#the disease is old men yaoi

[hoetao]

do you ever feel like you just have to Keep Producing Posts. feels like getting the disease out of the system kinda.

[chibigrimmreaper]

"the portrait glassred drew" is so junmei coded its unreal. im frothing at the mouth.

[wings-of-flying]

for context

where's that post that talks about characters being divorced without ever being married. because that's michael and shawn the good place

[shadowfear-art]

Nika's Skin Madness au

(Toon Transformation but acts like a slow progressing madness sickness...)

Cross guild trio are after a group of thieves that owed them only to find their mangled bodies in an underground cavern.

It appears to be an abandoned blasphemous version of a 'Nika temple' and Crocodile being the one to catch a curse (or blessing, according to the creepy locals) that was placed on the area.

Before the fever his motor functions were a little off causing a clumsy-like behavior, mildly frustrating Crocodile. Buggy swears he hears distant random noises when these accidents happen (cartoon sound effects) a few other crew men can hear them too.

on the ship ride back Buggy and Mihawk have to watch as their loved one is deteriorating from this "disease"...

Reads like doomed old man yaoi but happy enough ending

[nekropsii]

[Re: Twitter Cancellation Ask Game]

Anons are live for this!! If everyone behaves, I may keep them on. Answering these in bulk for less spam.

Content Warning: Long.

@starlit1daydream

It's true. I don't even know what there is to defend about them. Not as in I can't see any reason to enjoy their characters - one could theoretically count me as a fan of all three of them, just not in a fandom way - but as in I literally don't know what kind of mental gymnastics people could pull to say they're good, defensible people. I know for Rufioh, it's that He's Hot and Damara Bad, but that doesn't compute in my head as a logical reason, even if it is a tangible and consistent one. There just isn't any math there. Kankri and Cronus aren't ever given consistent reasons for defense, so they're even more incalculable than Rufioh. Cronus is also given the He's Hot reason despite literally not being even remotely attractive, Abusiveness Aside. Fucked.

@time-was-over

People are mad at me about this consistently and I truly cannot think of a single thing more juvenile and liberal to be mad at. Never am I given a good reason to change my mind on Shipping Culture and Fandom being plagues.

"It's deeply misogynistic" gets the response of "Yeah <3" "It's deeply homophobic" gets the response of "Nuh uh! You're just saying that because you hate gay men, you homophobe!" "It's deeply aphobic" gets the response of, again, "Nuh uh! You're just saying that because you hate gay men, you homophobe!", but with added "God, I hope you kill yourself you fun-hating puritan." Lol!

Shipping Culture is a disease and I hope to see it get dismantled in my lifetime. This shit fucking sucks. Not a single brain cell is involved in it. Some of the most bigoted slop in the world is ejected from its gullet.

@memeticexistence

I don't think I have particularly hot takes about Eridan, I just don't woobify him because I do not crave to turn a genocidal incel into a perfect little pretty anime yaoi prince, and I frankly think it is weird how many people do that to his character. There's a lot being said with Eridan's existence, and it all seems to have flown over 99% of the fandom's heads because some people won't keep their dick in their pants about a 13-year-old alt-righter with Harry Potter inspiration plastered all over him. I do not particularly know what you mean by "Jane Truther". What is there to make conspiracies about regarding Jane's character? I don't post about her very often.

Classic. I have gotten yelled at about this on Tumblr as well. I have gotten yelled at for this several times. It's really cool, the way the particularly fandom-brained think. Misogyny is Good if it's a part of the method you Consume Content.

They are burning me at the stake for this daily. They're calling me Crispy Jim now, on account of the burnings. I look like beef jerky with limbs. Sad!

Tumblr has called me homophobic! Several times! Mostly because I said I don't really like DirkJake. Or shipping culture. I'm a grown ass aromantic man who likes horror, I do not want or need countless images of two teenage boys kissing fervently to feel represented. I have options. I can just watch a damn horror movie. Or Dragon Ball Z, or some other anime. Dragon Ball Z never fails me when it comes to aromantic homoeroticism between adult men. Horror movies also never fail me when it comes to homoeroticism between adult men. There are just more options in this world than fanfiction and fanart of teen boys kissing. I don't need it. It just makes me feel like a creep by looking at it half the time. God damn.

[one0p1nk]

Describe your friends in one sentence!

Note// Long as heck post ig. Phrases or quotes in a nutshell count as sentence right/lh

Yami// "Sobs,,, PINS, HELP???"

