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nagisa2345-blog · 3 months

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nemainofthewater · 2 months

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Best Character Surnamed: Yuan

Come and vote for the best characters with the same surname!*

What does best mean? It's up to you! Whether you love them, are intrigued by their characters, love to hate them, or they're your '2 second blorbos whose personality you made up wholesale', these are all reasons for you to vote for your favs!

*note, the surnames are not exactly the same in all the cases, as often there will be a different character. I am, however, grouping them all together otherwise things got more complicated.

Propaganda is very welcome! If I’ve forgot anyone, let me know in the notes.

This is part of a larger series of ‘best character with X surname’ polls’. The overview with ongoing polls, winners, and future polls can be found here

#poll #love like the galaxy #love and redemption #a journey to love #legend of anle #winter begonia #thousand autumns #New Life Begins #romance of the three kingdoms #fox volant #yin yang master #farewell my concubine

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kangturu07 · 2 months

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General Huo and His Highness

I really like this novel. Need people to talk about it because the community almost non exist 🥹

#残疾战神嫁我为妾后 #adgwbmc #huo wujiu #jiang suizhou #danmei #illustration #art #after the disabled war god become my concubine #wolf #fox #hybrid

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web-novel-polls · 1 year

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Danmei Tournament Bracket & Competitors

Round 1

Short Story of Shaowang vs. Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals? [WINNER: Where is Our Agreement to Be Arch-Rivals?]

Green Plum Island vs. You've Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale [WINNER: You've Got Mail]

Round 2

Lie Huo Jiao Chou vs. Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals?

Mist vs. the Earth is Online

Golden Stage vs. Nan Chan

Everyday I Get Up to See the Villain Stealing the Show vs. Little Mushroom

Fox Demon Cultivation Manual vs. Let's Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Copper Coins vs. Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Liu Yao: the Revitalization of Fuyao Sect vs. After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

You've Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale vs. Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

Round 2 ends Tuesday, May 23rd, 2023, at noon CST. Let me know if you have any suggestions for the descriptions and content warnings!

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Author: Liu Gou Hua (刘狗花)

Other Names: After I Married the Disabled War God As My Concubine, Sau khi chiến thần tàn tật gả cho ta làm thiếp, 残疾战神嫁我为妾后

Media Type: Web novel

Chapters: 123 Chapters + 13 Extras

Main Pairing: Jiang Suizhou x Huo Wujiu

CW: ableism, violence, poisoning, death, war + more unknown

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by SleepyTranslations

Description: [Jiang Suizhou] is a history lecturer transmigrated into a cutsleeve prince fated to be publicly beheaded by his new concubine Huo Wujiu, a captured legendary God of War given to JSZ in marriage to humiliate him by his brother the Emperor Jiang Shunheng.

“Aren’t you afraid of regretting this one day?” / “For him, never in this life.” - Ch.123

Copper Coins

Author: Mu Su Li (木苏里)

Other Names: Tong Qian Kan Shi, TQKS, Đồng tiền kham thế, เหรียญทองแดงปราบพิภพ, 铜钱龛世, 동전감세

Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua

Chapters: 102 Chapters + 1 Extra (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Xue Xian (薛闲) x Xuanmin (玄悯)

CW: death, amnesia, ghosts, illness, murder + more unknown

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation/Introduction (Easier to sort via Novel Updates)

Description: “It's about the disembodied soul of a dragon who's looking for his lost body, as well as the people who were responsible for maiming him; he meets a mysterious demon-slaying monk with amnesia who only knows that he's looking for someone; maybe they fall in love idk. It's set in 11th century China and the magic is based on geomancy (feng shui).” - English Translation Introduction

“No Regrets. You have to hang out with me for hundreds or thousands of years, probably long. Even if you get tired of me, you can’t undo it.” / “It’s all I could ever wish for.”

Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

Author: Cyan Wings / Qing Se Yu Yi / 青色羽翼

Other Names: Mozun ye xiang zhidao, 魔尊也想知道, DVAWTK

Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD

Main Pairing: Wenren È x Yin Hanjiang - “Yinren”

CW: master-servant relationship*, death, suicide attempt, rape as a plot point (mentioned only, not main characters), body horror/gore, bus (gu parasites) - (Carrd), age difference, graphic violence, psychosis/hallucinations

Links: Carrd, Novel Updates

Description: The Devil Venerable, the Lord of Demon, Head of Xuanyuan Sect, Wenren È, discovers a book called <Abusive Romance: You Are the Unchanging One in My Heart>, which details the painful romance of two disciples of Shangqing Sect - Baili Qingmiao and He Wenzhao. In the novel, Wenren È is the devoted second male lead who sacrificed himself for Baili Qingmiao, which led to Yin Hanjiang, his subordinate and the fourth male lead, attempting to kill the female lead. Present-day Wenren È is now tasked with fixing the readers’ many complaints regarding the novel.

*While technically a master-servant relationship, especially at the beginning, the novel makes a point to show and explicitly state their progression to friends, not a servant and his master

**Wenren È is also sometimes referred to as Wen Renhe

Very aro-spec/ace-spec MCs, Yin Hanjiang is stupid and in love (and has rabies), side lesbians

Everyday I Get Up to See the Villain Stealing the Show

Author: Zhong Xiaosheng (钟晓生)

Other Names: EVSS, 每天起床都看到反派在抢戏

Media Type: Web Novel

Main Pairing: Han Changsheng x Huangfu Fengxuan Xichen / An Yuan

Chapters: 110 (Completely Translated)

CW: death, acceptance of death/suicidal idealation (HCS plans to die to An Yuan) + more unknown

Links: English Translation, Novel Updates

Description: Han Changsheng, the Head of the Tianning Cult, kills Lord An Yuan, a descended Immortal fated to eliminate the Tianning Demonic Cult. Confronted by an angry immortal and threatened with a new life surrounded by ugly men, Han Changsheng is sent back in time to fulfill his role: be killed by Lord An Yuan.

Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

Author: Feng Ge Qie Xing / 风歌且行

Other Names: FDCM, 狐妖修炼指南

Media Type: Web novel

Main Pairing: Song Ci x Rong Bai (Rongsong)

Chapters: 101 Chapters + 1 Extra (Completely Translated)

CW: abuse (to a main character & a side character), graphic violence, bigotry, minor character death, torture, shaming of appearance, suicidal idealation + more unknown

Links: Carrd, Novel Updates, English Translation by Lianyin

Description: Song Ci “mistakenly consumed the blood of the Demon King, causing himself to become a demon too. Since then, he hated the Demon King and wanted to take revenge” (Carrd). He ends up meeting Rong Bai without realizing he’s the aforementioned Demon King. Hijinks ensue.

Prequel: Your Ninth Royal Highness, Please Change Your Clothes

Sequel: The Demon Lord is Fleeing for HIs Life Again Today

Golden Stage

Author: Cang Wu Bin Bai (苍梧宾白)

Other Names: Golden Terrace, Hoàng Kim Đài/Đài Hoàng Kim, Huáng Jīn Tái, 黄金台

Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD

Chapters: 79 Chapters + 4 Extras (Fully Translated)

Main Pairing: Fu Shen x Yan Xiaohan aka “Yanfu”

CW: ableism, slavery, death, violence, murder, animal death, fantasy drug use, implied sex (none depicted) - (Carrd)

Links: Carrd, Novel Updates, Character Guide, Official English Translation

Description: Returning to the capital after an assassination attempt, Fu Shen is ordered by a suspicious Emperor to marry Yan Xiaohan, the Emperor’s subordinate and Fu Shen’s rival, to weaken his growing power. “Enemies” → lovers

“I hope that you will hate me all your life.”

“Call me that again, and I may just give up the darkness and turn towards the light for you.”

Arranged political marriage, enemies in public but lovers in private, fluff, bickering/flirting, communication, doting/devoted

“From head to toe, where I’ve touched, and where I haven’t - I like all of it.”

