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sitimelur · 10 hours
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I like to think that he has a hard time trying to view other people/cultivator as an actual human beings with feelings and emotions rather than an npc that just there for the story plot
I think Shang Qinghua believes he doesn't care about the immortal alliance massacre
I believe he doesn't think he cares when he kills someone to protect Mobei or suggests a torture technique he researched for PIDW and sees it in action at his word in the north
And because he lives in the world he created and his only fellow transmigratior is Peerless "I avoid thinking about what I'm feeling" Cucumber no one calls him out in the fact he spends a lot of time dissociating
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sitimelur · 2 days
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You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.
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“May you have a life of safety and peace”, said the witch, cursing the bloodthirsty warrior.
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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
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cinderella marries the prince
and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.
but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.
time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.
as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.
cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.
so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.
summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.
this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.
cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…
from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…
after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.
aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.
time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.
one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.
she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.
she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.
years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.
two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.
or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.
her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.
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sitimelur · 2 days
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on the topic of humans being the intergalactic “hold my beer” species: imagine an alien stepping onto a human starship and seeing a space roomba™ with a knife duct taped onto it, just wandering around the ship
it doesn’t have any special intelligence. it’s just a normal space roomba. there are other space roombas on the ship and they don’t have knives. it’s just this one. knife space roomba has full clearance to every room in the ship. occasionally crew members will be talking and then suddenly swear and clutch their ankle. knife space roomba putters off, leaving them to their mild stab wounds.
“what is the point?” asks the alien as another crew member casually steps over the knife-wielding robot. “is it to test your speed and agility?”
“no it doesn’t really go that fast,” replies the captain.
“does it teach you to stay ever-vigilant?”
“I mean I guess so but that’s more of a side effect.”
“does it weed out the weak? does it protect you from invaders? do repeated stabbings let your species heal more quickly in the future?”
“it doesn’t stab very hard, it gets us more than it gets our enemies, and no, but that sounds cool — someone write that down.”
“but then what is its purpose?”
“I don’t know,” the captain says, leaning down to give the space roomba an affectionate pat. “it just seemed cool”
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Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.
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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.
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My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
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sitimelur · 2 days
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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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sitimelur · 3 days
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@l-wandering-etranger @mixiyovi
There's like two fics that I could think of from the top of my head
This one is a funny read and I was actually shocked at the plot twist ‼️
(you need an ao3 account to read this one)
And this one actually made me teared up 😭 it's so damn sad
I think it would be really funny if the reason we never learn Shang Qinhua’s birth name (as opposed to courtesy name) even in the flashbacks when he’s a disciple, is that he quite simply doesn’t remember it. He was born, gradually got his memories back, and went “ahhh fuck I transmigrated as Shang Qinghua” and that was it. he perceives himself as Shang Qinghua. Whenever someone calls him Shang ▉▉▉ he just kind of spaces out and then goes “wait- huh- that’s me!” Whenever someone asks his name, he stares at them blankly until someone else nearby offers it for him. When he finally gets his courtesy name he breathes a massive sigh of relief because oh god he kept almost saying Qinghua when people asked his name and that would have caused so many problems.
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sitimelur · 5 days
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sitimelur · 5 days
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I saw someone point out how cumplane is pronounced almost exactly like 'complain' and I just couldn't think about anything else
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sitimelur · 8 days
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Since the other one is doing well I think I should post my other Shang Qinghua edits
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sitimelur · 9 days
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Someone please take one for the team and write a fic where sqh got yanked out from his seat and somehow ascends to the heavenly capitals from tgcf 💪💪💪 there's thousands different possibilities on how this will actually turns out!!
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sitimelur · 9 days
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Can someone recommend me some good Jiang Cheng centric fic? Preferably the one centered around him taking care of Jin ling in his childhood or any moment during the 13 years of wwx's death
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sitimelur · 11 days
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Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.
She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!
And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.
She was like… what do you write?
I was like… fanfiction.
And she was like girl…
ME TOO!
I asked where she posts her writing.
She whispered “Ao3.”
Girl…
ME TOO.
The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.
The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.
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