#boys love webnovel

[occulttrash]

just some daily gayposting....

[roach-works]

Arthur Carrway, lord of the manor | Rich Merril, his secretary | Rafael Caro, an actor

sometimes you just gotta stay up late and make moodboards for your characters.

we're getting close to done on the next full-length novel, Run Aground, and i'm hype as all hell.

(the michigan fleet series can be found here!)

[lovefrombegonia]

Yuder is so annoyingly in love, I am getting embarrassed for him 😭😭

*Even with his face half hidden, the cloak can't hide his radiant beauty*

*His gleeful laughter is like a blooming flower under warm sunlight*

*His smile is like sunshine peeking throught the clouds*

*His handome visage and playful expression can captivate anyone*

*Prince Ejain can truly become a great King if he observes and learns to be like Kishiar*

*No one could handled a catastrophe like this one and turn this into an opportunity in favour of the cavalry like Kishiar La Orr did*

*these specific imperial knights did not pay proper respects to Kishiar when he passed by them. I am going to change the trajectories of their lives for the worst.*

YUDER AILE. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

[blbl-official]

Hello, everyone!

As progress continues on BLBL, our BL library website that will catalog original English BL (M/M) webnovels, novels, ebooks, graphic novels, visual novels etc.., we’re looking for more volunteers!

(Thanks to everyone who voted on the names 🥰)

If you’re interested in the following and have time to complete the task(s) (with at least one other person, in a team), then please contact @bafflinghaze:

Branding: logo design

Marketing: art/graphic design for marketing purposes

Wireframing/Web design: help iterate and finalise designs

Web development: backend and frontend (need to be able to work with others)

We also need data collectors (gathering information from novels and uploading it to our to-be-created system) and website content copywriters (writing all the miscellaneous text that a website needs), but this is less urgent. If you’re interested, also contact bafflinghaze.

[maybemockingbird]

My name is A.L. Davidson and I am a genre-blending horror and sci-fi romance author with a penchant for cozy, slice of life style reads! I've got a great community over on Patreon and I'm currently looking for new recruits to come get lost in space with me and enjoy my wide variety of cozy, monster-filled, queer slow burn romance reads with diverse casts of characters! There are tons of perks to dive into across all tiers, and the link is easy to find in my LinkTree, so come nab a free trial and stay for a while with over 1,000 pages of stories!

I'm hoping to get a bunch of new Cosmonauts so I can write a TON of fun short stories, bonus chapters, and spooky stuff for Halloween, so if you're looking for a new author to read, love supporting indie authors with diverse casts and genre-blending vibes, please consider checking out my Patreon! 

Alycia Davidson on Patreon

[zihua-art]

Demonic love of ~洛冰河❤️💚 沈清秋~

[mawazou]

[lovefrombegonia]

Turning characters as vines

So...I have become kinda intrigued by this little BL webnovel called ✨Turning✨

LOL

It's so good...SO GOOD!!

[evadingreallife]

Get yourself a man like lee hyunsung

[lekendall]

Tamika Wood's Birthday Party

Chapter Three: Rules, Written and Unwritten

Audio for this chapter (and lots more chapters!) available on my website.

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Alan Sebastian

I’ve always done pretty well at school. Mostly it was because I didn’t have much else to do.

I didn’t really have real friends, before Scott. Just Michelle. But I did have imaginary ones.

I remember when I was five I had a a few of them and we’d play cars on the staircase of my house. They were all named Alan and we used middle names to tell each other apart. Alan Keith. Alan James. And me, Alan Sebastian.

I’ve always found it difficult to talk to people. I don’t know what they’ll say or do and it’s stressful for me. Everyone else seems to be working from a set of social rules I didn’t get the manual for.

Scott is unpredictable and impulsive but somehow it’s okay. He explains to me that nobody else really knows what’s going on either or what other people will say or do. They’re just making it up.

But school was okay. I had the rules written in a book. I made lists of things and ticked them off. I read a lot of books. I tried writing stories a few times but I don’t know that I ever showed anyone until I showed Scott.

“You’re good at everything,” he’d said. But he says that a lot.

When I was younger I sometimes assumed people knew everything that I did. So I waited for someone to tell me I was good at writing the way they told me I was good at science and encouraged me to do more of it. I always got good marks for creative writing in primary school but nobody ever encouraged me to write more. So I concluded that it wasn’t one of my strengths and stopped doing so much of it.