Green Plum Island

Author: Hui Nan Que (回南雀)

Other Names: Qing Mei Yu, 青梅屿, 青梅嶼

Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua

Chapters: 53 Chapters + 5 Extras (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Yu Mian x Yan Kongshan

CW: age difference (9 years; 18 & 27 at first meeting) + more unknown

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation

Description: After falling from a tree in his youth, Yu Mian can see people’s emotions via numbers and colors. When he meets his neighbor Yan Kongshan, he develops a crush. While he hopes Yan Kongshan will turn pink for love, he ends up turning yellow for desire without changing expression.

“Green Plum Island is well, your grandpa is well, Qiuqiu is well, the two cats are well. Only I’m not well…I miss you too much…I will be missing you when you read this letter.”

“‘But I can’t control who I like, so I’m going to keep on liking you.’ I think for a minute, then make a ridiculous statement: ‘I’ll like you until the day I don’t.’”

Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Author: Mo Xiao Xian (莫晓贤)

Other Names: 谈谈那个穿进书里来追我的家伙

Media Type: Web Novel

Chapters: 82 (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Wen Xuan x Jian Yi

CW: murder, fantasy racism + more

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation

Description: Wen Xuan is the Head Disciple of the Water Cloud Sect and the villain of an unnamed novel. Jian Yi is a new, talented shidi (younger fellow disciple) of the same sect who has transmigrated to support him and change his ending.

What is it about yearning characters with the surname Chu? Anyway, Chu Lian infests my brain like a dying rat. You will never be free of him <2

Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Author: Priest

Other Names: Drowning Sorrows in Raging Fire, LHJC, 烈火浇愁, Liehuo, 烈火澆愁, 열화요수

Media Type: Web novel, Donghua/Anime, Audio Drama, Manhua

Main Pairing: Xuan Ji x Sheng Lingyuan

Chapters: 137 Chapters + 8 Extras

CW: violence, gore, suicide mention, horror, war, murder, cannibalism, child torture, self-inflicted injuries, discrimination, slavery, genocide (via Carrd), claustrophobia, ableism, drug addiction, non-consentual (“sleeping beauty”) kisses between the main CP (Translation), death, demons, amnesia

Links: Carrd, Novel Updates

Description: Xuan Ji is the newest member of the Reparations Department of the Deviant Control Office, which is tasked with dealing with the aftermath of deviant cases. He encounters the deceased Emperor Sheng Lingyuan who has been awakened after a thousand years and ends up pretending to be Xuan Ji’s sword.

“Because he craved, he longed fanatically for a certain person. Since ancient times, this concealed longing had been a blade hung above the heart, and falling short would certainly be heartbreaking.”

Little Mushroom

Author: Yi Shi Si Zhou (一十四洲)

Other Names: Cây nấm nhỏ, Xiao Mogu / 小蘑菇

Media Type: Novel (printed & ebook), Drama CD, Manhua

Main Pairing: An Zhe x Lu Feng aka “LuZhe”

CW: gore, violence, death, non-graphic sexual assault (Carrd)

Links: Buy the Novel Here, Carrd, Novel Updates

Description: An Zhe is a mutated mushroom whose spore has been harvested by humans. Being discovered by the Judges, humans tasked with eliminating xenogenics like him, means certain death. Lu Feng is one such Judge with a 100% accuracy rate in identifying infected humans.

Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Author: Priest

Other Names: Lục hào, ลิ่วเหยา, ��爻, 육효, Liu Yao: the Six Hexagrams

Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD

Chapters: 109 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Yan Zhengming x Cheng Qian

CW: violence, death, major character death, gore, swearing + more

Links: Novel Updates, Chichi's Dives' English Translation

Description: “A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, troublemaker, meanie, idiot, and wimpy kid.” - Novel Updates

Found family/childhood friends, fantastic character growth, interesting characters

“My master’s way of cultivation is ‘follow one’s heart,’ ‘be unrestrained’ - Senior, pardon this junior’s insolence, but I’ve been wondering for a long time: Does suffering in solitude for the sake of longevity count as following one’s heart?” - Ch.46

“When he thought of Cheng Qian, he suddenly felt like there was nothing else that he desired in this life.” - Yan Zhengming, ch.56

Mist

Author: Wei Feng Ji Xu (微风几许)

Other Names: Bowu, Bạc vụ, 薄雾［无限］, Mist [Unlimited], Mist: Unlimited Flow

Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua

Chapters: 103 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Ji Yushi x Song Qinglan aka “Qingyu” (晴雨 )

CW: cannibalism, discrimination, homophobia, death, gore, zombies, suicide, graphic violence + possibly more

Links: Tumblr Review (Spoilers Warning; Re-Read Review), Carrd (CW: glitch effect, flashing lights), English Translation, Why You Should Read It

Description: Ji Yushi is a beautiful genius with a perfect memory who is openly gay. He’s transferred to Song Qinlang’s team, who is known as a homophobe. Idk how to describe it, but there’s very interesting and complex time travel and parallel worlds; you’re just gonna have to take a gamble.

Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Other Names: Bàn về kết cục việc cứu lầm nhân vật phản diện, MISVIL, The Conclusion to When I Mistakenly Saved the Villain, ว่าด้วยจุดจบของการไปช่วยตัวร้าย, 論救錯反派的下場, 论救错反派的下场

Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD

Main Pairing: Song Qingshi (宋清时) x Yue Wuhuan (越无欢)

Novel Translations (Carrd): English, Indonesian, Portuguese, Spanish, Arabic, Burmese

CW: abuse to a main character, rape/sexual assault as a plot point (YWH was a sex slave), torture, suicide, depression, child abuse, PTSD, slavery/human trafficking

Description: Song Qingshi is a medical student who transmigrates into , an “angsty danmei novel” (submitter), to save the tragic protagonist. However, he mistakes the cannon fodder villain Yue Wuhuan for the protagonist and saves him instead.

Nan Chan

Author: Tang Jiuqing / 唐酒卿

Other Names: Nam Thiền, Nán Chán, หนานฉาน, 南禅

Media Type: Web noel, Drama CD

Main Pairing: Cang Ji x Jing Lin

Chapters: 126 Chapters + 3 Extras (Completely Translated)

CW: age difference, death, amnesia, child abuse, demons, date-rape/noncon between the MC and love interests, torture of a main character and side characters, ghosts, death, explicit sexual content (ch.111 + implied sex), child/sex trafficking, sexual abuse, implied pedophilia

Links: Carrd, Novel Updates

Description: Cang Ji is a brocade carp taken care of by Jing Lin, an exiled and amnesiac Immortal who killed his adoptive father, the Emperor of Heaven. When Jing Lin loses his copper bell, he and Cang Ji leave their mountain to find it, encountering the Eight Sufferings and learning more about their past.

“There’s a man I love. In the clouds. In the sea. In my heart.”

“Have you ever wondered? If the one to be devoured in the end would be you or me?” / “It doesn’t matter if I”m the one. As long as I’m together with you.”

The Earth is Online

Author: Mo Chen Huan (莫晨欢)

Other Names: 地球上线, Dìqiú shàngxiàn, EO, TEIO, Địa Cầu Online

ฝ่าวิกฤตพิชิตหอคอยดำ, 地球上線

Media Type: Web Novel, Drama CD

Main Pairing: Tang Mo x Fu Wendou

Links: Carrd (CW: glitch effect, flashing lights), Novel Updates, English Translation on Tea Novel

CW: death, child/infant death, gore + more unknown

Description: Six months after black towers appear around cities, a voice announces, “Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online.” Players are encouraged to “attack the tower” during “game time”. Once pulled into a game, it must be completed, and the losing party seems to die.

“the Joongdok of danmei”

Short Story of Shaowang

Other Names: Shh! My Dear Alpha, 少汪几句

Media Type: Web novel, Drama CD, Manhua

Author: Little Ice Cube / 冰块儿

Chapters: 58 Chapters + 12 Extras (Completely Translated)

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by Tailor’s MTL

CW: rape/noncon between the MC and love interest (later discussion about consent), graphic sexual content, omegaverse, mpreg + more unknown

Description: Jiang ShaoYan is the school tyrant and also an omega. While his heat is approaching, an underclassman suddenly confesses to him.

