulled her to the car. She felt like she got hit by a damn train. Annalise watched in horror as they shoved Elvis into the back of the car. Fans chased the car and she started to tear up. This is what they meant to the fans. The ones who truly cared for them.

“You ain’t gotta do nothin’. We’ll get Elvis back, sweetheart. Just not you if you don’t get in the damn car.” Tears brimmed at her eyes as she sat with Gladys in the back seat. What went wrong? Why Elvis?

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“What do you mean I can’t see her? Colonel, I swear to the lord above if you try to keep her from me- so help me god!” Elvis ran his hands through his hair as he placed his guitar on the ground.

“I got you out of prison time, Mister Presley!”

“By sending him to Germany for two years!” Gladys threw her hands into the air. She placed her head in her hands. Annalise stood in the shadows as some cop escorts packed her bags.

“Vernon, they are poking into your background.” Annalise and Elvis froze. The both of them turn to the Colonel. Annalise knew he was the one doing this…she KNEW. But what the hell could she say to Elvis to make him believe her?

“We don't have nothin' to be ashamed of!”

“My daddy’s a good man.”

“Yes, yes. But your papa did go to jail,” he simply shrugged as Elvis felt his heartbeat quicken. Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong, “You know them, and their flashy headlines.”

"Elvis, The Draft Dodger."

"A Family of Delinquents."

“Annalise Snow, Colored Manager.”

“We may never book another date, or sell another record again. And my way of thinking, the army could be a brand new start for all of us. Let them cut your hair.” Elvis stared in front of himself as he thought. Maybe it was the easiest option and he’d always wanted to be in pictures. So did Annalise..

“Prove to the world that you are a clean-cut, all-American boy.”

“You do your two years, and when you come back, I promise you.”

“I will have done everything I can to make you the biggest actor in Hollywood.”

Gladys didn’t look impressed and Annalise wasn’t either. They both knew Elvis wasn’t a criminal and was just doin’ what he loved. He didn’t deserve this. This was gonna kill this family.

“It's gonna be okay, Mama.” Elvis wrapped his arms around his mother. Annalise kept her hand on her mouth as the police escorts shushed her. She was to have no contact with Elvis as long as he stayed in the country.

“W-Well, then if you take Elvis…I want Annalise. She’s a piece of my baby.” She sniffled as Elvis rubbed her back. Annalise could feel the dam of tears break as they ran hotly down her cheeks.

“Please, Colonel. It’s all I’ll ask of you. I need her to stay here for my family. For Graceland.” His blue eyes looked empty as if his life was stolen right from them. The Colonel sighed and twirled his cane around. The police escorts brought Annalise to the front of the fireplace. Elvis dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbing at her legs as they both sobbed. He gripped her close as if she’d disappear if he let go. 

“E-Elvis, I’m so sorry. I can’t stay they won’t let me.” She smoothed his hair down as he held her tighter. Annalise held his chin in her hands.

“Please, baby. Please stay. I’ll beg. I need you to stay. I’m gonna write you every damn day. Just stay, damnit.” Elvis’ voice was wavering and deep. Cracking with every word as if he was scared to say them. The Colonel looked on in disgust as he rubbed his hands over his cane.

“Elvis, you gotta let me go. I-I gotta prove y’all ain’t brainwashin’ me. I promise I’ll be back to take care of your parents. I promise with my entire soul that I’ll take care of them. I ain’t gonna go to Louisiana. You’re my home.” She watched as he got off his knees and a sad smile graced his face. He left a soft kiss on her lips and kept his hand caressing her face. His hand shook upon her cheek.

“I love you so much, Annalise Snow.”

“And I love you, Elvis Presley.”

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“I heard from the Colonel that he met a real nice girl there. I told Elvis when I called he better not be strayin’. Damn kid.” Annalise chuckled as she stirred the pot on the stove.

“Her name is Priscilla? I think? She seems like a sweet lil’ thing. She answered the phone the other night and I swear she was sweatin’ like a sinner in church, Vernon.” Vernon’s laugh echoed in the kitchen.

“You know he ain’t gonna jeopardize your love, Anna. Cause he knows how much we love ya.” He tried to hide the open lock on the liquor cabinet behind him as you went to check it.

