#im ill from driving

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat if i may speak

[grzybjek]

A collage I made for one of the characters from my newest story. His name is Kundel by the way hes an absolute manfail and a menace

[potahun]

im physically unable to shut up about this line it seems

and this is a post about my personal feelings regarding this line, im in no position to say how this line should be understood

but in S4E25 (yeah when will i shut up about it) when hawks reminisces about what it is that gets to him about endeavor and actually addresses endeavor in his thoughts, this bit:

"You see, I've been watching, so I know. There wasn't a single person out there truly trying to surpass [All Might]. You were the only one. The only one seriously trying to surpass him. .... Really... Just how clumsy/awkward can you be?"

That last bit.

本当に...どんだけ不器用なんですか...?

I've been watching/ reading out of order, but although until then, everything felt to me like it could be interpreted as hawks looking up to endeavor, being endebted to him for saving him from his abusive father, or generally respecting him, this line alone punched me in the gut with the idea that oof ok, he also loves him uh.

there's the tone in which it's delivered that is unbelievable soft and with a touch of helplessness, combined with this mental shot of endeavor looking positively like a loser (i'm sorry):

and then 本当に...どんだけ不器用なんですか...?

out of all words to describe him, in this situation, not brave, not amazing, not something to look up to, not something to learn from even or to admire, no "just how clumsy/awkward can you be?"

if it was just the hero mentality, why 不器用 of all things? isn't this the no.1 he's choosing to support and is currently in the process of pushing onto the centre stage? couldn't "stubborn" have done the job? this goes deeper than the hero gig or what it means, this touches on something about endeavor as a person in a way that is none of hawks' business in theory if not for the fact that he's noticed and it is doing him in

[priscirat]

it would be helpful to have a sign showing me the right way. would it show me the right way ?

[skunkes]

never underestimate a cheye's ability to think "what if this is as good as it gets" about any situation

[tequiilasunriise]

I am so in love with this volume because I am so in love with the way Blake Belladonna is finally allowing herself to love Yang, you feel me?

Blake has always had this love fer Yang, we all watched their slowburn unfold over several volumes, but she kept this love close to her heart and only let that affection slip through cracks of her walls and/or during dire life or death situations. The simple, domestic, everyday ways to express love? Holding hands just because and softer words spoken freely and casually? Blake couldn’t do it because she was still afraid.

Afraid to hurt Yang and scare her away with her affections, because she had hurt Yang so much already and couldn’t bear to risk burdening her even more. She had left, she had abandoned the one person who she trusted most, and she had to prove she was staying for good this time. They still had to repair their friendship first and foremost.

Afraid to be the one hurting for exposing herself, because love had burned her once so throughly before. She trusts Yang with her life, but that haunting nightmare that is Adam makes it hard fer her to trust the brightest thing in her life with her heart. Blake had to overcome the bullish knife hanging over her head before she could be in another relationship.

And then when these issues were slowly getting resolved, Blake still held back. Sure, there were more tender moments between them, but they were more brief and far between. Blake was still holding back because this slowburn slowdance was all she knew when it came to Yang. They had to focus on the threat of Salem, of Atlas falling, of all that. It was better to play it safe, now was still not the right time.

But then? But then Blake watched Yang die, and suddenly all those cautious moments of ‘playing it safe’ racked up to an indescribable amount of missed opportunities and regret. Suddenly waiting all this time for the ‘right’ time didnt matter at all anymore because Blake completely ran out of any time.

Blake isn’t going to hold back anymore, she’s finally comfortable enough to be who she always was deep down under those trauma walls, this openly affectionate silly goofy little book nerd who just wants to make her beloved smile, and she’s going to absolutely s h o w e r Yang with flirty tones and dumb jokes and longing touches and be such a dorky romantic because she doesn’t want to waste anymore time. As Weiss spoke fer all of us, it’s, “About time”. The ‘right’ time is right the fuck now screw that ‘not concerned with sands of time’ bullshit she wants to kiss this stupid pretty face and she WILL let Yang know. I think about Blake this volume and I’m just SO PROUD OF HER. Nothing like a little taste of death to push a slowburn along, huh? Seriously though, witnessing Blake’s arc come full circle to open up and be the person she once was before Adam crushed her into taking up as little space as possible, before she deemed herself as nothing but a coward and a fool, seeing her laugh and smile openly and shoot every damn shot she can- it’s so, so damn good.