Sequel: Pay Attention to Me

You’ve Got Mail: A Cautionary Tale

Author: Hei Dan Bai / 黑蛋白

Other Names: YGMCT, คบสหายผ่านพิราบต้องพึงระวัง, 飛鴿交友須謹慎, 飞鸽交友须谨慎

Media Type: Web novel

Chapters: 106 Chapters

CW: age difference, rape/noncon between MC and love interest, graphic sexual content, suicidal idealisation + more unknown

Links: Novel Updates

Description: A 39-year-old gay bachelor in the Great Xia Dynasty, feeling his life is hopeless, resolves to get laid before committing suicide on his fortieth birthday. To do so, Wu Xingzi joins the Peng Society for Gentlemen, a secret organization for gay men to meet other gay men. (Based on Novel Updates Summary)

Where is Our Agreement to be Arch-Rivals?

Other Names: Did We Agree To Be Rivals?, Nói tốt trở thành lẫn nhau túc địch đâu [Xuyên thư], The Modified Script is Killing Me, 說好成為彼此的宿敵呢[穿書], 说好成为彼此的宿敌呢[穿书]

Media Type: Web novel

Chapters: 120 Chapters + 2 Extras (Completely Translated)

Main Pairing: Su Yang x Gu Feidi

Links: Novel Updates, English Translation by Peach Blossom Codex

CW: child abuse (the original Su Yang is implied to have had sex with/been interested in minors), sexual abuse, suicidal idealisation/attempts, violence, illness + more

Description: “The web celebrity, Chen Suyang, transmigrated into a film adaptation he’d just finished rolling the death scene. Now he has to play the villain—the Evil Sect’s young master, Su Yang. To return to his own world, he faithfully acted according to the script and solemnly recited his lines—waiting for the day he’d die under the protagonist’s sword. But… why were the scenes getting farther and farther from the script?” (Novel Updates)

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sculptorofcrimson · 5 months

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Pavilion of Golden Flowers

A Warhammer retelling of the Drunken Concubine.

Synopsis: Valdor waits for his master

“Love and hate breeds a trice

Couple like the moon with sun

Love and hate are vast

Ask, do kings love?” - Drunken Concubine

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Terra no longer snowed. The white flakes that once cascaded and tumbled before Terra’s slow ruin, the pale frost that had blanketed the Himalayas and chilled golden armor to divine bone, had departed for scorching spring, never to arise once more. There was no more water to freeze, not a single drop of natural moisture upon Terra to fall from its plump heavy clouds. No more bitter frost to wrap the world underneath its wintery embrace. Even the Imperial Palace’s pools and lascivious decor held no natural born water of Terra’s oceans, not eden wealth could restore the lost, for Poseidon had long since abandoned humanity to its fate.

The skies no longer wept in sorrow. They had no more tears to shed. It would be winter, if not for the fact Terra’s climate was nearly as dead as its oceans, and the Imperial Palace was insulated against such natural wonders. There would be no natural ice upon Terra’s surface, for now and forevermore. The only weak flicker of nature’s dying grasp was the slowly spreading moonlight, hovering with marked fickleness as an icy moon rose above the palace. Before it’s single-eyed gaze, the world sharpened and illuminated itself, the ghostly light painting it silver in all its ancient splendor.

It was through this nostalgic haze did the concubine toss back another cup, wineglass crinkling underneath gene-enhanced fingers that could have crushed a man’s throat. The hulking behemoth of a man would have looked intimidating under any other circumstance, even when draped in nothing but silken regalia and stripped of his weapons and armor. Not so long ago, his stern features had been set in an unsmiling glower as the serfs had massaged and groomed and dressed him for his lord, the Emperor's favorite concubine barely resisting as they draped him in silk and threaded scarves around his muscled frame. He hadn’t struggled when they had pulled on jewelry pretentious enough to bankrupt an entire star sector and veiled him in such golden extravagance it was nearly ostentatious. He would have protested against such attire(it was not practical, it was not even easy to move around in, how was he supposed to defend his lord in such ridiculousness?), but the serfs were already tugging the much larger Custodian towards his appointment. Their movements had been harried in their scampering as they had ushered him before a feast fit for an emperor, the Custodian now perfectly prepared to magnificence as if he had been any other item now artfully arranged for their Emperor’s amusement.

Yet still as majestic as ever even when draped in silks instead of auramite, Constantin Valdor was as resplendent as ever as he helped himself to another drink, the liquid searing his throat as his Custodian biology attempted to make sense of what he was drinking. His gene-enhanced form shuddered slightly as the liquid seared his insides, flesh and cells unable to comprehend what foreign substance could be strong enough to bypass his innate resilience.

Such indulgence would out of character for the Captain-General, but the hour of restraint had long since passed, such reservations simply ceased to matter when the clock ticked on and on and on yet, whereas the hands turned and the sand slipped through the hourglass, his lord and master had never even appeared. It was possible that such a thing had simply slipped His mind, however impervious as it was, and left Valdor sitting there, alone, half-slumped over his...seventeenth? Eighteenth? bottle of the finest wine within the Imperium.

At this point, they might as well give him the entire Imperial Palace's cellar.

The serfs and servants and servitors still scurried for the aborted appointment, and the Captain-General watched them with the dull impartiality of cold detachment, the alcohol wrought haze having thankfully having numbed the cold humiliation of the Emperor’s abandonment to muteness.

Still holding the wineglass in a crushing grip, Valdor idly wondered who could sharing the Emperor’s bed as of this moment. Who had been the lucky concubine chosen instead of him? Ra, for his humanity? Kadai? Saturnalia? Perhaps even Diocletian, as feisty as he was? Perhaps tonight the Emperor wanted a challenge instead of Valdor’s mute obedience.

The Captain-General let his gaze linger upon the wineglass, now slowly being refilled by the hand of a Lucifer Black. Briefly, their eyes met, and the guardsman flinched when he noted Valdor’s piercing glare upon his, however dulled by wine that gaze was. The Lucifer Black dropped his eyes, and his hands shook, spilling a neat drop of red liquid along the side of the glass. Neither of them comments. Valdor only made a noncommittal noise as he dismissed the guardsman, gaze travelling onto the serfs still hurriedly running through their preparations as if they truly expected the Emperor to ever arrive. Valdor took a sip of the wine. And then another. Because why not? He long since knew the bitter truth the servants didn’t.

The Emperor would not arrive today. Valdor knew that even as he accompanied them and waited for a master that would never return. The Emperor would never be here now, not in one hour, not in two, not when He had already chosen another concubine over him.

Such indulgence would be impossible to fathom under other circumstances. Yet Valdor found no reason to refuse as he beckoned for the guardsman to approach again, waiting for a refill with endless patience and a serenity that tasted bitter.

The Emperor had taken the emotions of jealousy and envy and carved them out of his chest years ago. In fact, He had even taken the memories of desire itself and torn them out of His perfect creation, had drained away as much of his humanity and conscience as He pleased. Even now, lost in drunken reflection, Valdor found it impossible to even feel a twinge of loss or sympathy for his condition, had found it so unspeakably strange and incomprehensible. Such programming was wired into his literal bones, singed into the very fabric of his soul and shackled into the chains of his mind. There was no greater pleasure than serving his master, if only because he could feel nothing else otherwise. Of course, when pain and absence of pain were all you could feel, you too would gravitate against feeling nothing at all.

The Lucifer Black seemed no longer frightened of Valdor’s presence, although the short glances he gave the Custodian were now full of wariness and guarded observation. Valdor ignored him, more out of the fact he knew the guardsman wanted to talk to him no more than he desired to initiate a conversation. Instead, they both watched the wine refill in a wineglass that would soon crack from Valdor’s grip upon it, and when it was full, the Lucifer Black stepped back without a word.

The wine was supposed to be the finest in the Imperium, yet acting as a connoisseur of wine was the last thing upon his half-dazed mind as Valdor mused upon the hollow ache upon his chest, the strange withdrawal he felt upon his master’s abandonment. It was the unpleasant sensation of betrayal, a deep-seated ache in the absence of his normally iron-clad duty. The liquid was searing as he downed another cup of the Imperium’s finest spirits.

