I've tried to post this like three times but Tumblr mobile app didn't like me and just threw away all my witty commentary the moment I hit "Post", so I juggled my video and photos to my computer just for that sweet desktop experience!
But like can we all acknowledge that Xie Lian ascended into a god the third time through junk collecting? He just collected scraps SO HARD that he ascended. Like did he plan that? Or was he just minding his own business one day and then a Heavenly Tribulation rained down on him and he was like "Whoops, guess this is what I'll be known for forever let's gooooo!" It sounds like him, honestly.
Everyone knows Xie Lian as that one god involved with a plague and whose martial skills are second to none - to the point that he's stronger than Hua Cheng by the time his curse shackles are removed. But let's all remember the REAL reason he's a god at the start of TGCF. Our boy is just that good that he junk-collected his way into heaven, and I think we should be praying to our scrap immortals more often.
Think we all should be very grateful our boy ascended at 17 because if he had have been any further into puberty he’d probably have the worlds longest hermit beard like I just know the thing would be reaching his thighs AT LEAST.
I don’t think y’all understand how clearly I have a potential novel mapped out in my head based off things I’ve already written like. It’s the overarching plot of lost gods (depressed guy forms a relationship with an older artist after two failed relationships) meets the dying love story of moth work (two guys are doomed for a lifetime of each other) simultaneously threaded with a dreamlike whirlwind romance (body back & changing states) ultimately leading us to a narrator who feels more like an art exhibit than a man
The most major difference between AUs I think is between god!au second and literally every other second. He's just chilling. Being silly. Almost getting sacrificed but just pulling a god from that instead. What not living in such a major dystopia does to a mf
For some reason, the only consistent thing in my head right now is the mental image of Meteors Roxy carrying around a big Jolteon plushie with her snout fitting nicely between its ears and you know what?
It's now Meteors Canon that Roxy adores resting her chin on people and plushies' heads right between the ears. And also that Roxy needs more plushies.
all journaling hobbyists ever post is aesthetic pages with nice little quotes... where are the pages after pages of sloppily scrawled out suicidal thoughts