Anyways, I am also in love with Yang Xiao Long having no idea how to handle Blake being incredibly openly in love with her. 10/10 watching experience, truly.

[foxett]

Your omori au (Swingset) is driving me insane /pos MORE KEL ANGST!!! MORE!!!

Spoiler alert vision sunny (Kel's hallucination, that's not even ghost sunny.) is lying and there is a car.

Bad/good ending setup! Could be either.

[xcerizex]

"I thought you were like a plane, high in the sky and unreachable. but she gave you feathered wings"

in other words, I'm bringing Natalie back because I'm a petty bitch.

(Natalie, cael x little painter, mourning of first crush, I bully an NPC because I can, self-indulgent, spoilers for "A Familiar Face", read it rn, it's not just completely Natalie I promise there's fluff at the end, 3.6k words)

"Have you gotten everything?"

"Yes!"

Natalie hoists out her luggage from the taxi with as much force as she can. With some struggle, she succeeds in freeing the roller bag as it falls down to the ground with a loud thud.

Her mother inspects the empty car trunk, making sure they don't miss anything out. Once she's sure and satisfied with herself, she closes the trunk and waves to the taxi driver as a sign of thanks.

"Come on now, the plane for Harp Island leaves in about an hour."

Natalie obediently listens to her mother and follows her through the dense crowd. After waiting in line to verify their tickets, they quickly make their way to the waiting area. The line is long, but when she checks her watch, she realizes there's plenty of time to spare. The plane won't be leaving in about half an hour later.

Her mother notices this too. "Since there's some time left, I can buy a sandwich or something if you're hungry."

Natalie contemplates her mother's offer and finally nods her head. "Sure, I can wait in line in the meantime."

Her mother pats her on the head before leaving, and Natalie takes out a brochure from her pocket to occupy time. The brochure highlights the various attractions on Harp Island, the most noticeable one being St. Shelter Academy.

"I think that St. Shelter Academy is where I would want to go." She hears her friend, a girl with dark hair and a braid dropping over her shoulder, proclaiming her future with renewed conviction as she grips her brush.

Natalie questions her. "Is it because Cael is there?"

Her friend looks back at her in confusion, and Natalie has to resist covering her face in guilt, afraid that her friend would see right through her and the feelings she has for her guardian.

But she doesn't–thankfully–and shakes her head. "Of course not."

Her friend redirects her gaze at her half-finished painting, and Natalie sees a man with a sword lying on the ground clutching a lapis pendant. The knight looks just like Cael.

"It's because it feels as if the course was made for me." Her friend's face glows in excitement just thinking about it. "I think that there would be no where else I could ever learn from that would bring me more joy."

Natalie fidgets with the brush in her hand and looks at her own painting. On her own canvas, she has tried to capture the beauty and perfection of hanging wisterias swaying with the wind, but the more she looks at it, the more soulless it seems to her. Maybe she is just lacking in skill.

"What if I went to St. Shelter Academy with you?"

Her friend lights up with joy as she quickly takes her hand in hers with apparent excitement, and Natalie has to try her best to swallow down the bitterness born from her ulterior motives, so she smiles back.

Back then, she thought that even if Cael had rejected her, maybe, just maybe, she could become a woman in his eyes once he watched her grow older. Not to mention that St. Shelter Academy did sound like a great place to study.

But in the end, she didn't make it, and had to go with her second option. It was still a pretty prestigious university thankfully, and the courses have taught her plenty. But even after all this time–she muses as her eyes drift over the brochure–it doesn't feel as if she has learned much at all.

The wisterias still look as lifeless as ever, no matter how many times she paints them over and over again.

That's why when her mother suggested they have some time off traveling, she had requested they visit Harp Island. She wanted to see with her own eyes how her friend was doing, how much her life has moved on compared to hers.

But Natalie had been hesitant to contact her, even after having planned this trip over the span of a few weeks. So her eyes skim over the brochure without much focus, trying to make the decision to call her before the flight takes off. She comes up with nothing.

She sighs, and stuffs the brochure back into her pocket as her mother approaches her with two chicken sandwiches and a cup of coffee for herself. Thanking her mother with a smile, she scarfs down her sandwich to get rid of all the bad thoughts in her head.