His master wasn’t here. And the Emperor most likely would not appear tonight, or even tomorrow. Right as of this moment, He was most likely enjoying His time with another Custodian, perhaps humoring Ra, perhaps listening to Diocletian, perhaps even doing both in their company.

The thought was no consolation. The fact that his brothers were accompanying the Emperor while Valdor tried not to rip the sheer silken attire surrounding his muscled form did nothing to aid the Captain-General. While Valdor was no longer capable of jealousy, he was not yet quite ready to let go of the closest thing he had for pain in the face of this coldly blunt rejection. He was not yet ready to… forgive? Forgive, perhaps? Was that the word? Was he still capable of such an action, stripped of humanity as he was?No, Valdor believed not. To forgive would be to imply the Emperor had done wrong. To forgive would be to imply that there was a sin that needed forgiving. And the Custodian found himself unable to hold the Emperor to His sins, to His great mistakes and misconceptions. It was simply beyond him, quite literally unable to summon the hatred required for even such a small action.

The Emperor had carved out his ability to feel such poisoned luxuries long ago.

And thus, you cannot forgive someone you could not even blame in the first place.

There was no scapegoat, no one else to blame as Valdor raised the cup to his lips and drank from the finest wines in the Imperium. The Captain-General hung draped in the finest silks of Terra, and lounging within the finest Palace to have ever been graced by Mankind, and yet nursing the dull pain who refused to drown beneath endless drinks and the finest of liquor the Imperium had to offer. The liquid was searing yet numbing upon his tongue, yet he had accustomed himself to its taste with surprising efficiency.

Such human revelations were not supposed to be part of his duty, and would not be part of his duty. He was to serve in all regards, and so be it. So be it if the Emperor has another concubine in His mind, it was not his duty to intervene after all. This had, of course, happened multiple times in the past, and doubtlessly would continue in the future.

But if that was the case, why was he so rankled over his master’s absence? Why would he desire Him so?

Valdor’s grip tightens once more upon the wineglass at the echoing of his own thoughts, unable to completely drown out sorrows long since assumed lost to him.

Sorrow. What an ugly word.

Thanks to the Emperor he no longer held the capacity to feel in any defined form anymore, and if he could, it would be better to leave him to the illusion that he couldn’t. The wineglass cracks underneath his force, finally giving away, shards of glass normally unable to pierce Custodian flesh suddenly driven into skin and muscle by the sheer strength of Valdor’s grip.

The Lucifer Black that had been preparing to refill the glass utters a sharp cry of surprise at the shattering, flinching at the Custodian’s sudden motion.

“And so be it.” Valdor growled aloud, his words surprisingly clear and sharp despite the inebriation that had overtaken him. The guardsman flinched and looked up in surprise, partially due to the fact Valdor had seemed to speak to him, partially due to the fact the Custodian’s piercing gaze was fixated on…something. Something not quite within the room with them right as of this moment, something he himself possibly could not name. Valdor’s cold gaze settles upon him for a moment and the guardsman’s hand trembles slightly upon his pitcher, but does not falter. He only watches the Custodian with a mixture of caution, surprise, and carefully guarded curiosity at the strange, somehow dark expression which briefly flitted across the much larger Custodian's features, before it was gone once more.

Valdor finally drops his gaze as he turned away, expression listless and unreadable, the shards of glass of what had once been a fine wineglass now piercing through his skin and the silken fabric. With surprising calmness, he sets down the broken glass, silently savoring - or as much as a being like him could savor - in few sensations he was yet capable of feeling: the bitter sting of pain, if only for a few moments before it was gone. Almost intangible once more in an eternity of unending invulnerability. Instead, he only draws back in silent almost-disappointment, watching the guardsman move to sweep up the broken pieces, soft footsteps rustling against lavish carpets as the pale-faced Lucifer Black busied himself with the task. When it came to the ranks of the golden, the still-living immortalized dead, silence was a virtue, and it was one they could easily afford.

He does not acknowledge the Lucifer Black, and offered him not even a single word as he turns and strides out of the room, his gait slightly lacking the usual eerie grace with which the Captain-General usually displaced himself with, an uncharacteristic alcohol-bourne clumsiness gracing his every step. The truth of his destination, he was not yet certain of, even though he knew he must find somewhere else to go. Somewhere further away, somewhere where his master wouldn’t be able to look upon him with disappointment and rebuke.

The Lucifer Black only watches him leave, the closest to vulnerable the Custodian would ever be, titanic form casting shadows against the silverware and the shattered glass. It was only when Valdor’s hulking silhouette was gone did the guardsman release a soft, exhausted sigh of worried relief.

Even alone, Valdor could not find it in himself to regret. His steps beat a hollow rhythm, the sound echoing off the walls, a soft, frozen heartbeat of entombed steel. He should have accepted what he had always known. It would be for the best, yes. He was nothing more than a tool of the Emperor’s, His loyal servant and Captain-General, created to please His every whim. Nothing more. Nothing less. Who was he to disagree?

He had no more tears to shed in the face of this, no more sorrow to feel. Such emotions had been ripped from him long ago. He was Valdor, the Captain-General of the Custodes. He was Valdor, the Emperor’s favorite, or he should have been. He was Valdor, and as he spasmodically leaned against a gaping doorway, trying to rationalize how he wasn’t drunk, how he wasn’t actually drunkenly leaning against a frame never meant to support his weight, he coldly explained away how the Emperor’s absence tonight should have been no surprise. He was busy, of course He was. He had other matters greater than a single Custodian to attend to, it would have been thoughtless of him to assume otherwise. And of course, His eye strayed from him to Ra. Or Diocletian. Or Khorarinn. There were ten thousand of them, it would have been arrogance on his part to assume otherwise. How foolish of him.

Shaking his head, hearing the decorative bangles wound into his neural implants jangle, the Captain-General’s gaze aimlessly wandered to the full moon still shining through the gaps of the Imperial Palace’s view. It was a single, baleful eye glaring down upon him, casting its silver gaze upon the emptied floor, upon the pillars and murals half-shrouded in shadows. Its languid light was almost a mockery to the hollow ache in his bones, an empty cry, an emperor’s fickle favor made grand and hollow in the taunting moonlight.

Slumping against the wall when he heard the door’s hinges begin to creak from his sustained weight, the Custodian’s sharp gaze wanders from the pool of liquid moonlight to the sight of the Palace’s gardens, in full bloom, yet so artificially sickly sweet even the Emperor’s gene-wonders could not have removed their deviance. A stray finger catches onto one of the golden bangles, and Valdor’s cold expression never falters as he grasps onto one of its latches and harshly tugs downwards. His gaze never even flickers in intensity, glaring back at the moon with enough frost to rival even the abyss of space itself as the bangle was forcibly wrenched from delicate neural implants, the sharp sting of pain drowned out without even a flinch. Valdor grasps the removed bangle, the pinpricks of Custodian blood already fading as his regeneration takes hold, the Captain-General quietly glaring back at the soulless moon that would never offer solace. The way it came to him, bubbling out just from under the surface like some entombed corpse from beneath the grave, the revelation itself was almost cruel. And made all the more taunting by the fickle light of a hollow night. Yet, it was not particularly surprising. No, not at all.

What is the meaning of glory, what is the purpose of prosperity? What of pride, what of greatness, what of even loyalty itself, when he could not even fathom betrayal itself? His hand tenses and relaxes as if in sync with his rapid thoughts, crushing the gold of the bangle now and imprinting the soft metal with his clawed grip.

It was hard to imagine a time before then, a time before when he still felt memories of avarice, of greed, of loathing, of joy itself, reduced to half-snuffed candles flickering in a dream.

The bangle snaps under the force of his grip. Uncaringly, he tosses it aside. It clatters as it falls.

Of course, His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

Of course.