“Vernon! This ain’t gonna excuse you god damnit! I told you to stop letting her get into the damn liquor! Ugh!” Annalise stopped cooking the dinner she was making and started to set the table. She put the lock back onto the liquor cabinet and sighed. The drinking was only getting worse no matter how many doctors she hired to Graceland for Gladys. She was at her wits end.

“Hey, you tell that woman no. It’s a lot harder than you think.�� Annalise chuckles as Vernon settles in the dining room and Grandma Minnie makes her way down the stairs.

“I-I left some food in front of her room, dear. She said she’d be down after supper to call Elvis with ya.” Minnie placed a kiss on Annalise’s head as they ate. She really worked hard over this dinner since it was Gladys’ favorite. Though nothing seemed to bring her more joy than hearing Elvis on the phone. Annalise understood but it still hurt that Gladys didn’t want to even want to have their girl nights as they used to when Elvis was gone at concerts. She felt lost and she only returned to Graceland to help Gladys with the housework.

“Thanks so much, Vernon. I can finish the dishes.” Annalise reached for the soap and Vernon pulled her hand away.

“Ah ah, young lady. Gotta keep them nails pretty for when that ring gets on that finger.” Vernon used the soap to cover his own wedding ring. She slapped him on the back slightly. 

“I’m gonna go check on Gl-“ A thud breaks the happy atmosphere. Annalise drops the glass in her hand and runs not caring about if she stepped on a single shard. A mumbling limp Gladys is on the side of the stairs. She screams as Vernon runs to his wife’s side.

“Call 911! Gladys? Darlin’?” Annalise’s hand shook as the phone connected to a responder.

“I need everyone- anyone to Graceland now!“

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It didn’t take long for the rumors of Elvis Presley’s mama being dead. No one hardly ever came out of Graceland after the news. Annalise told all the boys to stay away from the house while she shook at the thought of calling Elvis. Vernon was a mess and Colonel was…disgusting. Telling Annalise and the family that the press deserved to know what happened to the poor boy’s mama.

“Hello, Priscilla, may I speak to a Mister Elvis Presley?”

“Who is this may I ask? There’s always fans callin’ in from all over.”

“Miss Annalise Snow callin’ from Graceland, honey. It’s mighty important.”

“Elvis! Your pretty girls on the phone again!“ Annalise could hear the excited shuffling of his boots on the hardwood floor in the background. She smiled and couldn’t remember when the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“There’s my favorite girl! I-I been waitin’ for your call for awhile, Darlin’. I-I heard I get to go home early for- for an emergency. Um the sooner I get you in my arms-“ A sob broke through the receiver as Elvis rambled. He flinched and held a hand against his heart.

“El-Elvis. It’s-“

“Darlin’ if someone hurt you I swear to the lord I’ll be there right now-“

“No, Elvis. It’s your mama.”

“Someone hurt my mama?!”

“Elvis…”

“Annalise…no,” the realization hit Elvis like a freight train and he fell to his knees. The phone white knuckled in his grasp,” she’s not-“

“She is Elvis…I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve watched her more. Oh my god I can’t. I-I love you. I-I can’t do this.

“Anna-“

Silence. Elvis was in silence as he processed. So was Annalise as she packed for a trip to Louisiana after the funeral. She really should’ve listened to Jimmie when they were younger. That it was the two of them against the world. Because with Elvis…she feels as if the ends of the earth are too far for the lovers to reach. That she was keeping him from his fullest potential. They just needed a small break while he was in Germany. Would he find someone else during his stay?

“ My dearest, Annalise. You are my stars and my night sky. Keep the bed warm for me. Don’t forget to call.” The words of his many letters in the past two months haunted and echoed in her head as she stared into their shared bedroom. Who was she kidding? She wanted Elvis and she’d never give him up. Though she felt useless and abandoned, she HAD to be there for him for the burial.

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“You get the hell away from him! You bastard,” her voice was hush as people were in mourning,” you sent me into a press nightmare, Parker! The Presley’s are grieving! Let them be!” She seethed as the Colonel shrugged his shoulders, smiling.