Beth// "Ah, baked goods aight."🌸

Klai// "Mhueheheheheheh" >;3😇

Joe// "EHHFBDBDBHDBDBDHDBDBDBBDB, MY BBGs omg;;;" 😭🥺 *proceeds to doom yaoi them*

Tae// "I fight with my demons all day and all night guys. Yippeee!!"🫶✨️

Sam// "Wh- why do I have a "yapper of the year" reward???"/ih

Sleepy// "I have eepy disease." ☺️☕️

Four// "take a break."🔫💥💥💥🥰

Skye// "I'm not o'glorious." *proceeds to girlboss gatekeep anyway*/pos/lh

Fifi// "Imma adopt you." (Fifi Plz no-)

Orange// "Hello." *does the sailor moon pose*lh

Anwyll// "omg pretty boys... now kiss-"🥰 (🫶🤝)

Mandi// "Hee hee hoo hoo, omg a spider- help." *gets helped to kill it*/ih

Kory// "I miss my wife guys,,, sobs,,, I'll come back soon---" *leaves in ant runaway*/ih

Lupi// "I'm not going to comedy jail again!!! You won't catch me!!!"

Emma// "Spill the tea, I'm listening babygurl."✨️💅

Al// "giggles giggles,,, brainrots everywhere and anywhere hee hee".

Clown// "I love my wifes and hubbys ill protect them with my life." 🐺🤡/ih

Boris// "I love old men. And old men kissing."/hj

Nakki// "Crazy? I was crazy once."/ref

Meito// "I have the urge to eat Isabela cake I'm sorry." (Literally edit a drawing of her getting bitten JDBDBFBFBF;;; just you wait I'll draw Lolo like a pirulín or something/lh)

[naiokenx10]

this is what happens when the ceo of throwing random men into a ship gets possessed by the old man yaoi disease

[meatwormsupreme]

Hello! Savvy intro post (for the fun and joy of it)

(read my carrd for a more compressed version of this info here :3)

This blog is intended primarily for reblogs, but also occasionally for silly things I make that I don’t know where to put otherwise… I have a main art blog where I post my own drawings (@wasteworm)!

I use #jamtag for any post that brings me a lot of joy, essentially a save/fav tag, as well as #jamcreations for the things i’ve made.

You can call me Jam (or James)… Though some may know me as Evan and that works fine too, I’d just prefer only people I’m close to use that name.

I use any pronouns, but he/him primarily! I will throw rocks at whatever ‘gender’ is. I am like if a zombie and an alien had a fucked up and absurd spawn.

I like a shitton of medias, including many different movies, shows, books, videogames, but I especially love SAW a very (un)normal amount. I enjoy a lot of horror media overall, fuck around and find out which. I love woobifying old men and toxic yaoi (within reason, of course).

I also really love the social sciences, space, bugs (and slugs), most of the worlds beautiful creatures, collecting items, CHERNOBYL AND THE COLD WAR, anatomical diagrams (anything to do with anatomy and dissection really), diseases and infection (and general health conditions), and a lot of other things I am a mental hoarder.

I also really really really LOVE MY GF ^_^ the Soup ever… My one and only eternal sidekick and warrior. They are the best and I smooch them gayly. @wizardofsoup let’s go 2 space 2gether ^3^!!!!!!!

Okayyyy thats all :DD thank you for reading if you did!!! 😗

[ge]

🎭— the title webtoon used for tang bo in the eng tl is so painful to me it hurts like fr. i didnt even know you could translate titles so weirdly but ... its alright

anyway, i recently got into some new media (lie, its an old ship i used to like), and i cant help but notice i have a recurring pattern of person a "silly/sunshine man who is either actually insanely dangerous/one of the most powerful men in the show/media" and person b "the nonchalant/grumpy guy who has to deal with the affections of person a (he likes it its ok)". ESPECIALLY if they're old man yaoi / middle aged man yaoi..... maybe i do indeed have a type

except this time at least person a isnt DEAD!!!!! although he did almost die... thrice.... and is severely injured... but we take the W

anyway live laugh love tangchung dangcheong <3

how did they even come up with shadow hand thats like not even close to the literal translation.. dark = shadow i guess but where did hand come from ..there are only so many ways u could translate jon (존) and hand is not one of them.... and wasnt the title they used for him in the asura tl shadow lord... just stupid im crying

i must say my tastes vary but at the moment im connecting some dots between the media im interested in currently and realizing 'old traumatized men that are so in love w each other with such a passionate desire that it borders on self destructive co dependency and obsession, were war buddies that went through massively tragic circumstances that ended up in one or both of their deaths' might be my thing....scratches ass.. isnt always and doesnt necessarily have to be old men but i fujo out more often than not i cant help it its a terminal disease

[theophagie-remade]

Do you like good omens? Bkdk coded old men yaoi (dramatic), some good lesbians, and funny stuff there.