Transfixed, utterly inebriated, and watching the stars that were never truly humanity’s birthright, the first Custodian tried to pretend that his Emperor’s cold dismissal wasn’t so terrible, so visceral, that even immortals knew pain.

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"Love and hate are vast

Ask, will king re-love

Chrysanths Terrace reflects moon

Who knows how lonely my heart

Drunken in king's arms

dreaming of love” - Drunken Concubine

#concubine custodes #constantin valdor #emperor of mankind #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #wh40k #sculptor of crimson #sculptor writes #opera #space opera #can custodes get drunk?#plot reasons demand yes #This fox condones dropkicking Valdor out of a third story window #sculptor is a very evil fox #no proofreading we die like ferrus

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boleynqueenes · 3 months

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The specific thing I think of for you as a writer is 1) your wit and 2) your characterization of Anne (two things which also go v neatly hand-in-hand!). I’ve read soooo many works w Anne and even the really good ones (Anne of a Thousand Days for example,) it’s always ‘a little to the left please’ yours was the first piece i sat up and went HELLO! That’s HER!!!! Like I myself have a v specific vision in mind of her yknow? But even I can’t capture it. You just…do! It’s amazing!!! In awe honestly!!!!!!

She definitely had the wit of someone very determined to rise and make the most of the places her parents' ambitions brought her to, yes. This doesn't seem to have ebbed at all once she finally became Queen, because she was just as determined to secure her place as she had been to rise.

But tysm, I definitely do try to capture that <3

#hunting the falcon was such an interesting title for fox & guy to choose bcus it seemed to go both ways which #i mean as much as i differ in some of their opinions i think they portrayed well #to capture and then to keep (anne for henry and not so much henry for anne #who seems to have taken her heart for granted pretty soon into the marriage due to whatever reasons . rift of miscarriage or #his sense of his marriage only being conditionally accepted if at all. all/none of the above)#(until the final year every rift between them is followed by a pregnancy. so. i mean. it doesn't exactly #take a genius to figure out what was going on there...#she managed to recapture and recaptivate him quite a few times it seems #her wit and their shared purpose(s) must have played a big role in that dynamic)#giadesstrin #*and reconciliation i should say #every 'tired to satiety of his new queen'#followed by a 'banqueted him so well that he loves the concubine more than ever'#or some equivalent #every 'merry together'#she wanted to be in the room where it happens!

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Moshang AU where Airplane transmigrates into a demon NPC from one of the fanservice clans he created, rather than into Shang Qinghua.

So basically, there was a point in time where a lot of PIDW chapters were just Luo Binghe running around propelled by political plots and rebellions from the demon kingdoms, and most of that actually just ended up being Luo Binghe collecting wives with cute animal ears and tails and various abilities that Airplane used all of once and then completely forgot about. They covered the usual bases of the sexy cat girls, sexy fox girls, sexy bunny girls, sexy bird girls with wings, etc, before moving into more, erm, niche animal hybrid demon territory.

Which is all a roundabout way of explaining Cute Hamster Boy Shang Qinghua in his faithful-to-canon clan of Hamster Demons, whose primary skills include cute squeaking noises and digging abilities.

In the process of making his braindead written-in-a-panic-at-3-am "world building" on this front actually function in a real version of the setting, there has got to be a way for the otherwise-unremarkable fanservice demon tribes to actually survive the incredibly hostile environment which Airplane otherwise described, though. Like yeah sure when you're writing a book you can just say in one breath that the demon realms are incredibly brutal and cutthroat, and then in the next that this tribe of bunny girls with no visible skills at self-defense has existed here for thousands of years, but if you actually tried to set that up in some kind of a simulation the bunny girls wouldn't last one year, let alone one thousand.

In that case of Airplane's hamster tribe, their digging skills are so supernaturally prodigious that they are able to construct massive underground fortifications in otherwise hostile terrain. But that still doesn't solve all of their problems, because they still need to acquire food, and for that they mostly do have to go up to the surface. Some of their weakness is mitigated by sheer numbers -- they have a lot of kids to offset the high mortality rate. However, to further increase the survival rates, the hamster demons also try and make contracts with some of the local liege lords or ruling clans whenever they expand into a new territory. In exchange for protection, they send some of their extraneous family members out as servants, to either cement alliances through marriage (that high fertility is helpful and was indeed the crux of Wife #whatever's acquisition in canon) or to work as diggers or even high-level architects.

As the like, twelfth son of the Hamster Demon chieftain, this is Airplane's fate. On the one hand he's highly positioned enough to get an education, and his plot knowledge helps a lot. On the other hand, he's not high enough in the hierarchy to be kept around, so it's either go work for some other clan or else risk his neck doing missions on the hostile and deadly surface. Neither seems great, but Airplane would rather try his luck as a sycophant than a warrior.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on his mood when he thinks about it) when Airplane reaches sixteen years of age, it's around the same time that the Hamster clan's tunnels have expanded towards the Northern Desert. Airplane ends up being part of the "hiii~ pleasedon'tkillus let's be friends~" tribute to Mobei Jun's father.

Mobei Jun's father tosses him to Mobei Jun, so Airplane dutifully latches onto him in order to avoid being eaten by any of the other retainers. Airplane has been educated in various subterranean building skills and is under the impression that he's been given to MBJ in order to build him his own palace or something?

Everyone else assumes that the Hamster demon is a concubine.

Mobei Jun also thinks that's what he's been given, but he's too busy bristling in teenage offense at being given a concubine by his father to actually consider taking Airplane to bed. So when Airplane starts doing other things for him, he just sort of bemusedly lets it happen.

Gradually it becomes apparent that Airplane himself isn't interested in being a concubine. No. Clearly, this Hamster is gunning for future empress of the Northern Desert! How else would one explain all the lengths he's going to not only to win Mobei Jun's favor, but to secure his position and ensure his future rule? The system also wants Airplane to ensure the Abyss plot arc happens in the future, too, which means Airplane helps Mobei Jun win and instigate conflicts against the righteous cultivation sects too.

Obviously, Airplane wants power. Mobei Jun knows that if he gets an heir off of Airplane that will be that, the wily minx will use any children to secure his position, and MBJ is not convinced he could control himself well enough to prevent that sort of eventually. Airplane is fiendishly attractive, and he clearly knows it, and Mobei Jun is not sure if he wants to accept what increasingly seems to be the inevitable. He won't be a ladder for someone else's ambitions! But... as long as Airplane remains loyal to him, he will consider it. Even if Airplane never harbors any true affection for him, and simply considers him a means to an end. If, by the time he ascends the Hamster has not betrayed him or tried to elevate himself by flipping over this uncle's side, or seduced any of his other relatives or any of the highly-placed lords all salivating to steal MBJ's would-be empress, then Mobei Jun will grant his wish and make him the second most powerful demon in the North.

Airplane, meanwhile, just wants a snack and a nap. Maybe if he builds a secure enough fortress and amasses enough of an intelligence network and hoards a few advantages for himself, and figures out how to stop pissing off MBJ, he'll survive long enough to retire. Somehow.

#moshang #svsss #mobei jun #shang qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #scum villain's self saving system #og shang qinghua doesn't factor in I don't think #airplane gets shipped north around when mbj would have run into hhp and rescues him instead

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Heyy if your dark hours are still open…👀👀 would you mind sharing your thoughts about yandere Ateez concubine harem…? Or perhaps any harem that you can think of because I’m very much into this topic🤭🤭🤭

You know what? Today I wanted to be affectionate with you, damn bunnies, and spoil you with tenderness and sweets, but you just provoked my dark side with all these requests, didn't you?

So change of plan, bunnies; we're going down the dark and rough road. I love yandere's concubines, Ateez. God, can we think of anything more seductive and more dangerous than that? From now on, you should send me such requests more often, bunnies. Feed this demon within me.

You entered the palace as the wife of the new emperor. His fourth wife. His glittering war trophy.

When war came, your world was changed beyond recognition. Flames and ashes consumed the luxury and grandeur of the palaces, and the jewels turned to dust, leaving only you, the Ice Princess of the Northern Mountains.