“The press just want to know the Presley’s are okay-“

“Is that A-Annalise,” she could hear the hiccups of her exhausted boyfriend. That damn Parker probably lied him outta that damn closet. She wanted him to have time with his mama’s spirit in peace,” Let me hold you, lil mama. Please let me feel you. I-I gotta know you’re real.” His arms wrapped around her as she sat on his lap over looking his mother. She looked gorgeous even in death. She was so cared for. Elvis closed his eyes as his body shook with every gasp and gag. Annalise pulled his head to rest on her chest as she soothed him. She played with his hair as his body continued to quiver.

“Shhh, I know baby. I know. You gotta take a deep breath alright? For me and mama,”he took a deep breath as his eyes shone big and glossy…like a child,” good. Just like that, handsome. Just like that. I got you. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, baby. “ Elvis nestled into her chest as close as he possibly could.

“Don’t wanna talk to no press. Wanna stay here with you and mama forever. No going back to Germany. No fans. Just you and mama.” She shushed him as his cries quieted slowly. Annalise sighed as she fixed his hair. She felt almost selfish as she wanted the same thing. She wanted Elvis all to herself and to never let him go.

“Baby, you have to go back. Or it’s jail time. W-We got this, El. It’s okay. I’m gonna be with you-“

“Colonel told me he was sendin’ you to Louisiana.” Vernon looked aghast as he held both of the lovers hands. Elvis tensed underneath his girlfriend and gripped her closer to him. She had canceled her trip knowing she had to take care of the house and Elvis. When did Colonel even find out?

“I-I proved I wasn’t brainwashed. I-I can’t leave Elvis. I can’t leave Graceland.” The pallbearers begin to enter the house and the press got louder as the Colonel pushed the trio out into the vultures. Elvis took her hand as his body continued to shake. She had to get rid of the Colonel. What the hell was that damn Colonel doing?

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“I’m going back to Graceland, daddy! I ain’t standing for this shit talkin’ about MY Elvis!! This so god damn stupid! I’m a woman now!“ Annalise slammed her suitcase on her childhood bed as her father groaned.

“No swearin’ in my house! You ain’t raised that way!”

“I was hardly raised at all, daddy! You always had us on tour with ya! And you'd leave mama home alone! I barely know her! Elvis just lost his damn mama and I need to be there for when he gets back!”

“Annalise Petunia Snow-“

“No! You don’t get it! I came here for Jimmie! Not y’all! I can’t believe I stayed this long! I’m going back to MY home!”

“With that washed up-“ A smack echoes in the hallway. Her father held his cheek as his wife glared at him. Annalise gasped and stopped her packing.

“Hank! You promised to try!  You-” She’s interrupted by hank sniffling. 

“I don’t want our kids followin’ in my footsteps. The road and fame kills love. And that Presley boy will kill her heart.”

“Daddy-”

“Go home, sweetie. Just know we’re a call away.” He gave her a hug as Jimmie pulled up his truck.

“I know it don’t seem like it but he’s been trying to support y’all. He heard about that charity concert and you gettin’ hurt so I think he was just bein’ protective, Ann.” Jimmie explained as he helped her into the truck. She smoothed her dress skirt down and sighed.

“I know but this whole trip made me realize somethin’, Jimmie.” She gazed out her window at the many farms they passed. Watching the cows graze and the horses run.

“What’s that, Ann?”

“I want Elvis. I can’t live without him. I need Graceland. That’s my family.”

“As long as I’m invited to y’all’s family Christmas parties, I don’t mind at all. And maaaaaybe an autograph.” Annalise laughed as she turned on the radio.

“Elvis Presley returns from the War! Hear his interview at 1 o’clock sharp, chicks! We’ll be playin’ all things Elvis in preparation of his return!” Annalise covered her mouth in surprise.

“I forgot his return date! I’ve been in Louisiana only a couple months!“

“Ann, you’ve been here for 9 months!” Her eyes widened and she rubbed her hands over her face.

“Oh my god, Jimmie! I’m so damn stupid! And I haven’t called Vernon in weeks! They’re not gonna want me there!“

“It’s a 5 hour drive, Ann,” He stepped on the pedal a little harder,” I’ll get you there before noon!” She squealed as the wind blew through her hair. She was going to get over herself and finally be there for Elvis. She just needed to be there for herself first.

“To the rock of eternity, Mister Presley!”

[crowning-art]

TGCF HUGE SPOILERS!!