Looking back I think I think probably nobody ever even knew I was that interested.

People just assumed I’d keep doing maths and sciences. So that’s what I did.

[occulttrash]

my novel, in a nutshell :')

[maybemockingbird]

We are officially one week out from the launch of The Night Farm on Kickstarter for volume two!!!! I can't wait to share this fun summer festival season story with everyone (and introduce a brand new love interest while I'm at it!)

If you aren’t following the prelaunch page GO NOW! You want to make sure you’re notified when the campaign goes live because I have some excellent early bird deals waiting for you! Link in my link tree!

🌙

Rhys Anderson is looking for a fresh start after a health diagnosis forces him to sell his beloved tea shop. When a small farmstead goes up for sale in the mountains, he jumps at the opportunity to live a quieter life away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and find a new place to plant roots.

After packing up his few belongings, Rhys settles in for the lengthy cross-country drive to his new home. The farm rests on the outskirts of a mysterious town called Wylder Wood, hidden deep in the forests out west and not found on any map. The idyllic little farmstead is perfect for his needs, and his new neighbors are quick to introduce themselves as soon as nightfall arrives.

The locals are welcoming and friendly, but not at all what they initially seem, and Rhys soon realizes that the otherworldly residents want to sink their fangs into something more than his crops...

The town of Wylder Wood comes to life when the sun goes down, and long nights on the farm are filled with friendship, romance, and good eats aplenty!

This spooky slice-of-life romance story is perfect for fans of Welcome To Night Vale, Stardew Valley, Love Tractor, Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, The House of Lowther, slice-of-life BL webcomics and webtoons, and Harvest Moon.

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 11

Table of Contents and Synopsis <- Chapter 10 Read on WordPress

Chapter 11: Instant Noodles with an Egg V

After driving back to his place, Qiuyan called Cunqu. Cunqu picked up. Qiuyan was lying on his stomach on his bed with both legs sticking up. He laughed with a “hehe” and said: “This is our first day together. Ge, if it wasn’t this late, I would have gone downstairs and beat a gong and some drums to announce this good news to the world.” 

Cunqu leaned against the backboard of his bed and laughed with him. Qiuyan kept dumbly laughing “hehe” from his end until Cunqu said he wanted to hang up and go to sleep. Qiuyan flopped upright like a carp leaping out of the water and reluctantly said: “Ah, you’re already going to sleep? Ge, how about I drive back to see you. You have to open the door for me.”

Cunqu said from his end of the call: “Go and take a cold shower to clear your head. You have to go to work in a few hours.”

Qiuyan replied “Oh” with dissatisfaction. Then he really went and took a cold shower.

The next day, Qiuyan brought a few dishes Cunqu liked and whistled as he walked up to the fifth floor. He didn’t help Liu Xiaoying set the table like usual, but instead just dropped off the meal boxes and immediately entered Cunqu’s room. 

Xiaoying turned her head to say something to him, only to see a few transparent plastic takeout boxes on the dining table. Qiuyan sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Cunqu into his arms. He happily asked: “Did you miss me?”

Cunqu couldn’t catch his breath in the tight hug. Qiuyan abruptly let go and fished out his phone to show Cunqu that he had changed his contact information to “Mine” followed by a heart emoji. He asked Cunqu what he thought. Cunqu nodded and said: “Mmh. Rather cheesy.”

Qiuyan grumbled: “How is it cheesy. This 'Mine' implies ‘My love’, you are ‘my love’, you know?” 

Cunqu laughed and said: “I’m getting goosebumps.”

During dinner, Xiaoying and Qiuyan chattered about unimportant matters as usual. Halfway through, when Xiaoying got up to get a ladle from the kitchen, Qiuyan suddenly turned and smacked a kiss on Cunqu’s cheek.

When Xiaoying turned back around, Cunqu was glaring at Qiuyan. The latter, shaking his leg, beamed as he passed him some shrimp with his chopsticks.

--

The night when Qiuyan headed back to his village to attend A’Shan’s wedding, Cunqu sat on his bed and stared blankly at his phone screen. Qiuyan already called him earlier and told him that he needed to spend the night in the village and couldn’t come to find him. After the call, he texted him the same thing. He ended his text with numerous “kiss kiss” emojis. 