I did watch the series when it came out, but... I don't remember anything about it adkkfgn shitty memory disease. But in general I'm a bit iffy with angel/demon stuff unless it's tackled in certain ways, so it wasn't exactly my cup of tea to begin with. I have seen some crossover art around though, I'm happy that people are having fun with it :3

[mlynar-nearl]

Młynar n Toland got me so fucking unwell I’m writing for the first time in 8 years, old men yaoi really is a infectious disease. 😔 Got infected from your fics, godspeed.

[warlenys]

This is fun. Round 3, RPF edition. Same rules. One stays, three go. These are the four main ones:

Phan

Glob

Willowen

SheenTennant

Two honourable mentions since I don't know exactly where they stand with you (SheenTennant too tbh, lol).

WilliamCowell (Idk if they really are all that important to you)

Robespierre x Revolution (Since I assume putting it would nuke others, no questions. Tried to find how you tag it, but couldn't, and my memory failed me too, lol. Or was it not Revolution, but some other dude, or hell even France?)

oh my god so i wanna say ok phan are my beginnings but i actually think my beginnings are david walliams and simon cowell. i think they fucked me up at like 9 years old. taught me the word queerbaiting. phan was 12 before i knew i was gay at all watched them and went oh these guys homos right. for the others yeah shennant is fun but yeah it’s not Serious to me i do sincerely hope they’re swinging though but then right the robespierre one is mainly robespierre and saint-just and man. doomed yaoi of all time x3 they loved each other but each loved the revolution more and their love for the revolution took them away from each other they were in different carriages. on their way to the guillotine. they used to hold hands in the street. if i think about them i just cry. willowen is largely one sided for me i deeply care about mark owen and the millions of songs he’s written about robbie but feel far less about whatever robbie might feel about mark so i feel like i can’t keep that cause it’s mainly just fun for proving mark’s clearly existing bisexuality but he’s gay in so many other ways like he can’t interact with a gay man without flirting with them so i think i could live without it although man i’d miss being able to rpf out when i hear shine on the radio and then right glob. disease of a fucking ship. plague. don’t care about them or what they’re doing don’t want them to even be happy necessarily but they make me feel like a baby seeing colours for the first time man life would be so much less fun without glob but also well freeing probably. sick of caring about those old men would be glad to get rid of them. lie. or well can’t tell whether it is a lie. would probably be for the better to lose them though. then yeah phan. gonna be 10 years of watching them this year maybe the best thing to ever happen to me was them coming out and Now now?? we Still don’t know…. and they play into it…. best parasocial relationship in the world. queerbaiting rpf but with people who are actually gay and living together and soulmates and hate you and love you and know you know and know you know they know you know it’s like pinnacle of conscious queerbait and it’s Real so yeah would absolutely be phan couldn’t be anything else but i’d miss the shit out of saintspierre and glob might leave a hole in my heart for whatever fucking reason maybe actually a whole in like my liver. and i’d miss the shit out of fujoing out over shine

[abri-chan]

Hey again

I agree with most of what you said especially with the fanart depicting Shunuki first love in the academy. I mean of I were to ship them I would assume that maybe they fell in love after they graduated or during that time they became captains.

Oh and I also think that Juu has a more masculine aura than Shunsui. Heck he even uses the pronoun 'ore' (which is used in a rough or manly manner) whenever he refers to himself and Shunsui uses 'boku' (used by younger men or men who are humble something like that). Yeah Shunsui would be a lot of work on a daily basis.

One more thing I would like to point out is how good Juu would look like pregnant. I know he would want to have a family with wife and kids but it would be nice if he had that option too. Personally, I don't ship him with any of the shinigami females. I did see potential between him and Yoruich in the beginning of the SS arc and that omake where he was stripped half naked by soifon and Yoruichi found him like that later. She also helped free him from the tree so I wonder how the convo went at that time.

Yeah Nanao deserves someone who will not make her work as tho she's his mother. She needs to be protected 😔 I don't have anything much to say about her mother tho except for the fact that I want to see more scenes of her when the episode comes out

Reminds me of one of those brave souls events with the umbrellas, he looks so pregnant in that kimono he was wearing. (Women please get this man pregnant asap thank you.) I can see why people ship him with Shunsui because they're best friends, and also I suppose it is suspicious to be hundreds of years old and single. A male bachelor was considered gay. But let's remember women had no choice but to marry, so unfortunately we forget how gay women lived in Victorian times. (There is some good fanart or doujins out there of juushun tho, gotta give credit when credit is due.)