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This scene was just soo funny tho, like this barely sentient demon baby had enough understanding to realize these next few actions of his are reaallllyyy gonna mess up this person he hates and it's gonna be sooooo worth it lol

Just then, that fetus spirit suddenly started howling, jumping between the two, spitting that giant white radish onto the ground then kicking it forcefully with its back legs. That giant white radish with a few bites missing was sent flying and smacked squarely into Feng Xin’s face, creating a big DONG! noise!

I feel so bad for Feng Xin, like perhaps in a other life, he may be a happy father, with a loving wife and healthy and wonderful son who would grow up and be someone great....and yet. And I dunno, is it guilt that he still reached out Jian Li to take care of her or does he still care for her...I wonder....

THIS GUY I SWEAR, SO SNEAKY

Don’t borrow spiritual powers from me” was Hua Cheng’s order. If Xie Lian was to prove the robe he was wearing right now wasn’t the Brocade Immortal then he must not obey Hua Cheng’s order. Which meant, he had to do the opposite thing—“borrow spiritual powers from Hua Cheng”.

LOL THIS IMAGE HERE IS KINDA CUTE like two kids being caught by their mom or smt

Ling Wen was probably done resting and was ready to return to put the Brocade Immortal back on. Yet she ran into the two uninvited guests who had broken into the chamber, one looking incredibly innocent while the other looked nonchalant.

Of all the things I expected them to walk in on, this was THE last for sure

Within the chamber, Guoshi and three others formed a full table, and they were in the middle of a heated game of cards, their passion and obsession blinding them from their surroundings.

Welp...there goes my theory (that I already discarded ages ago lol) that Crown Prince of Wuyong was reincarnated as Xie Lian lol

“The only relationship you share with the Crown Prince of Wuyong is that he destroyed your kingdom, Xianle.”

THIS??? THIS PHRASE CAUSED ALL THE PROBLEMS??? BUT HOW THO??

“Body in abyss; heart in paradise,” Guoshi replied.

Oh my lord. It's just like what happened with Xie Lian...the exact same....I'm literally so shook rn

“It was impossible to stop the volcano from erupting, and if we wanted no one to be hurt, then the only option was to migrate. However, the affected areas were too great; it wasn’t just a matter of one or two city fortresses. To the nobles and the common people, the best way was to invade other Kingdoms, take over new land; otherwise, the other Kingdoms wouldn’t so easily allow such a great number of people from Wuyong to move in

literally moving Yongan, invading Xianle, trying to save everyone....it's all the EXACT same!

When Goushi said that Jun Wu was many times more than what Xie Lian was as crown prince, I realized it also extended to other aspects as well...

“He took on three things at once: the ignorance and grumbling complaints of the nobles and people of Wuyong, the incessant outrage of all the gods in heaven, and that giant Heaven Crossing Bridge.”

Xie Lian only had to take 2 out of 3 things here and Jun Wu had to take all 3...my god

THIS

BUT XIE LIAN AND THE STATUE HE HELD UP WHEN HIS KINGDOM WAS FALLING OH MY GOD THIS INSANE RHIS CRAZY I KINDA SAW THIS COMING BUT TO BE THE EXACT SAME???? I AM SHOOK BEYOND BELIEF

“His Highness became more and more silent and closed off, using his own powers to construct that bridge and support it up. I watched him every day, and while he said nothing, I could tell just how much he suffered inside. And this suffering could only be borne by him on his own; no matter how much the four of us wanted to help him, we couldn’t lighten his burden.

I-

Guoshi continued, “The heavenly rainbow was ripped. Millions of people, a dense and crammed crowd, suddenly dropped from the sky in an instant, wailing and screaming heart-wrenchingly as they fell into a sea of fire, and burnt to ashes right before the eyes of His Highness!

I can't even begin to imagine what his expression must have been in that moment. My heart is breaking for Jun Wu so much rn

ITS THE SAME!! XIE LIAN HAD TO KILL SOMEONE TOO FJFJFJCJCJFJ IM LOSING MY MIND I CANT

Correct,” Guoshi replied. “His Highness said, find a batch of bad people, use those fiends as a sacrifice, throw them into the Kiln, and pacify its fires of fury. The four of us all had different thoughts on this, but the general consensus was disagreement.