It should be fine.

After some time of waiting, they finally enter the waiting area. There are not many people taking the plane to Harp Island so the crowd here has been thinned considerably in comparison the the main lobby. Natalie scans the area looking for a seat to chill before they board the plane, which opens up in 20 minutes.

"Yes, I'll see you soon."

She freezes. That voice sounds too familiar to be true, so she turns her head around, her heart pounding with anticipation. There's no way...

But he's there. Looking as young as the day she first met him, his silver hair tied up in a ponytail while carrying a suitcase meant for traveling. He holds up the phone to his ear, not having noticed her at all.

And then she sees him smile.

It is full of affection.

"Alright."

His voice is full of affection.

"I'll stay safe."

He ends the call right there, but continues to stand there to stay in the afterglow. His face is tender, and Natalie makes a selfish wish in her heart.

She hopes it's not what she thinks it is.

Natalie considers coming up to talk to him as he finally snaps out of his reverie and lowers his phone. But before she can say anything, her mother calls out to her.

"Natalie! There are a few seats over here-"

Before she could do anything, Cael finally takes notice of her and she has to resist the urge to scream in embarrassment.

"Natalie."

Cael gives off a polite nod to her in acknowledgement and she nods her head back at him with red cheeks. Unfortunately, her mother catches their small interaction and like every sociable mother, goes up to him to make small talk.

"Ah, it's you Mr. Anselm! It's been a while. I see that you're taking the plane to Harp Island too."

At times whenever Natalie had visited, her mother would be there to drop her off and would occasionally make small talk with Cael. Cael, ever the polite gentleman he was then, entertained her mother's long drones without a hint of impatience. Even now, with the plane ready to take off in less than 20 minutes, he still takes the time to listen to her.

"Yes, I am. I've been away travelling for awhile, so I'll be heading back home."

Natalie stands timidly off to the side, listening to their conversation and gathering her courage to speak up.

"Oh, I see! So you've moved to Harp Island?"

"Yes."

His answers are curt, but his expression turns soft.

"Um, are you still teaching at St. Shelter Academy?"

Natalie finally manages to ask him something, but maybe, it's just a distraction to herself.

Before he can answer her, a shadow falls over them as a plane takes off, drowning out every sound and thought. It is sudden, unexpected, and she sees Cael's eyes widen as if mesmerized by the sight of the plane taking flight to the sky.

He looks at it like it's his first time seeing it.

Again, it takes a while for him to pull out of his thoughts, and he looks back them with an apologetic look.

"I apologize, I was lost in thought."

He sets his suitcase down next to his seat. "For your information, Natalie..." Her heart skips a beat as he says her name. "Yes, I am still teaching at St. Shelter Academy. And she's still there as well."

She knows who he's referring to. But she doesn't get much of a chance to ask further, as a staff member comes up to them from the side.

"I'm sorry, miss. But it appears there has been some confusion with the luggage..."

"Oh no..."

Her mother raises a hand to her mouth in slight horror, as the staff member requests her time for the clarification of their luggage, all the while apologizing profusely. Before she is called away, she casts a worried glance over once.

"Mr. Anselm, if it's not too much of a bother, could you perhaps look after my daughter while I'm gone?"

"M-mom! I'm not a kid anymore..."

Her voice trails off in another round of embarrassment, she's old enough to take care of herself! But Cael nods politely and sits down.

"Of course miss."

Oh dear.

So here she is sitting one seat away from Cael, his suitcase propped up between them as if acting as a safety shield. She's not sure how grateful she is for it, not doing much at all to ease her nerves.

"Alright, I'll stay safe."

His tender words echo in her head.

She bunches her fists on her skirt. "That person you called earlier...who was it?"

She's scared to know, but she wants to regardless. She wants to know who was it that softened the heart of her first crush, the one who had rejected her all those years ago.

He doesn't answer her immediately, his idle gaze finally focusing on her as he stays silent. Testing her.

A minute ticks by, and he finally sighs. "You seem to have a guess who it is."

Ah.

"..."

"...I thought you said she was just a teenager to you."

She hates this feeling of inferiority seeping through her veins.

He shakes his head.

"She was, and so were you. But the woman I'm in love with now is not the same girl in your memories, Natalie."