Yaoi also has this issue of roleplaying hetero relationships at times, and making the uke (stand in for the woman in this case) smaller than they are in canon, so the seme can look larger because they're the stand in for the man... I do not like that very much. I can see why Ukitake is thinner than Shunsui because of his disease and all, but I've seen yaoi that will remove all muscles from a man who's muscular in canon. It's like they're feminizing him or whatever, and sometimes they remove feminine traits from the seme that exist in the original.

Do you ship Juushiro with any male characters? Or if at all? (Well there's also reader and OCs out there, so we can find someone for him. )

That's why Jugram is perfect for Nanao, he will serve her and not be a burden. And he's the opposite of her uncle both physically and in personality lol, it's like light and day. I also hope to see more of the mom; it seems my reading of her is quite different from the fandom.

***

I wonder if Shunsui's speech has to do with him being a younger brother/son, that's interesting. He's not humble, well at least not as a young man. He starts off cocky then trauma gets to him. So it's interesting if he uses that speech pattern to be cute in some way. He seems to care about peacocking to women.

I laughed my ass off when he acted bratty to Ukitake: once the spar ended up a tie, he said "nice going buddy, you're not bad". Shunsui you got your ass handed by a sick man who would have won probably if he weren't sick. And you still have the audacity to be cocky? Emotional or mind games are truly part of how he intimidates his opponents fr.

[kharmii]

From the tags:

Conservative people can be sexual deviants. We either don't advertise ourselves politically or else we are low key about it. I'm the outlier because I don't gaf and I'm out of my got-damned mind.

"Unreserved Scientific Claims"

We're talking about something that's an ongoing human science experiment. How many of these surgeries were performed on amials first? How many lab animals were given hormones of the opposite sex? Is that even possible? We're still in the 'fuck around and see where this goes' stage. Oh look! Does that 18-year-old have brittle bone disease from starting hrt too young? Did he die from a perforated colon getting his rot pocket put in? I suppose that can happen. Load up the next batch of 13-year-olds!

This is why the right needs to start engaging in their own lawfare. Since we can't charge the ghouls who do 'gender affirming care' with crimes against humanity yet, at the very least, the victims should be able to sue them into bankruptcy and permanent ruination. Just because mentally ill trans people existed throughout history, it doesn't make mutilation ethical.

Also trans people are not a "trend", and by the logic that God gives us a "perfect body", why do people have to wear glasses or hearing aids or why do people get cancer.

False equivalency. If you don't treat cancer, the person will decline and die. Even with treatment, they still might die. A trans person will just develop as normal without treatment. With proper therapy, their minds should heal from whatever dysfunction, usually a comorbidity with being autistic or whatever personality disorder they are afflicted with. Treat those first and the trans issue should sort itself out along the way.

-And yes, trans people are perverts. It's common for men to dress up as women as a kink. Most of the women on this site reading yaoi have a kink more than a condition. -And the founders of the trans movement were all mentally ill dysfunctional people.

ETA: Also, it makes sense that identical twins -genetic copies of each other- would have the same scent and flavor. I'm sure there are variables that might cause a slight difference, but the blueprint is the same.

This Kind of Shit

(Sung to the tune of Blame it by Jamie Foxx) "....Blame it on the ADHD got me acting silly, blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-aspergers. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-aspergers...."

DISCLAIMER: People been telling me that just because I'm into a guy hauling out his huge meaty man-drill to frack for oil in his own twin brother's ass, it means I'm not allowed to criticize other shit. *throws hands up* Excuse me! Last time I checked I'm allowed to do whatever tf I want. It's the internet! I find it offensive that dumb-ass monster-fuckers and abo enthusiasts are allowed to criticize me for enjoying something that is seen as morally reprehensible in the context of it happening irl, and yet I'm not allowed to, say, complain that morbidly obese two-dick werewolf cumflation porn is fucking stupid.

I'm inspired to write some things that a lot of people might find extremely offensive, but I'll put it all under a cut. Read or don't read, idc. First of all, it has been.....what? A week? Two weeks? Every day for however long, the same user keeps 'liking' my old dark!fic doujin post from like a year ago. -Not sure if it's a glitch, or if the person is making a point of 'unliking' the post, then 're-liking' it every single day, but it has been showing up on my activity every day for weeks.