The moment I read this line:

Even if they were really angry against His Highness, they wouldn’t be angry with me too. At the very least, they wouldn’t have stopped all communication with me.”

I had this EXACT expression LIKE EXACT

It's like I didn't even need to read further to confirm it...

And to think that til this day, the faces of his friends are still on his face....

I can't even imagine what I'm gonna read next in Jun Wu's story

I literally cannot expect anything to get better any time soon 😵‍💫

[garoujo]

first off, im sooo glad ur starting to feel better!! 🥳 ur immune system really said lets get this illness!!! fhjssjdj aomine is sososo sexy and for what ughh!! he and kise are so hot im kicking my feet!! but ur so right their names are sooo pretty like aomine daiki and kise ryouta just roll off the tongue so well! just give me one chance kise!!! AGH okok so! i finished the match vs the u-20 and while i still loves karasu.. OLIVER?!?! i saved soo many panels of him and i was genuinely sweating when i saw him… ugujsdj i started a lil smut drabble as well im soso enamored omg emmie what is this spell he has me under?? kicking and screaming AND SOBBING!! i will say i was like erm. excuse me. at the karaoke scene where those two girls are mad at him bc hello. oliver im ur one n only? 🤨. BUT ALSO the panel where kuni is coming out of the wild card room and he looks so… unhinged? depraved? depressed? IS SO SEXY. thats my mannn eeeep!!! im sosososo excited to keep reading but ive been BURSTING w aiku thirst n thoughts. dont mind me im just melting!! - 🥀

yayyyyy i defff just need like loads of sleep me thinks but work is ruining my plans grrrr >:[ no cause literally!!! aomine akashi + kise are my faves n they’re just all so !!!! (ᐡ ෆ  ̫ ෆ ᐡ) like they’re all so hot + sexy + their voices make me suddenly warm like aaaaa gimme more of them!!! did u watch the movie cause?? !!! i didnt even know it was possible for them to get hotter but they did (ᐡ⸝⸝ᴗ ̫ ᴗ⸝⸝ᐡ) OLIVER! i remember seeing panels of him before i even started reading so wen i finally met him i was in AWE cause he is soooo sexy!!! + his colour scheme / hair / eyes literally speaks to my puthy i can’t!!! (U⸝⸝– –⸝⸝U) omigosh i know he’s a total player but so hot id still fuck him!!! u could change him akajakaka also yes!!! unhinged kuni is soooo good + crazy it’s everything! they gave him more flavourrrrr <33

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Jeff's Demise

by BobAndMore & Anonymous

Sometimes haters write some weird stuff. Here's yet another alternative take on Jane's Letter that actually ends with Jeff and Jane culling their own lifes.

CW// suicide, slashing, blood

Click below to read the original unedited story

As Jeff committed suicide, a small baby boy awoke. He noticed that the door was not closed and was open a small creak. He usually kept it closed so got up and shut it once more. However, what he was unaware of as he went back to sleep was falling down the Jane in his bedroom.

It all ocured when Jeff saw the figure.

Jeff had just killed another victim and was feeling rather happy with the results he had tarn after the skull of the victam and stabbed the brain rather grosomely. However, as he ran through the forest near the house to make his escape, he got a weird feeling, but not like the ones he got wen he first started his psychiopathic tendancies and murdered Randy, his parents, and Liu. It was more of a feeling of being stalked and watched.

He quickly turned around to see a girl staring at him however as he got closer the girl took off in to the night and he gave chase he ran but he did not catch up he tripped. He scowled and exclaimed,

"Shit, I lost her." Jeff then got up, brushed off himeself, and continued walking in the forest.

A few weeks passed. Jeff was murdering left and right and left and right finally he came to the house that would change his life.

At first he simply stalked the house and waited for the perfet moment to sneak in. He snuck in was family (two parents and one baby) was upstairs. He simply quietly opened the unlocked door and sunck basement. Finally, at night, Jeff was about to crawl out of the basement when he heard a muted scream from upstairs he thought he was found he was not.

He went upstairs about half hour later just in case the police were there and the scream had alerted the neighbors. Jeff not stupid. He crept though the halls until he reached the parents room. A chill runs up his spine for a reason he could not place until he entered.