...Why is his tone so cold?

She looks at him straight in the eye, as if defiant. "If I were the one in her place, the one who grew up with you, would you have loved me too?"

"No."

He hates the idea, detests it, completely believing that such a thing could never happen. That is what she hears in that simple refutal.

"I could never genuinely love anyone else the way I love her. Never."

She thinks it is the most unkind she has ever heard him.

A few years ago, when he had rejected her, he had kept his tone calm, and showed kindness and understanding towards her feelings. He turned her down in the most gentle, beautiful way. In her eyes, that was who he was. Gentle, incapable of displeasing others even as he was the one hurting them.

"You've changed."

He's become someone she doesn't recognize.

But Cael finally chuckles. "I didn't just change, I grew out of myself."

She wished she did too, wished she grew out of these feelings for him. But as if he wishes to hammer it home, to drive a nail through her heart, he says;

"But you never really liked me at all to begin with, didn't you?"

She widens her eyes in surprise, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean? I did like you!"

She's sure of that, she's sure of the way her cheeks would flush whenever she saw him, the way she always seemed to go back to thinking of him whenever she picked up a brush all those years ago.

He smiles at her for the first time. "Yes, you liked me then. But what kind of person did you like?"

She takes the chance to prove her feelings.

"It's because you were kind. Gentle. It was the way you would always consider the other party's feelings. The way you would always selflessly care for our safety..."

She could go on more and more, talk about the various ways he would make her heart skip a beat back whenever she caught a glimpse of him after school as he picked her friend up. But then she stops, as she sees his smile turn into a self deprecating one.

"Tell me, Natalie. What kind of person is the one you described?"

"The one who made you believe you could find no one else better?"

Her mother comes over, the staff calls out to everyone to board the plane, and she doesn't know the answer.

"Goodness, that gave me a fright. I really thought our luggage was doomed there for a second."

Her mother mutters in relief as she fans herself with her hand, and Natalie pats her mother on the back in an attempt to calm her down.

Yet, her mind is elsewhere all the way.

She takes a peek to her side as she and her mother hoist up their luggage on to the cabin. Cael is right over there, just a few seats away. But he doesn't do so much as face their direction, and she is too afraid to go up to him to ask him what he meant by that.

"What kind of person is the one you described?"

Was that not him?

She takes her seat as a young voice sounds through the plane.

"Please make sure to buckle your seatbelts, pay attention to the safety procedures, and switch on airplane mode on your phones to ensure a safe and smooth ride."

She takes out her phone to do as it says, but spots a new message from a group chat on her phone.

It's from her ex.

He's wishing her a safe trip, and reminding her to do her homework as she's away before college starts back up. The few other messages below his are from her friends, laughing at him for thinking about homework.

They're still on friendly terms, despite having broken up with him a few weeks ago and she will always feel extremely grateful for that. So she switches off her phone before putting it back into her pocket to listen to the safety procedures performed by the air attendants.

She doesn't hear them. What she hears instead is Cael's voice, as her eyes drift towards him.

When she entered college, she hyped herself up. Told herself that maybe she could forget about her first love so long as she focused on her studies. Afterwards, she found people she liked, and they liked her back. So she dated them.

But it all ended the same way, with a strained smile and the words;

"I'm not sure if we're right for each other."

Or something similar. The one who'd end things would either be her or her partner, funnily enough.

Even now, she's not sure what the reason is, why it always reaches the same end of the same road like every other relationship.

The plane is starting to take off, and Natalie leans back on her chair in contemplation while closing her eyes.

Why?

"Tell me, Natalie What kind of person is the one you described?"

"The one who made you believe you could find no one else better?"

"I'm sorry."

Her ex looks back at her kindly, as if trying to soften the blows of his words.

"But I'm not sure if we can go on."

And she wants to pretend it hurts like hell, the way they do in movies.

It does not.

"Alright then." Natalie accepts his rejection–her voice muted–and wonders where did she go wrong again?

"Is there a reason why?"

Maybe she can learn from this. Maybe the next time, it won't have an ambiguous ending.

Her ex looks at her in surprise at her bravery and holds up a hand to his chin. "If I were to say something, and please don't take any offense to this but..."

His voice trails, hesitant.

"...It felt as if you couldn't see the real me."