The person doing it doesn't even post Subway Bosses, or they haven't been recently. They're into a Genshin Impact ship that reminds me of Emmet/Volo because of the coloring. I wish I was into it because the Trainwreckshipping tag is slow lately, possibly because a bunch of crybully antis took a joke ship that a handful of people are into and made it into a moral issue. Emmet wanting to fistfight God and getting Volo instead is ABUSE yo! Now the timid people are afraid to post about it for fear of being *gasp* bad people!

Side note: Some of the people who hate trainwreckshipping are the same people who woobify Volo for supposedly being indigenous coded, like similar to Ainu people. Wrong-o. The Diamond and Pearl Clan people are indigenous coded. Volo is more like an immortal remnant of a forgotten people who worshipped gods millennia ago that nobody modern has heard of. The song Temple of Ekur reminds me of him, like he could be all, "I come from the bloodline of Gilgamesh who was seeded on earth by space aliens!" (Gilgamesh because he traveled to the underworld to retrieve a friend who perished in war whose corpse he callously threw over the edge of a wall during the heat of battle. It's a parallel to Volo going to the distortion world to communicate with Giratina).

Anyway, I made that particular post a year ago when Blankshipping was still fun but just starting to get overwhelmed with doggie-dick mutilation, bad-outcome pron. I was kind of excited about that particular doujin because I hadn't been exposed to a lot of unpleasant content yet, so it was an exciting variety, like oooooooo.....a bit on the dark side! Now lets go back to healthy, feel-good posting because it wears on the soul to constantly wallow in misery and negativity. A year later, and blankshipping is still doggie-dicks and mutilation pron. -Stuff like this:

Side note: Dog-fuckers need to play twincest a lot smoother. I like 'fuck my own brother' smut as much as the next degenerate, but I'm not going to write one guy getting sentimental and romantic about the scent of his own brother's ass, especially since it would smell the same as his own ass because identical twins are genetic copies of the same person. That's why I write poly or fluff with a slight touch of incest. If Emmet was to have a/b/o coded undescended testicles and womb rerouted into his bunghole, it would have to be by choice, the way transgender people mutilate their own genitals irl. Dogs are idiots irl though. A male dog will go crazy over the scent of his own sister's heat and pound incest puppies into her in a hot minute.

-Aaaaaaand that is the crux of all this gross crap in fandom. The worst of it is transgender mutilated genital coded from people who glorify transitioning, even though it's outright hubris for a person to take the perfect body god gave them and butcher it so they end up with a wound that constantly smells of death and feces as their body desperately tries to heal something it sees biologically as an aberration...a wound that needs to heal but for some reason, the trans individual chooses to keep it festering. There's a Twitter showing the grotesque consequences of real people who have mutilated themselves and suffer the consequences in the worst way possible. People need to read this to know what is going on with this horrific trend being pushed in the gay community.

I feel bad for them. They've been tricked into doing something to themselves that is a horror beyond comprehension. Many of them will walk around smelling like rotting corpses who shit themselves before death (not to mention they take hormones they have no business taking that give them symptoms of schizophrenia and bipolar). The people doing these surgeries and/or condoning this culture should be punished severely for these science experiments on humans. History will not look kindly on this. What ever happened to 'trans' people just being cross-dressing perverts with normal genitalia? Why was that so wrong?

Anyway, I think a lot of the creepy gross content in fandom lately is probably trans coded, but in the way that doesn't make it look good.

[girlytips]

I feel like japanese people DO reclaim words/insults (ie: the word fujoshi, regardless of your feeling on the community itself.) To argue that reclaiming isn't something japanese people do is kind of orientalist and othering.

It's a common misconception that "fujoshi" has been reclaimed when it still has the same negative meaning, being "unmarriable" and "rotten" for their interests in fictional content. For people interested in BL and yaoi topics, the term "BL fan" is commonly used by those who don't want to align themselves with the meaning of fujoshi instead. Most "examples" of Japanese reclamation are like this- insults (not slurs) that some people use because they agree that they fit the bill while people upset by stereotyping use a different word (otaku to wota, fujoshi to BL fan, etc).

I get a lot of comments from people who are not from Japan claiming that pointing out cultural differences is "othering", which in my opinion seems a little more disrespectful than simply mentioning that cultural differences are present between Japan and the countries I typically get readers from. When doing my own research for years in this community, I prioritize the voices of Japanese people who wear the fashions originating from their country. This has been especially true when we wrote our big article on the history of stereotypes in Girly, which was reviewed by a Japanese friend who has been in the menhera (mental health support and art) movement and wearing Girly for over a decade, and used Japanese sources by actual Japanese people almost exclusively. It's not dehumanizing to say that some cultural practices surrounding words, specifically slurs, are present in English speaking cultures but not Japan and need to be noted in order to have context.