As he entered, he saw the parents completely gutted. Blood is everywhere. It was sloppy done.

"Who did this" he muttered. He then left that room and walked down to the baby's room as he entered he noticed something odd.

The baby was fin not a scrathc on him. As he looked in disbelief he saw a note written next to him. It read,

If you are reading this new that no matter many innocent victims you claim or how much innocent blood you shed, I'm still coming for you in the en all of the men and women you so viciously slaughtered and disembowelleded, I beat you to I killed them not itse I hate them; I imagined those victims were you as I took their lives tt was mere vision of you that made kill them. I never did like you, you greasy-headeded, grinning, smug, ignorant son of a bitch. My blawck eyes look like I'm void of vision but I'm not. Just remember the night that you creep into a poor girl's bedroomyoure gonna fall head over heels down the fucking stairs with your guts caught on the broken glass of the window I smash smashed you into tonight when I reach you evil will battle evil winner kills all and the only one who will not get out alive is you I'm coing for you. Sleep well...

Signed, Jane the Killer

As Jeff scoffed at the letter the police siren started wailing Jeff fled though window. The police discovered the scene and dismissed as the work of another killer who had recently slaughtered a family several milles away.

Anotehr week passed Jeff grow anxious. He began to see the girl behind him even more and never once caught a glimpse of face he wanted to meet her he wanted to kill her but at same tim he did'nt he still wants to learn more about her her life her haterd of him it amused him to think about it.

That same day Jeff finally met his fate. He used the same tactic as he did with the house he found Jane's letter in to break into another family's house (two parents, a sister, and a young baby boy) he waited until night yet again. At night, he crawled out and murdered the sister and the two parents he then started walking towarded the boy's room when someone tackled him.

"Who are you!?" Jeff yelled but quietly.

"Who do you think, Jeffery?" the girl teased.

He suddenly realied it was Jan.

Jeff eventully escaped and ran in to the boy's room but Jane was hot on his heel she ran in too. Jeff backed in to cornor he knew that he could probably fight Jane back but what if Jane had a few trick he didnt know.

Something then came over Jeff. He realisded all the pain he caused had cause all the misrey he had caused his brother he had killed his parents everyone he bagan to feel emotion. After all of the killing, he realised his legacy must end at some point. Jeff dropped his knife.

"G-go ahead. Finish it."

Jane frowned.

"I can;t kill you like this that would be too easy it would be letting you win!" she said.

Jeff suddenly smirked to himself.

"W-Whats funny?" Jane questioned.

Jeff suddenly punched Jane and grabbed the knife aiming it right at his throat.

"I-it's time for me to... go to sleep."

Jeff slit his own throat.

A small boy then awoke, his vision blurry.

As this happened Jane ducked into the closet of the small boy's closet door woke the small boy the door had been creaked open when Jeff had entered to kill the baby boy, but Jane was there somehow she hid the closet.

The boy suddenly saw a dead body it was Jeff's body. He screamed. Jane suddenly realized what she must do.

Jane plunged the knife into herself. Her dead body fell out of the closet. The boy fainted from the shock.

The police found both bodies after a couple days. A neighbor wanted to check up on them and called the police after two days an officer investigated. He found the bodies and claimed that the imfamous Jeff The Killer was dead.

A legend had fallen.

The body was put in a coffin.

A legend had finally given in.

The body was buried.

A legend had left a legacy of hate but had tried to redeem himself in the eyes of the word.

Jeff was dead.

[dyrewrites]

OC vs Cockroach

Tagged by @alhyastarain!

Tagging: @sparrowcraft @tryingtimi @rmgrey-author and open

Sorry I didn't see this sooner. >.<

Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach

Okay, we're sticking to main cast and Pale Blood for these because I think I did this for Weald and Wen already. And I'm going to try to write it as a little scene again, so you'll get the rating at the end.

Halfnight had come and gone, and Odea--who had been stuck in the apartment overnight, unable to sleep through their antics in the only bedroom--was incredibly tired and finally falling asleep on the oversized couch when someone screamed.

It was nearby, in the kitchen--a short ten to fifteen feet away--but it had come so high and quiet she assumed it from outside. Or possibly from a small animal--a mouse perhaps.