Cunqu was a bit unaccustomed to not being able to see Qiuyan at night. When he was in a relationship in college, the two of them had the same major and their date location was always the library where they would bury their heads and study. It felt more like they were study buddies rather than a couple. Only when he had a problem he couldn’t solve, he’d turn and ask his boyfriend first. At this point, he could no longer remember who confessed to whom. But this type of relationship somehow managed to uneventfully last almost 2 years; it’s quite miraculous. 

Cunqu thought for a while and then sent a text: Did you arrive home?

Qiuyan didn’t look at his phone. He headed out late and when he arrived at the village, the pre-meal firecrackers had already been set off. Qiuyan squeezed into the banquet hall and found Qiu Xuemei between the ten bustling banquet tables. He called out: “Mom.”

Xuemei, crunching on some melon seeds, furrowed her eyebrows and asked: “Who are you? My son’s been missing for months, his whereabouts completely unknown. How come there’s suddenly this person calling me mom now?”

The people at her table laughed. Qiuyan naturally sat down next to her and pulled at her hand. “I’ve been busy.”

Xuemei replied: “Yes, I know. If the city didn’t have you driving their buses, the entire public transportation system would collapse.”

Qiuyan pointed at his dad who was playing Fight the Landlord to the side and said to him: “Zhong Baocheng can you do something about your wife. She’s all mocking and ridicule as soon as I walk up.”

Baocheng mumbled something and continued staring at the cards on his screen.

The windows of the banquet hall were covered with the cutout of the character ‘joy’; the food consisted of the common dishes for a village banquet. A’Shan’s wedding was extremely simple. He and his wife were from the same village; the two families’ homes were close enough that they didn’t even need to drive. So the steps that could be skipped were skipped. When A’Shan and his wife came out to make a toast, Da Yu followed them from behind and helped pour the alcohol and hold the glasses. 

After the banquet dispersed, A’Shan took off his suit jacket and draped it on one shoulder, then he handed Qiuyan and Da Yu each a cigarette. The three of them leaned against the wall in the banquet hall’s back garden and silently stared at the firecracker fragments all over the ground. A’Shan suddenly spoke up: “The days pass so quick.”

Da Yu said: “It feels like only yesterday when we were naked and catching fish with bare hands in a creek. But today A’Shan got married.”

A’Shan patted Qiuyan and said: “Ay, you guys know I’m not good with words. But I've been meaning to thank you two for all these years. If not for you two things, my heart and body probably won’t be able to grow up this healthily.”

Da Yu turned and asked Qiuyan: “Is he being serious or sarcastic right now?”

Qiuyan replied: “His thanks sure sounds like an insult.”

The three looked at each other and started laughing. After a while, Qiuyan put out his cigarette. He stood in front of Da Yu and A’Shan, cleared his throat, and said: “Just in time, let me use the opportunity of A’Shan’s joyful day and announce my own joyful news.”

Da Yu stretched out his hand towards him, gesturing a “do what you will.”

Qiuyan said: “Uhm, so I’m in a relationship.” After he said that, his face suddenly flushed red. Da Yu and A’Shan were about to clap, but Qiuyan continued: “I’m dating Zhou Cunqu.”

He rubbed his nose and jumped up a bit in happiness. Da Yu and A’Shan looked at each other and shrunk back the hands they were about to clap with.

This news was far too shocking. The next time Da Yu and A’Shan sat down at Liu Xiaoying’s dining table their eyes were still round with shock. They watched Qiuyan circle around Cunqu like a puppy. Finally, Cunqu washed his hands in the bathroom, wiped them dry, and sat at the dining table. And so Qiuyan finally sat down as well.

Qiuyan was too far over the moon to realize that suddenly learning that someone you’ve been good brothers with for over 20 years was dating another man was explosive news of the atomic bomb level. Da Yu, holding his rice bowl, finally let out a sigh and said to Cunqu: “Life is truly full of surprises.”

Cunqu looked back at him.

After dinner, Xiaoying headed downstairs to chat with her friends. The four of them were still sitting at the dining table. Da Yu said: “We don’t discriminate. It’s just that we’re a bit shocked. Our hair salon’s hairdresser A’Wen is also gay. Speaking of which, is it just me who’s not improving at work? I’m still left behind.”

Cunqu took a sip of water and slowly said: “You’ve studied for two years, but you are still washing hair. Maybe it’s not an issue with your skills but with your environment. Why don’t you consider a suitable trade school? Studying for a year should be enough.”

The Mulberry Garden brothers looked at each other, and they suddenly realized that the logic was this simple all along.