Now it's her turn to be surprised. She blanks out, as the words echo in tandem with the memory of her first relationship. The both of them had said the same thing, with the same tone and sense of defeat in their words.

Maybe it really is her fault, but she is still unsure on how to fix this. From the day her first relationship ended, she sought out to change that problem, she thought she changed.

Clearly she had not, and she finds it all very disturbing.

Her other relationships ended with her saying something similar. No matter how much she tried, something about their time together would feel off, as if there was an invisible wall between them. She liked them, truly, but it felt suffocating, a strange and uncomfortable feeling–one she was too afraid to identify–bearing down on her heart like weights.

So she put a stop it. To protect that fragile ego ready to be broken down by the truth.

And that unwanted feeling in her chest?

It must have been disappointment.

"...Ah, so that's what it was."

Natalie finally opens her eyes and unclenches her fist. It's dark out and most of the passengers have fallen asleep–including her mother whose head rests on her shoulder.

He's also fallen asleep.

She should stop watching him. So she decides to redirect her gaze to the back of the seat in front of her. Anywhere else that's not near him is fine.

She has to stop looking at him that way, as the perfect person she always thought he was. That must have been why none of her relationships worked out.

She wasn't just comparing them to him, she was looking at them the way she looked at him. She was looking for their good sides, and only their good sides.

No wonder her wisteria painting looks lifeless.

She stretches her legs as if to relieve the stinging pain in her heart, and thinks back to the soft expression he wore earlier. The gentle way he spoke to his beloved. The coldness in his voice as he spoke to her, no longer caring to be the perfect person he needed to be for others.

His intention was clear; he did not want anything to do with her. Or rather, with her old friend.

Natalie can only hope she's not there waiting for him as they reach their destination. She's not sure how she would face her.

"Passengers, please ensure that all of your personal belongings have been secured before you exit the plane. Thank you."

Natalie blinks the sleep away from her eyes, blearily opening them to peek out the windows of the boardwalk with her luggage in hand.

Harp Island is beautiful, and even from this distance, she can see the glistening sea. The waves throw themselves against the banks as seagulls fly amongst each other, and she has the urge to whip out her paintbrush and capture everything on canvas. Too bad she left all her painting materials at home.

Besides, could she ever capture them the way she wishes to paint her wisterias? She's not sure.

But she's sure that her old friend could, she thinks, as she recalls the rows and rows of colourful paintings brimming with life despite their clumsy techniques.

Her friend was special that way, she should have realized sooner. Perhaps that was the reason Cael saw her differently.

And as if reading her thoughts, her mother turns to her. "Have you contacted your friend yet?"

Natalie hesitates, and takes out her phone to stare at a name hidden deep within her contacts.

"Not yet."

Should she do it now?

"Passengers, please collect your luggage from Area 2B."

Maybe later.

They collect the remaining luggage from the conveyor belt, and head towards the main lobby to confirm their passports. Natalie watches as Cael goes through the local check-in and leaves ahead of them, not at all looking back.

Then, Cael picks up the speed of his steps as if startled and rushes forward in a hurry, his suitcase landing on the floor with a loud thud.

She passes through the verification check-in and notices the flutter of dark purple hair.

"Cael!"

The first thing Natalie notices is how Cael catches her, eager and fast, as he buries his face into his lover's shoulder. He stumbles a bit from her weight but uses it as leverage to twirl her around and hold her up by the waist. His every action–from the soft squeeze of his arms around her to the way his ears flush a vibrant red–conveys his longing.

"I missed you so much, Cael."

"Yes."

She sees him pull back, smiling a radiant smile, and is duly reminded of a bird taking flight, soaring into the sky.

His smile is full of love.

"I missed you a lot too."

And his voice is hoarse, his tone earnest as he speaks out his feelings.

The second thing Natalie notices is how beautiful her old friend has become. She watches her pull back to reveal a smile rivaling that of the sun, laughing while caressing her lover's bangs away and holds up his cheeks to get a better look at him.

"You did, didn't you?"

Cael shakes his head in endearment.

"Of course. And you're no better."

She is positively glowing with love.

He finally sets her down on her feet, but refuses to let go of her waist, wanting to stay as close to her as possible. Neither of them care about their public display of affection, nor the blushing faces of those around them.

And Natalie feels her heart break into two.