That being said, we do get bothered by the fact some people seem to think that it's dehumanizing or racist to point out that certain practices are not present in Japan and we have even been told that the practice of reclaiming slurs for groups you belong to isn't a cultural or linguistic trait but instead a "human trait". The implications that unless Japanese people conform to Western conventions of language evolution, they are "others" or just not exhibiting the "natural human behaviors" surrounding slurs seem far more racist to me than simply acknowledging that the cultural practices surrounding slurs and the amount of respect (or lack thereof) given to mentally ill people in Japan should be taken into account.

This issue seems to coincide with the fact that until this whole "landmine isnt offensive because people use it" line of thinking by westerners looking to profit off of whatever tags are most popular at a given time, the fact that Japanese society sees mentally ill people as undeserving of the little respect even other minorities get in Japan and are seen as a fetish or a disease was well known and well discussed in communities surrounding anime, jfashion, manga, and Japanese games. However, as soon as an instance of this discrimination, fetishization, and lack of respect is "cute", suddenly people are acting like Japanese people can do no wrong and cannot be a part of the problem so long as they are attractive and fashionable. It is incredibly infantilizing to say the issue can't be a big deal anymore just because Japanese women can be part of the problem and can do no wrong. The willingness of the non-Japanese communities surrounding Japanese art and culture to turn a blind eye towards a deadly social issue that they've been openly discussing since the 90s just because they have realized that it's not just old men who are contributing to an ableist society really speaks volumes to me when it comes to whether or not a lot of people who consume Japanese culture care about Japanese people who aren't celebs or influencers.

That's my two cents on the topic. The blog has been mostly running in queue and reblogs by my friend over at girlyholic while I've been busy in my personal life, but I should be back to running the blog full-time by the end of next week. - ribon

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 2

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 2 - This Venerable One Lives

"My heart is like still water / Unexpectedly, the spring pierced through the cold night. Could it be the gods' pity of valley grass / For fear of the cold and windy earth?"

The clear and crisp opera singer's voice reached his ears, the words resembling jewels, but it made Mo Ran's head ache. The blood vessels in the side of his head were throbbing.

"What is this noise? What creature is making this sound? Come here and let me beat the bastard off the mountain!"

After he finished shouting, Mo Ran was suddenly hit with a shocking realization.

. . . Wasn't he dead?

Hate, pain, hurt and suffering all caused his chest to hurt. Mo Ran snapped his eyes open.

Before dying, all the feelings associated with it blew away like snow in the wind. He found himself lying on a bed. It wasn't a bed on Life-Death Peak; this bed had decorations of dragons and painted phoenixes. The wood had a heavy smell of makeup, the old bedding faded pinks and purples embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. It was the type of bed a prostitute would sleep on.

". . ."

Mo Ran lay stiff for a moment.

He knew where this was.

This was a tile-place near Life-Death Peak.

This "tile-place" could be better classified as a brothel, coming from the idea of roof-tiles "coming together and separating," referring to the guests and prostitutes uniting then parting on good terms.

When Mo Ran was young, for a while he was very promiscuous. He spent over ten days every month sleeping at this brothel. However, this brothel had been sold when he was in his 20s and turned into a wine store, so how did he wake up in a store that hadn't existed for many years?

Could it be that he was so cruel in his lifetime and hurt countless young men and women that the King of the Underworld sentenced him to be reincarnated in a brothel and work to bring in clients himself?

His mind reeling, Mo Ran unconsciously rolled over.

Only to be met with a sleeping face.

". . ."

What the hell! Why was a man sleeping next to him?

And a naked man on top of that!

This man was young with soft facial features. His appearance was delicate and cute to the point it was hard to tell whether he was male or female.

Mo Ran's face is still but his heart is racing. He stared for a while at the pale sleeping face and he suddenly remembered.

Wasn't this the male prostitute that he liked when he was young? The one named Rong San?

Or was it Rong Jiu?

It doesn't really matter. That's not what's important. What mattered was that this man was supposed to contract a venereal disease and died many years ago. His bones should already be decayed.

However, at this moment, he was alive, tenderly nestled on his side, the blanket pulled down, his shoulders and necks exposing an arrangement of bruises, bluish and purple.

With a sullen face, Mo Ran lifted the blanket and glanced down.

". . ."

Whether this man is Rong Jiu or Rong San, let's go with Rong Jiu, his figure was covered in small welts made from a whip, and around his pale, jade-like thigh, were several red strings wrapped tightly.

Touching his chin, Mo Ran sighed to himself: What an interesting boy.