After they dispersed, Qiuyan hugged Cunqu in his room. Pressing his cheek against Cunqu’s, he said: “My boyfriend’s brain works so well.”

Cunqu flipped through the papers in his hands. A’Shan gave him the short story he wrote. Although he looked big and burly, he had actually been writing children’s stories in secret. Moreover, the stories were quite interesting. Qiuyan placed his head on top of Cunqu’s shoulder and looked at what A’Shan wrote: “A long long time ago, there was a little boy. The little boy turned into a tree bit by bit. At first, his arm turned into a tree branch, then his ears grew flowers. His parents thought he was a monster and abandoned him. The little boy continued to grow, and his body also slowly sprouted. Everyone called him a ‘tree-person monster.’ One day on his way to school, he ran into two little boys who also sprouted branches, leaves, and flowers. That day was probably the happiest day of his life. He knew that he wasn’t the only monster. The world had people who were born as ‘tree people.’ 

After many years, the little boy had grown into a towering evergreen tree, standing forever atop a scenic hill. The two other boys hadn’t. The branches, leaves, and flowers from before were things that they stuck onto their bodies. But they would visit the big tree every year, sit down at its roots, and chat for a very long time…”

A’Shan’s father had passed away very early on. His mother left the village after he finished kindergarten and never returned. Starting from middle school, he didn’t give money for the milk boxes between classes. Every day when it came time to get milk, A’Shan would hide beneath the ping pong table in the little playground. Qiuyan and A’Shan would shout and run to find him and insist on squeezing beside him underneath the ping-pong table. A’Shan knew they had milk boxes to pick up but they never drank their milk in front of him.

That day when he was leaving Liu Xiaoying’s place, A’Shan handed the story to Cunqu. Then he quietly said to Cunqu: “Ge, I feel like we are so lucky.” 

-> Chapter 12

[pentip-puppy]

Persephone’s Pomegranate

A scene from the novel Carat by Korean author, 메카니스트.

This illustration wasn’t accurate of the scene, but more a representation of the whole plot and Seokryu, the main character. His name means Pomegranate in Korean and he was one of the most relatable and interesting characters I had read in a while.

Being a closed off, perfectionist and workaholic, myself, Seokyru made me feel a lot of things throughout the book.

I hope to read more of this author’s books in the future. They seem to always have an interesting concept.

[mawazou]

On apprécie Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong. Alors, on poursuit notre apprentissage des techniques de traduction avec cette nouvelle. Si le chinois n’est pas votre langue maternelle et si l’anglais vous rébute, suivez-nous sur mawazoutraduction.xyz !

Nous ne sommes pas des pros, mais des fans au service de la fantrad.

[lovefrombegonia]

IF I COULD MARRY THIS NOVEL, I WOULD DO IT IN A HEARTBEAT!! AND IT WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL SPRING WEDDING 💒

⚠️ SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

Listen.... everyone... I want to say this with all seriousness in my heart: I wish I could eat this webnovel. Like, literally, eat it. Chew it up and make it a part of my body forever. Y'all I would eat the Turning novel if I could!! I am irrationally and irrevocably in love with this enigmatic piece of art! I want to kiss Kuyu's hands that are writing this masterpiece! I want to kiss their beautiful forehead for creating these characters and this world. I feel like I can be with these characters forever. This novel has made me feel EUPHORIA. Straight up euphoric sensation, plunging my neurons in the seven coloured embrace of the love that binds the souls of Kishiar and Yuder; of the push and pull they enact on each other's very existence without even realising; of the effortless affection, intimacy and desire they have, as if it is as natural as nature herself. This is the tale of love that has always existed. This is the love we dream about as teenagers, this is the love we yearn for as adults, and this is the love that writes the fairytales of our childhood. This is the love we will think of, one day, as we become old. You don't need to read this novel to know what this love is. We all know it. We all dream of it. And if you read this story, this is love what you will think of when you read the line:

"And if you would allow me, the powerless desire of a man in love to hold you, as you are now."

The story is much more than just a love story. Oh for sure, the world building fucking amazing! The characters are all their own, having their own complicated and intriguing backstories, with their own struggles and victories. There are also other love stories in the novel. The most endearing of them all to me is of the Emperor Keilusa and his Empress, his Faria. All their loves are just as great and they all reflect a side of Kishiar's and Yuder's relationship. And how fantastic it is, that all these love stories are able to thrive in this magical world because Kishiar's and Yuder's story has survived...