Your life was made of crystal and your heart was made of ice stronger than diamonds, and it was this cold and lunar beauty that caused you to be forcibly married.

Yes, you may have entered the palace as the Emperor's wife. But you were a nobody within the high walls of the palace, just a sad reflection of past your greatness.

Everyone knew that the Emperor had a large harem, not counting the three older wives, but what really surprised you was that it was not only made up of girls, but of young men as well. There were eight of them. Each one more beautiful than the last, each one unique and unrepeatable.

Until one fateful night, you had never met them or seen them in person. It was a lunar festival, and you were its queen. Dressed in silk and the finest translucent tulle, as if kissed by the moon goddess herself, you sparkled and attracted the attention of everyone around you. Everybody, but not your husband. He didn't even look at you, brushed you aside as if you were an annoying mosquito, and sent you off to talk and smile at the guests while he went off to fuck another beautiful concubine.

And then, for the first time in your life, you had a meeting with the concubines of his other harem. And your world was turned upside down for the second time in your life.

It was love at first sight, a fire that burned through his veins and poisoned his mind. And it was all because of you. It was your fault that Wooyoung couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't laugh, and couldn't live. All of a sudden, his whole world was reduced to you and your heavenly, icy beauty. He passionately wanted to melt that ice, make you beg, squirm, and moan as he fucked you unconscious and painfully, filling you with his sperm and marking you as his property.

The only thing Wooyoung ever had in his life was his beauty. He grew up in poverty, living on scraps of food and the small amount of money he was able to pick up from the dirt. That is, until the day the current emperor, who was still a prince at the time, came upon him in one of the alleys, on the run from his guards. Wooyoung's dark fox eyes captivated him at once, and as if he had fallen under his spell, the emperor brought him back to the palace to be his concubine.

Wooyoung was a greedy concubine; there was always something that was not enough for him. He wanted to swim in luxury, to drown in gold and silk, to have diamonds, and to own the whole damn world. The best should be his, and so it was; the emperor gave him everything and more that Wooyoung had a desire for. And now you were in his sights. He wanted you so much that it ate him up from within and almost drove him mad, greedily and viciously, in the most horrible way in the world.

Yes, Wooyoung was greedy, and if he had to kill the Emperor to get you, he wasn't going to think twice about doing it.

One look at you could bring him to his knees. He would crawl to you like a pet if you commanded him to, and that desire was stronger than the hatred he felt for the whole of the world. You could tame his wild temper, and Mingi would want nothing more than for you to straddle him and ride his cock day and night, tearing the skin from his back and shoulders, choking him, and biting him until his will was broken. Mingi was uncontrollable and capricious, passion and fire raging in him, burning everything in his path, but your element was ice, burning him harder than hell itself.

Once upon a time, Mingi was a warrior, one of the great generals of his country, until the war came and destroyed his entire life. It took everything from him—his will, his family, his home. Yes, the war had taken everything from him except for the poisonous rage and the dark, vicious passion that was boiling in his veins. He was brought to the palace in chains like a slave, and that very night the Emperor took him by force and made him one of his concubines. This only made him bitterer.

Mingi was venomous and aggressive, biting and scratching until he bled, but you, you did something to him—you forced him into submission by your very presence, without him even knowing it. The wild, unbridled storm inside of him became the icy surface of the lake, soothing and healing. And Mingi wanted peace. He wanted the touch of your icy hands on his heated skin and cold kisses on his lips. He wanted you.

What is passion if not a flame that is a destroyer of all things on its way to its goal? And Mingi was full of fire to burn this damn palace to the ground to take possession of you.

He was sin clothed in a human body, debauchery and lust embodied in an image of heavenly beauty. The whole of Seonghwa's life had been nothing more than a constant stream of sex and an endless series of lovers. He could not get rid of this feeling; it was like frost on his skin. This constant, painful need was scratching him from the inside out. But when he saw you, all his thoughts were focused on you—on your pure, untouched skin that he wanted to lick and bite, on your slim waist that he wanted to squeeze as he fucked you continuously. On those red, seductive lips that would be simply amazing when wrapped around his dick. It was you he wanted, and for the first time in his life, Seonghwa wanted you to be the one. He didn't want anyone else, only you.

Before he entered the palace, he was one of the most sought-after whores in the brothel, famous for his devilish beauty and his languid, cat-like gaze. There was a line of people waiting for him, and Seonghwa was more than happy to accept them all. He was insatiable, wanting to fuck anywhere and anytime, trying the most sinful and unusual things. He was a real slut. But when the emperor heard about Seonghwa and visited his brothel one day, everything changed. Suddenly, he was no longer just a whore; he became Imeretar's concubine.

Seonghwa's hunger could not be quenched, and one partner would never be able to cope with it. But here you are, pure and radiant like an angel, beckoning him with your immaculate beauty. You were stronger than his dark, insatiable demon of lust. He wanted to corrupt you, to make you like him, and to make you dependent on him, just as he had become dependent on thinking about you.

It is said that whores don't know how to love, but they know how to desire. And there was enough darkness in Seonghwa to consume and destroy the world; to possess your purity and chastity. Then let the world be plunged into darkness until you are alone with him.

Yeosang had never been interested in anything at all. The world was too boring and dangerous for him. He could never care less about it. If he could, he would stay safe and comfortable in his bed for the rest of his life. You were different—distant and cold, but with an inexplicable thirst to live. You wanted to see all the things around you, to experience the cultures and the art. The world was interesting to you, and that was a source of irritation to Yeosang.

Everything about you was fragile and exquisite, and the fact that you didn't see it was what made Yeosang so angry. Don't you see, little butterfly, the world is terrible and dangerous. You would be much better off with him in his bed, far away from anything that could harm you in any way. Perhaps you would finally understand that you shouldn't run away from the safety and comfort of his bed if he were to break you. If that helped, Yeosang would want to destroy you and fuck your little curious brain until you thought only of him. He would spend hours warming you with his dick, days kissing your cold lips, and smothering you with his attention and love.

Yeosang was always aware that one day he would be part of the emperor's household. He had been prepared for this since he was a child, pampered and protected from the whole world, so that there would not be a trace of dirt on his silky, snow-white skin. Always waiting for the Emperor to visit his chambers and warm his soft bed, albeit temporarily. Yeosang almost never left his room, but like all concubines, he had to attend the Moon Festival. And that's when he saw his fragile butterfly. And like everything beautiful in this world, you were too easy to break. Yeosang wanted to protect you, hide you between his sheets, and shower you with care.

Yes, beautiful things broke easily, sometimes too easily—delicate butterfly wings, flower petals, crystal jewelry. But Yeosang wanted to see how the most beautiful thing in the world—human life—broke.

He wanted to eat you alive. Sinking his teeth into you and never letting you go, you awakened in him this wild, all-consuming hunger that he could not satisfy with anything else. You were the most delicious dish of all, and your taste was his only desire. San had always been a little insatiable, wanting more attention, wanting to love more, wanting to more sex, wanting everything this world had to offer him. It was never enough. You walked past him without even looking in his direction, the trail of your perfume settling on his skin and seeping into his body, poisoning him as you went. He wanted you to pay attention to him, to smile at him, to love him, to touch him. Oh, he would never let you go, he would fill you with his cum over and over again, and it wouldn't be enough for his taste. If he could, his dick would be in your pretty pussy all the time, so warm and delicious. He was in desperate need of you, he was hungry for you, and this hunger was all-encompassing.

Ever since he was a child, San had had a voracious appetite, always in need of a bigger and sweeter bite to temporarily fill the emptiness inside him that was growing with him. He had everything he could ever wish for; he had grown up in a loving and wealthy family with titles, but the dark hunger that plagued him was terrible. No matter what it was, he was always in need of more. So one day, when the emperor asked if he wanted to join his harem, San didn't hesitate to accept, but the hunger didn't go away.

You were the most delicious forbidden fruit of them all, and San was desperate to sink his teeth into you. He could almost feel the heavenly sweetness of you on his tongue, and it was driving him wild.