Den met her at the kitchen's bar, confusion painting his own half-awake features, but nothing could prepare them for the sight waiting on the other side of that slender countertop.

Spread out along the cupboards and walls--like a spider waiting to jump--Delmas squeaked again, "Don't come in here!"

Odea's concern burst first and she hopped onto the counter, gaping toward the floor, "What, what is it?"

Watching them both for a moment--that seemed an eternity to the one on the wall--Den shook his head and entered the kitchen, ignoring Odea's squeaked fear. And he found what he expected to, it was considerably larger than the last one that sent his boyfriend up the wall, but still too small to be such a bother.

Fat, brown and glistening, the roach was roughly the size of the spatula that lay next to it on the laminate floor--blending shockingly well with the speckled design of it.

"You're adorable," he told Delmas as he knelt and scooped the insect up in his hand, smiling at the gasp from the oversized wall ornament. Turning to Odea, he asked, "You alright?"

She breathed easier and shifted to sit on the counter, "I thought there was something wrong with the floor. It was just a bug?"

Delmas remained on the wall, eyes wide and lips tight and Den smiled at him as he answered, "He's got a thing about roaches. Other bugs, no problem, but these things...well," nodding to the wall, Den chuckled and walked the cockroach outside before tossing it off the balcony--where he was pretty sure it would survive, he didn't really know, it just seemed better than stomping it.

When he returned, Delmas had crawled back to the floor but avoided the spatula as one might a grenade. But Odea's snort forced some sort of response, and so he tried, his voice quiet and steady as he stared at the spatula, "Bosch used to lock me in a bonewood box and then fill it with cockroaches when I didn't do my chores."

She had no response for that--who would--but she did make a note to spit on the gnome of a fang next she saw him.

"All gone," Den announced as he returned from the balcony and, after retrieving the spatula and setting it safely in the sink, he wrapped his arms tight around Delmas and added, "The beast is slain."

The kiss on the top of his head was the thank you he expected, but the whisper of, "I love you," was a nice addition.

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Ratings;

Delmas (0/10) terror incarnate, do not approach.

Den (10/10) wolf beats roach

Odea (7/10) it's fine but no touchy

[llycaons]

ep19 (part 1) : you know it's bad when you see a torture scene and you're like 'oh yeah this is the least painful thing to happen to him in three episodes and it'll only get worse after this'

on my first watch I remember being like 'oh god she looks like shit', honestly he's a little tired looking and he's got a far-away look in his eyes that points to some extreme inner distress or distracting pain and he coughs very weakly but. yeah no he looks pretty bad

what we all assumed was hunger but was. you know

unintentionally (?) funniest shots in the episode. wzl might actually know about wwx's core at this point - I assume he can sense them. I can think of no other reason for him to look at his hand like that

scream. with context...well we know why. and wwx likely hasn't slept either

of all the additions to the story cql made, this is by far one of the most powerful and memorable. it's such a beautiful scene and imo it points to what jc deep down wanted more than anything. happy family. everyone getting along. his some safe. wwx is there, and I know there's a lot of debate over whether jc sees his as a brother but it's hard to argue he didn't see him as par of that family in some way, regardless of how he treated him

this scene wasn't in the novel unless im really misremembering, but it's much easier to believe that jc viewed wwx differently there compared to here

his mother welcoming him! smiling! being kind and affectionate to his siblings!

his father interacting with him willingly! playing with him! believing in him! such simple things, and so out of reach for jc, once hard to imagine him attaining and now impossible

he knows to thank bssr but I don't think he'll ever thank wwx :/

RUDE BITCH

he's tired so I can forgive that his comeback to 'you're a dog' is 'NO YOU'

why are you like this. maniac

here he is! wwx is defined by his low birth status and his unstable relationship with the aristocracy. they can cast him out at any time, and do so once it's clear he will act against them. there is treatment and slander he endures that a highborn individual would never face even if they did the exact same things that he did. but wwx is scrappy. he uses everything he has to his advantage. he even weaponizes his lack of privilege.