The difference is as clear as day, between the man she liked then, and the person who he has become today.

He looks human.

The third thing she realizes is that she has never looked at him as one.

'So that's why he fell in love.'

She watches them leave her behind, but not before Cael covertly glances back and makes a gesture like that of a phone.

'She looked at him for who he was.'

Natalie fishes her phone out of her pocket to look at a familiar name, and agonizes over and over again. Stares at it until the sun has gone down and tears fall down her cheeks.

Maybe at least, she can stop painting the wisterias.

[citrlet]

✨️ djunkelskog acquired ✨️

[kore-cryptid]

here have this i drew in like an hour, i could talk Alot about the problems of starclan/dark forest but ill dumb it down to:

FUCK if im letting this selfish fucking liar into cat heaven, leafpool has to go to Trial and defend her entire life for having the babies they TOLD HER TO HAVE and onestar is told "yeah youre fine dont worry we saved you a seat hehe but just sit here for a sec and think about what you did for a bit >:/"

im number one onestar hater btw

[ge]

okeyyy...i know this acc is preddy much good and dead, rest in peace all my dearly beloved tgcfmdzs mutuals and followers who moved on to smth else in the yrs since mdzs ended, ....but i still have a big enough active audience methinks soooo i wanted 2 promote a korean novel thats REEALLY unappreciated in the eng community ITS SO GOOD its my favourite novel atm and i really want it to catch on w western audiences bcuz i swear it has the potential to be as big as mxtxs novels were if given the opportunity to blow up...

RETURN OF THE MOUNT HUA SECT (aka, officially, RETURN OF THE BLOSSOMING BLADE) is an action, fantasy, comedy korean novel by BIGA on Naver, with a webcomic by STUDIO LICO on Webtoon

THE WEBCOMIC IS CURRENTLY ON BREAK AFTER THE COMPLETION OF ITS FIRST “SEASON” (will be returning sometime mid 2023) AND THE NOVEL IS STILL ON GOING WITH 1494 CHAPTERS (as of 4/15/2023)....if uve read tgcf in its entirety pls dont let that chp count scare you..rotmhs is a very bingeable novel... while rotmhs doesnt have an official english translation, the ongoing fan tl has 379 chapters translated (as of 4/15/2023) [LINKS PROVIDED BELOW]

MY SYNOPSIS: the story follows the main protagonist chung myung, a member of the mount hua sect who was formerly known as the legendary ‘plum blossom sword saint’, reincarnates into the body of a beggar child a hundred years into the future after dying following the beheading of the demonic cult leader, chun ma, who slaughtered his clan members as well as countless other sects during the war. when he wakes, he discovers that his once proud and respected sect has fallen into ruin during the century following its defeat. chung myung, hiding his identity as a fabled hero from the past, rejoins the mount hua sect under the guise of being nothing but a beggar to help restore the mount hua sect to its former greatness while making friends as well as enemies along the way..

the official (webtoon) synopsis:

When Cheongmyeong of the Mount Hua Sect awakens a hundred years in the future, his last memories are of a bloody battle against the Leader of the Demonic Cult, the evil Cheonma. The battle almost saw the end of the Ten Great Sects of ancient China, when Cheongmyeong ended the hard-fought struggle by striking down Cheonma. Soon after, he succumbed to his wounds, filled with regret at their pyrrhic victory. All is not lost, however, as he awakens to his second chance at life. Shocked to find his beloved Mount Hua Sect reduced to a mere shadow of itself in the present day, Cheongmyeong embarks on a journey to restore Mount Hua to its former glory.

while the official synopsis does make it seem like the story is going to be heavy and action focused, the novel itself is more comedic than its led on to be and its action scenes are rlly fun and exhilarating to read..

the main cast are extremely likeable and their relationship w each other is very funny and heartwarming... that being said i feel like if uve come from any of the popular danmei novels and r interested in reading rotmhs (PLEASE BE INTERESTED) i feel like i shuld mention that THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN THIS NOVEL... its not a BL, theres no romantic connotations between any of the main characters, this novel is more focused on found family and the bonds between friends than anything BUT PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT LET THE LACK OF ROMANCE DISSUADE YOU..