The sky could crash and burn all around him, and he wouldn't care, as long as you could fill him up and satisfy him.

There was no one in this world who could ever be like him. There was no one like Hongjoong. There was no limit to his pride and his greatness, and any praise You never praised him, you never sought his attention, and you were never enchanted by his sharp mind, his sweet voice, or his beauty, which could only be rivalled by the devil himself. And Hongjoong hated it. He hated how much he wanted your attention and your love. He wanted you to worship him, idolise him, and devote your whole life to him. He had to have you in all ways, even if those ways were darker than the night itself.Hongjoong wanted to see you in his golden bed, stretched out on the silk, while he was ravaging your body. He wanted to hear the endless moaning of his name as his cock tore apart the little cunt that was yours. He was in need of it, so much so that his whole body ached.

Hongjoong was a trophy of war, just like you. He was a real prince, who was supposed to be a king one day. His ego knew no bounds, and he was cruel and daring. Of course, the whole of the palace was conquered by the magnificent prince dressed in gold - all of them, except for you.

Yes, Hongjoong was a true prince, and one day he would overthrow the emperor and take his rightful throne, and like every emperor, he had to have his empress. You may not see him now, but the day will come when Hongjoong will be the only sunshine that illuminates your life. And he couldn't wait for it.

Yunho has never been the victim of jealousy. He has always been the recipient of praise and adoration, a constant reminder of how much he is loved. Yunho had no idea how jealousy could be. Or so he thought, at least.

That night, when he saw you in the light of the moon, he had hatred for the whole damn world. How dare he look at what belonged to him? He envied all those who could speak to you so freely; he envied all those who could pronounce your name; he envied his emperor, who did not appreciate your beauty and who humiliated you. Damn it, Yunho was jealous of the very air you were breathing. He desperately wanted to be him—to live inside you and melt into your skin. He wanted to melt into you without a trace.He would have loved to take you to his bed, to kiss every inch of your skin, to fuck you long and slow, and to shower you with compliments and praise. He would like to have you in his arms all the time, writhing and moaning with desire and need. For him, you are the only thing he needs in his life.

Yunho used to be just a servant in the palace. But he caught the Emperor's eye. That very night, he entered the emperor's chambers as his new concubine. Yunho knew about the others; he knew that he was not the only one, but that never bothered him; he was able to share the attention of the emperor. Except you. You were his own, and even the world was not worthy of seeing you.

It would be so easy to have the entire palace blinded, so that no one else but Yunho would have to see your celestial beauty.

Jongho was a man too proud for his own good. In his mind, it was beneath his dignity to pay attention to others and smile sweetly at them. Jongho was the spoiled, arrogant son of one of the most important palace officials, and when his father had the chance to get close to the emperor, he naturally gave him to the harem. But even so, he still considered himself to be better than everyone else, even Hongjoong, who was a prince in his own right.

Jongho was the one who first saw you, quite by chance, when he visited his father on the night you were appointed as the emperor's fourth wife. The Emperor was a real fool not to see how brilliant and magnificent you were—a real crown jewel. You were a symbol of power, strength, and might, an enslaved princess of a once great country, and a black flame of desire flared up in Jongho—he wanted to own you completely.

He wanted you for himself—your thoughts, your will, your body, and your life. He wanted you to sit by his side, to be covered with jewels, and to bear his children. It was easy for him to imagine his hand wrapped around your fragile throat as he fucked you into the mattress, you begging and moaning for him, wanting to be filled with his cum.

Fueled by his selfish desires, his fixation on you became increasingly harmful and dangerous.

Out of all the trophies in the world, there was nothing that was more attractive to Jongho than you. And on the way to what he wanted, murder was never a serious matter for him.

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— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?

— Themes ; Harem / historical au , Twisted wonderland , multiple characters x reader , royalty au , includes rsa + yuuka/yuuken. ♡ . • . will contain suggestive themes.

ꕟ Notes ; I'll try to research for this but I really just want to experiment around with this, I have an idea in mind for the plot and this may go on for quite a few parts, so prepare for a long read. This isn't a smau, since phones didn't exist back then.

ꔁ Profiles ; Harem entries ; Accepted reports ; To be confirmed ; ♡

♡. chapter one

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nagisa2345-blog · 14 days

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Watch "Hilarious compilation of foxes thought to be cats" on YouTube

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youremyheaven · 9 months

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vedic astrology observations pt 2

in my previous post i had briefly talked about how moon influence, cancer rashi, jupiter influence tend to give the natives a large chest and make them very curvy. ill expand more on that here:

Pushya (cancer rashi) stellium (sun, rising and venus) Selena Gomez is known for her generous curves

Hasta sun, Pushya moon + mars native Monica Bellucci is known for her luscious curves

Punarvasu sun & moon, Sofia Vergara is blessed with a big bosom

Vishaka moon, Pushya mars & rahu, Hasta jupiter & saturn Beyonce made it cool to be curvy back in the day

Punarvasu moon, Penelope Cruz

Punarvasu moon, Mariah Carey

Purvabhadrapada sun & mercury, Alexandra Daddario

Milana Vayntrub, Purvabhadrapada sun & rising

2. Serpent Yoni is present in the charts of most seductresses/femme fatales/sex symbols. Nakshatras associated with snakes, like Ashlesha, Rahuvian nakshatras (rahu is linked to serpent), UBP etc are also commonly found in the charts of many sirens 🐍

Rohini sun, Angelina Jolie. Her atmakaraka is her mercury in mrigashira

Mrigashira moon, Jennifer Lawrence (she also has Ashlesha sun)

Natalie Portman, mrigashira sun

Megan Fox, venus in mrigashira atmakaraka (moon in ashlesha)

Margot Robbie, swati moon (rahu is associated with snakes) and has venus in rohini

Parveen Babi, Mrigashira moon

Urmila Matondkar, saturn and ketu in Mrigashira

Sridevi, ashlesha stellium (sun, rising and venus)

Mila Kunis, sun in ashlesha, moon in swati

Marilyn Monroe, sun & mercury in rohini

Pola Negri, a silent era sex symbol, rohini mars and ketu in ashlesha

Theda Bara, the first ever sex symbol had UBP rising

Clara Bow, the woman because of whom the term "it girl" was coined, had venus in mrigashira atmakaraka

Snakes have long been associated with mysticism, hypnotism and evil. A seductive woman can put anyone into a trance and make them lose their mind and forget the reality they inhabit, similar to how a snake charmer can make a snake twist and turn according to their will by playing certain tunes, a highly magnetic woman can get anything she wants by channelling her inner serpent.

3. Homewreckers, Mistresses and Concubines

Camilla Parker Bowles is probably one of the most famous mistresses in the modern era. She has Punarvasu sun & mercury and is Pushya rising

Monica Lewinsky has Pushya sun & Punarvasu mercury

Angelina Jolie has Pushya venus & rising, along with Saturn in Punarvasu amatyakaraka

for those of you who don't know, Ben Affleck cheated on JLo with Jennifer Garner and then married her. JGarner has Ketu in Pushya whereas JLo is a Pushya moon

Tom Brady left his pregnant wife to marry Gisele Bundchen, who has Pushya sun and Punarvasu mercury

Blake Shelton was still married to Miranda Lambert when he started seeing Gwen Stefani who has Punarvasu moon

Madhuri Dixit, in perhaps her most iconic role, plays a courtesan named Chandramukhi in the movie Devdas. She has Pushya moon conjunct Jupiter

its pretty well known that Priyanka Chopra had an affair with the much married Shah Rukh Khan (not the first time she was accused of being a mistress) PC is Punarvasu sun & mercury

Marlene Dietrich who was best known for playing femme fatale- esque, mistress-y roles had Pushya moon

I was very surprised to find Punarvasu and Pushya nakshatras crop up so often as they're often considered to be the "goody good girls" but perhaps this is what makes them so desirable to men, so much so that they're ready to wreck and ruin their lives, careers and marriages to chase these women. I had mentioned in another post about how since Cancer is the most feminine sign, women with these placements are often considered the ideal wife/gf and I suppose this is the shadow side to that. Desirability is a double edged sword and must be wielded carefully. obviously i dont condone cheating nor am i making it sound like a positive thing but i thought it was an interesting recurring pattern nonetheless!!