He looked at this exquisite rope work, this skillful technique, this familiar picture.

Did he fucking tie this himself??!!

He is a cultivator of immortality and seemingly has a taste rebirth. At this moment, he couldn't help but start to doubt that he seemed to be truly be alive again.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was badly worn, but in the dim yellow instrument, he could still see his own face.

At the time of death, Mo Ran was thirty-two years old. It's been a while since he saw himself, but the face of the man in the mirror at this moment was the face of a child. He saw a young man’s arrogance in the handsome eyebrows. But the appearance was of someone who was fifteen or sixteen years old.

There was no one else in the bedroom. So the tyrant of generations in the realm of cultivation, the bully in Shuzhong, the emperor of the human world, the lord of life and death, bit the bullet after a long period of silence, and honestly expressed his inner feelings.

"Fuck."

This exclamation awakened the hazy Rong Jiu.

The beauty sat up lazily, and the thin embroided blanked draped on his body slid down her shoulders, revealing a dazzling pale chest. His frame was caged with soft long hair. He raised a pair of peach-blossom eyes, seeming sleepy and dazed, rimmed with a tinge of red.

"Um... Young Master Mo, you're up so early today."

Mo Ran said nothing. More than ten years ago, he really liked androgynous figures like Rong Jiu, but nowadays, as the thirty-two-year-old Lord TaXian, how could he ever have thought this was attractive? His brain must have been kicked by a donkey to find a face like this pleasant.

"Did you have a nightmare because you didn't sleep well last night?"

This person has already died, is that enough of a nightmare for you?

Rong Jiu picked up on his silence, and that he was in a bad mood. He got up out of bed, came to the carved wooden window, and hugged Mo Ran from behind.

"Young Master Mo, why aren't you paying attention to me? What's got you so stunned, ignoring everyone?"

Mo Ran went blue in the face holding in his remarks at the hug. He wanted nothing more than to peel this bastard off his back and slap him ten times over across the head but he held himself back.

He was still a little dazed and didn't understand the situation.

After all, if he were really born again, he was still engaging in certain activities with Rong Jiu yesterday, and he woke up with a bruised nose and swollen face because of it. This kind of behavior is no different from suffering from mental illness. It is not appropriate, completely inappropriate.

After Mo Ran collected himself a bit, he asked casually, "What month and day is today?"

Rong Jiu was taken aback, then smiled and said, "The fourth day of May."

"The thirty-third year in the cycle?"

"That was last year, and this year is the thirty-fourth year. Young Master Mo is really a noble man who forgets things, always living in the past."

The thirty-fourth year. . .

Mo Ran's eyes darkened, his thoughts zooming around in his head.

The thirty-fourth year Mo Ran was sixteen years old and had been recognized by the Lord of Life-Death Peak as a long-lost nephew for just over a year now. Because of this, he went from being a mangy stray dog that can be easily deceived to a phoenix in the branches.

So does this mean he has really been reborn?

Or was it all a big empty dream happening after his death?

Rong Jiu smiled. "Young Master Mo, you must be hungry and disoriented. You don't even remember the days. You stay here, I'll go to the kitchen and bring you some food. How about the fried flatbread?"

Right now, Mo Ran had just been reborn, and he still doesn't know how to deal with all this, but there should be nothing wrong with acting like he used to. So he recalled his romantic persona from back then, endured the nausea, and put on a grin as he pinched Rong Jiu's leg.

"Sounds great. Bring me a bowl of congee, too. You can come back and feed me."

Rong Jiu put on his clothes and left. After a while, he returned with a wooden tray, on which was a bowl of pumpkin congee, two fried flatbreads, and an extra side dish.

Mo Ran was a bit hungry and was about to grab some bread to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pulled away his hand. "I'll feed it to you," he said sultrily.

". . ."

Rong Jiu picked up a piece of bread and sat on Mo Ran's lap. He wore a thin robe, and he didn't wear anything underneath. His slender thighs were spread apart and pressed against the Mo Ran's skin. He couldn't help but rub on him ambiguously. The attempt at seduction was clear.

Mo Ran stares at Rong Jiu's face for a while.

Rong Jiu thought this meant he was getting aroused, and said, "What do you always look at me like this? The food is getting cold."

Mo Ran stayed quiet for a moment, remembering the good things that Rong Jiu had done with him in his last life. He slowly rubbed the corner of his mouth with a sweet smile, with an incomparable smile as he recalled the things that Rong Jiu did behind his back.

As Lord TaXian, he had done a lot of disgusting things. If he wanted to, no matter how disgusting it was, he could do it. This right now was nothing more than improvisation. It was basically child's play.