wjl are you stupid. like. love this woman, she's very funny, but seriously. you work with cultivators

oof oof ouch. this is a rough scene and it's the least bad thing to happen to wwx from his enemies (or allies) in a while. after watching his home be destroyed, seeing myu blame him for everything then died with jfm, LP overtaken and disrespected, needing to get jc back, staying awake for days researching, then lying awake for two days and a night undergoing surgery, and AFTER this getting thrown into a pit of corpses where you're expected to lose your soul to endless torment....well. this is bad but relatively bearable

anyway ohh yin iron is reacting to his blood

I love when side characters deliver exposition loudly and obviously. very convenient for our protags

JC SAW THEM. SCREAM. I don't think he could have done anything esp since he doesn't have his sword but he SAW them. isn't that wild

if he was just a few hours earlier...well, wwx would still die, wouldn't he? being thrown into the burial mounds was horrifically traumatizing but it did facilitate his career in necromancy and he wouldn't have been resurrected without his own writings on the topic. and this is a very shitty situation for him to imagine an plot divergence

that being said this is one of the most horrific things that can happen to a person in like. any piece of media. this man has suffered so much bizarre and specific trauma

DON'T TOUCH HIM

DON'T CALL HIM THAT

SCREAM

shut up wen chao you're not the one binding him there

the smoke catching him, making his descent somewhat gentler. it can sense what's happening

in the book I think it's canon that he breaks several bones in the fall. or maybe that was in a fanfic I read. I like it more when it breaks his bones honestly bc it adds to the rawness and realism of the scene tho I am not complaining cql wwx has it a little better

and if that's not enough, wen ning has also been tortured! and wq in imprisoned!

[thotfrnk]

ive been thinking thoughts once again (i know) but this wont leave me and I need to ramble or I will die.

before i go into my meandering thoughts, I always ask myself this: at what point in any canon did lawnji 100% decided to give up his life for w2x (the 33 elders do not count, I'll explain further), and in turn, at what point in canon did w2x give up his life for lawnji?

let me touch on the 33 whips for 33 elders thing first: when lawnji harmed those 33 elders, it was already too late, w2x had already gone mad with the resentful energy and he had reached the point of no return, no amount of "come back to gusu" woulda save w2x. and the discipline whip lashes? happened well AFTER w2x's dead, and it was something lawnji brought upon himself, he still had a strong golden core to help him heal along w his SECT LEADER brother and shufu... so there is not real sacrifice lawnji didn't risk his clan, he got out easy bc of his status as lan-er-gongzi, that's not a sacrifice, I'm sorry!

so anyways the main point of this is well, is our main couple so incredibly weak that w2x's interactions with other men (jc, really) had to be cut out or changed in order to make sure our cp stands strong? are they so weak in the canon that other adaptations had to diverge or purposely leave out instances in the source material?

the donghua added in a scene where they met as kids when w2x was still on the streets, which never happened in the novel. the entirety of cql..... lol. and the manhua, ohhhh boy. the manhua which left out the w2x&jc hug after they reunited when w2x was missing (post-back alley noncon-surgery), replacing it with a "no homo!" shoulder bump. and one of the biggest reveals was CUT OUT entirely, jc's sacrifice, all because what? to make jc look bad? or were the creators and fans so insecure of their canon couple that any little thing could rattle their supposed unshakeable foundations? i find it so interesting.

at no point in the novel, we see w2x make a huge sacrifice for lawnji, but he agreed to a 50/50 surgery, agreed to mutilate himself, cut out what is essentially a vital organ, all for his shidi. hm. and how did shidi even lose such a thing? (ntm wc bragging w2x abt how much jc screamed when his core was being melted...)

jc who saw those wen soldiers getting nearer to w2x, jc who had lost everything, who was shackled to filial duty to rebuild and get revenge, used himself as bait, to protect - uh, who was it again? oh yeah - w2x. and don't even tell me jc wouldn't have done it if it meant him losing his golden core, jc KNEW wzl aka the "core melting hand" was at lotus pier, he knew that wzl melted his parents core and killed them, jc isn't stupid. he was fully prepared to die, not just simply lose his core, but to die.

i just find it sooooooooooo interesting our main couple doesn't have anything on this scale? idk man they're supposed to be our cp (canon pairing) like cant they get some more flavour . i just find it so interesting that jc's and w2x's relationship is so intertwined, with so many layers of trust, betrayal, promises upon promises, and yet different adaptations like to pretend they simply don't exist or downplay it.... reeks of insecurity methinks.