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Do you know any manhwas with a yan?

i read and enjoyed:

Red Fox (extremely violent psychopathic yandere that learns the hard way what it means to fall in love. lots of political intrigue and can get a bit long-winded at times. a cautionary tale about the downside to seducing—purposefully or not—a mythical being. i believe there is a sequel, but i haven’t read it yet.)

Concubine Walkthrough (minor yandere tendencies from two MLs, but a really excellent story overall. probably the most interesting “i fell into a game world” story ive read period. lots of side characters and VERY long.)

on my to-read list:

I Failed to Oust the Villain! (isekai, seems to be a pretty intense yandere with less focus on romance and more on psychological drama?)

I Tamed My Ex-Husband’s Mad Dog (age gap, younger yandere ML)

Let’s Hide My Little Brother (isekai, not sure if her “brother” is actually ML or not?)

My Ray of Hope (isekai, childhood friends to lovers trope)

i list many more on my all the male yanderes bato list! can’t really comment a ton on the quality of those tho, since i either haven’t read them yet or dropped them.

#yan ask #yandere manga #yandere manhwa

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My reading list

✅ Not your typical reincarnation story

✅ My husband changes every night

✅ The tyrant wants to be good

✅ I'm the queen in this life

✅ The remarried empress

✅ From a knight to a lady

✅ Divorcing my tyrant husband

✅ Men of the harem

✅ I thought my time was up

✅ My in-laws are obsessed with me

✅ Philomel the fake

✅ The beloved fake saint

✅ Forget my husband, I'll go make money

✅ Post possession damage control

✅ I adopted a villainous dad

⬜ Mother's contract marriage

⬜ Solitary lady

✅ Secret lady

✅ Being raised by villains

✅ Kill the villainess

✅ I shall master this family

✅ The archduke's adopted saint

✅ Villains are destined to die

✅ Not-sew-wicked stepmom

✅ Catherine's key to a happy life

✅ How to win my husband over

⬜ Ennead

⬜ The golden forest

⬜ The fantasie of a step mother

⬜ My secretly hot husband

⬜ To be you, even just for a day

✅ Concubine walkthrough

⬜ Trash of the count's family

✅ The villainess reverses the hourglass

⬜ The reason Raeliana went to the duke's mansion

✅ Carrier Falcon Princess

✅ Who made me a princess

✅ Just the male lead's friend

✅ The villainess's stationary shop

✅ The villainess's blind date is too perfect

✅ Marriage of Convenience

✅ The villainess flips the script

✅ The perks of being a villainess

✅ I listened to my husband and brought in a lover

✅ I just want my happy ending

✅ I think I've been possessed somewhere

✅ How to hide the emperor's child

✅ I created a harem by accident

✅ The grand duke's fox princess

✅ I am the real one

✅ You are obsessing over the wrong person, lord of the tower

✅ An extra stole the male leads

✅ How to survive as a maid in a horror game

✅ The monster male lead living under my bed

✅ My villainous family won't let me be

✅ My three tyrant brothers

✅ Adopted by a murderous duke family

Stopped reading for now

🔳 Lady chef royale

🔳 The price of a broken engagement

🔳 The beloved fake saint

🔳 I don't need a proposal

🔳 Siella's revenge affair

🔳 Crowing a spoiled prince

#auro's reading list

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[Banging pots and pans together] Where's valdor you goddamn furry?

[/affectionate, For legal reasons, that was a joke, I am on very good terms with the furry community.]

(〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ ✰✰ Squigaggle Squigurg, you have now a blurb ✰✰

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Ten Thousand Flowers

"Sequel" of Pavilion of Golden Flowers

Recap: Pavilion of Golden Flowers - A Warhammer retelling of the Drunken Concubine opera.

Relations: Valdor/Emperor(one-sided), Emperor/Ra ~~~~

Of course. Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Captain-General watches, muscled arms crossed over his chest, with only a glimmer of desire in his eye. The Emperor’s hand on Ra’s back slips lower, circling his tailbone, and the smaller Custodian’s laugh does not pass unnoticed by his first brother. A muscle clenches in his jawline, the serfs attending him quickly back off in anticipation of some kind of wrath before warily returning to his side. One cautiously sets aside his pauldrons, unarmoring him in silence now, even as the Custodian’s gaze never strays from his lord and Ra.

The Emperor's hand was boldly caressing Ra now. He says something, and Ra stares back at him, wide-eyed, a surprised jolt passing over his frame. Of course, Valdor notes, of course. He was not so surprised as to find the Emperor’s hand beneath the hemline of Ra’s robes now, gently pulling against the silk to trace over his thighs. The Custodian’s response was lost to him, although Valdor could have certainly eavesdropped had he deigned to.

Ra’s laughter echoes through the armory, tremors rumbling through his half-unarmored form.

The Emperor was smiling indulgently as He withdrew His grasp from His now-favorite concubine. They speak something rapid, the Emperor extends one hand in some kind of offering. Ra nods as he responds, Valdor not even consciously tracking their movements yet still memorizing each of them with the same, perfect recall that had been beaten into them. A serf yanks off one of his gauntlets with more disrespect than Valdor would have normally tolerated, the impudent servant tapping lightly at the exposed bodysuit beneath as if trying to garner his attention. Valdor hardly even noticed, in fact, the serf wondered if he cared at all. When your master’s favor had strayed so utterly to another, there was little room for doubt.

Surely there was no reason to fear impropriety, was there? Surely, when He reigned over all beneath His regard, all of the Ten Thousand belonged to Him, in mind, body and soul. It would have been impolite to challenge Him in His own lair.

Valdor turned his gaze away as Ra joins Him, now completely unarmored, his silken robes contrasting harshly against the Emperor’s tanned skin as He wrapped one massive hand around Ra’s upper arm and lead him away, their movements synchronized in the way only lovers - and masters - could.

Of course.

Of course His eye had strayed from him to Ra.

The Custodian shakes his head once, and turns to gesture at the serfs. Now completely unarmored, he rises with his usual grace, somehow tempered with some kind of frosty steel, as cold as the peaks of the Himalayas. Wine. Bring him wine. His master won’t accompany him to drink. Of course, his master won't be accompanying him tonight, but that is of no matter. The will to be envious, to even be pained by such callous rejection, had been beaten away. So much like a toy that no longer amused Him and thus had been discarded for prettier, shinier conquests, yet without even the will to spurn Him for such betrayal.

Wordlessly, Valdor commands. The serfs gaze upon his unarmored form, observing the tense bitterly cold demeanor in the lines of his muscles, and that frosty, yet somehow wounded glare he brings upon each of them when they hesitate. They nod once and bow before scattering for their tasks.

The Unification Wars used to frown upon indulgence. There was no time, no respite, only the bitter cold gnawing at the marrow of their bones, only the triumphant wind howling a bitter end in the stones. Things are a little different now. Things are a little different, when the Emperor has a little time to spare for His playthings. It is harder to ignore the weight of His eye when it was sometimes - quite literally - burning upon your skin. He is still the Emperor’s best servant, His spear and Captain-General, but he is no longer the favorite, the precious one. As the serf sneaks a quick glance at those cold eyes, he realizes this as firmly - and as surely - as the Captain-General himself.

The eye of the Emperor had strayed from him to Ra.

Of course.

Of course he had.

Hastily, the serf bows his head before that cold, resigned glare. Then, he turns, moving with haste as to not disturb the Custodian still staring so intensely at the pair, and goes to fetch the Captain-General some wine.

#valdor x emperor #emperor x ra #emperor of mankind #constantin valdor #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #wh40k writing prompts #wh40k writing requests #sculptor of crimson #adeptus custodes #drabble #this fox condones dropkicking valdor out of a third story window #master/servant #drunken concubine #warhammer retelling #here's the damn unfeeling banana #you're welcome from the fox

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