AIIISSHH THIS IS GETTING LONG ENOUGH soo basically here are links 2 where u can read ROTMHS please consider reading it PLEASE bc im sick as hell of not having enough fics or fanart of it or ppl to talk to abt it with..feel like im rting art on my priv to brick walls....!!!!!!!!!!

(official) NAVER (1494+ chapters, korean) https://series.naver.com/novel/detail.series?productNo=4130558&isWebtoonAgreePopUp=true

(official) WEBTOON (73 chapters, english) https://www.webtoons.com/en/action/return-of-the-blossoming-blade/list?title_no=2849&page=9

FANTRANSLATION (379+, english) https://skydemonorder.com/projects/return-of-the-mount-hua-sect

one last also before let yall have at it, if u’ve read the webcomic and dont feel like rereading the entire novel up to the webcomic stopping point, jump to chapter 117 on the fantranslation.. chp117 is right where the webcomic leaves off👍

OKAYYY HAVE FUNNNN PLEASE READ RETURN OF THE MOUNT HUA SECT PLEEEASEE SHARE THIS POST W EVERYBODY OR ILL KILL MYSELF IDK YAYYYYY YIPPEEEEE ROTMHS SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if u do end up reading and liking it please god..talk to me about it..... im literally shaking scratching my neck rocking in a corner crying sobbing sniffling snotting

[littleplantfreak]

bond sickness with chika or umemiya... everyone expects it with chika given the way he is and acts, they warned you before you even got with him in the first place. but if you're with umemiya and get bond sickness? people think that can't possibly be what you have since he just seems like the perfect mate. it only happens because he's so busy with makochi, even missing some of your heats when he has other things to do that might take daysss. when chika realizes you're sick, he just gets endo to deal with your heats. makes it easier a lot of the time since chikas out often and endos willing to do anything for him. but when umemiya notices, he's absolutely distraught, and disgusted with himself partly, he can't believe he's the reason you're sick. he was so focused on making the town better that he didn't have to time make you feel better. there are also some other things wandering in my head but those are more smutty...

I love that we're starting off angsty nonnie!

With Chika it's like sure you knew it would probably be like this but it doesn't make it hurt any less. No matter how many used shirts or pants of Chika's they throw in your nest for the scent, your alpha is still not there right? Yeah you've got Endo and he certainly scratches the itch enough to get you through heats, but I think you're operating on 'just enough' most of the time. I guess it also depends on what you consider Endo in this situation, but Chika probably has firm rules about what Endo can and can't do regardless of what he is.

And Umemiya? Oh boy it's hard being with the town hero sometimes, because it's like you can't complain. He's nearly perfect, at least to everyone else. I could see it almost ending up as a shame thing, where everyone thinks there's no way that's what it is, and if you were to say something when all Ume's trying to do is help the town, isn't that just selfishness on your part? To the point where you'd hide it until a breaking point, be it emotional or physical idk depends on how sad you want it really. In the end it's his fault, and he'd really take it to heart. There'd be a lot of talk over priorities and how he can make the relationship work so you don't suffer because of him again.

I could listen to your big brain all day

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

helloooo my dearest darling listeners, i am back on my soapbox to regale you all with the marvelous things i witnessed/experienced on my Whimsical As Fuck™️ three hour drive today. not necessarily in order <3

some cute does with bigass floppy ears / very sweet waitress who called me "hon" and put the most tasty looking crepes on my table / a pair of hawks divebombing a golden eagle / a kite (the bird) / a flock of magpies / some GORGEOUS scenery / a rainbow / lovely rain sprinklings / MORE gorgeous scenery, i mean what the fuck / fields of purple/orange/red tipped bushes / a meadow of buttercup-yellow very tall grass, in which many picturesque trees stood / lots of fluffy, adorable, tasty cows / a large herd of likely-feral horses with a wonderful variety of patterns & colors / the fluffiest husky ever / the juxtaposition of cold wind through an open window + warm sunlight / the most stunning snow-coated mountain of whites and blues in the sun, wreathed in clouds / no seriously some really fucking Gorgeous scenery, i was near tears with some of it

[skunkes]

thjat one post about going thru your entire life trying to avoid being yelled at❗❗❗❗

[wickjump]

i kinda want to live again

[wavetapper]

it's GENUINELY INSANE how phones literally halve in price A YEAR after their release. why do people buy new phones even are you not sick of it all