Mo Ran leaned back on the chair comfortably, and smiled: "Sit here."

"I'm. . . I'm sitting right here."

"You know where I'm telling you to sit."

Rong Jiu blushed, tripping on his words: "So hasty. Young Master Mo won't at least wait until he's finished eating...Ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he was forcibly pulled up by Mo Ran, moved forward, and pressed down again. Rong Jiu's hands shook, and the bowl of congee fell to the ground. As he panted, he added in a low voice, "Master Mo, this bowl..."

"Leave it alone."

"That. . . Shouldn't you eat something first... mm... ah..."

"Aren't I eating right now?" Mo Ran held his waist, flashing a pair of dark eyes. The charming face of Rong Jiu and his exposed neck was reflected in his pupils.

In his past life, he was especially willing to kiss those blushing lips when they were together. After all, this young man is pretty, cute, and can say things that made his heart move. It would be a lie to say that he never felt anything towards him at all.

However, knowing what Rong Jiu did with his mouth behind his back, Mo Ran felt that this mouth had a foul smell and he no longer had any interest in kissing it anymore.

There are many differences between the thirty-two-year-old Mo Ran and the fifteen-year-old Mo Ran.

For example, when he was fifteen years old, he knew gentleness in his love affairs, but as a thirty-two-year-old, there was only violence left.

After they finished the act, he looked at Rong Jiu, who was breathing heavily and was so exhausted that he had passed out. With a pair of dark eyes filled with undercurrents, he narrowed those eyes, looking like he was smiling sweetly. He looked good when he smiled, his pupils extremely dark and deep, and, from certain angles, they seemed to be smeared with a layer of luxurious dark purple. At this moment, he smiled and grabbed Rong Jiu's hair. He dragged the unconscious man by his hair to the couch, and picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, hanging it over Rong Jiu's face.

He always avenged himself for the smallest of offences, and this was no different.

Thinking of how he helped give Rong Jiu business in his previous life, how he even wanted to redeem him, and how Rong Jiu threw himself at others behind his back, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes and place the sharp ceramic shard on Rong Jiu's cheek.

This person's business depended on his face and body. Without his face, he was nothing.

This pretty man would have to live on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, kicked by boots, run over, scolded and cast aside, ahh... Even imagining it gave him a rush of excitement. Even the nausea of ​​knowing he had just fucked the man had disappeared.

Mo Ran's smile became even more lovely.

Adding some pressure to his cheek, a trace of bright red blood oozed out.

The unconscious man seemed to feel the pain. With a hoarse voice, he groaned softly, teardrops still hung on his eyelashes, looking pitiful.

Mo Ran's hand suddenly stopped.

He thought of an old friend.

". . ."

Then, he suddenly realized what he was doing now. He froze for a few seconds, and finally slowly lowered his hand.

It was really just his habit of doing evil. He had forgotten that he had been born again.

Right now, nothing had happened yet, the cruel act hasn't been committed, and that person. . . hadn't died yet. Why should he walk the old, cruel path again if he has the chance to start over?

He sat down with a foot on the edge of the bed and casually played with the broken porcelain in his hand. The fried flatbread still on the table caught his eye. He brought it over, peeled off the greased paper, and started eating, mouth getting covered in crumbs, and lips greasy.

This flatbread is the special dish of this tile-place, and it really wasn't that good. Compared with the delicacies and delicious meals he tasted later in life, this was almost like chewing wax. However, after the tile-place was shut down, Mo Ran never tasted those flatbreads again. At this moment, the familiar taste of the flatbread returned to the tip of his tongue came back to him.

Every time Mo Ran swallowed a mouthful, it made the reality of being reborn seem more and more plausible.

After he had finished all the bread, he finally recovered from his initial confusion.

He really had been reborn.

All the evil in his life, all the actions he could never erase, hadn't yet happened.

He never killed Uncle and Aunt, he didn't massacre the 72 cities, never deceived his Shizun and family, didn't get married, didn't. . .

No one was dead yet.

He smacked his mouth, licking his white teeth. He could feel the tiny joy in his chest rapidly growing, a kind of excitement that churned like a stormy sea. He was a brilliant man during his lifetime and had dabbled in all Three Forbidden Techniques of the human world. He was sufficiently proficient in the other two Forbidden Techniques, however, despite his intelligence, he was unable to master the final technique, "rebirth."

Unexpectedly, things that he couldn't ask for in life were coming true after death.

All the unwillingness, depression, and loneliness in front of him, all these unreconciled emotions, still resided in his chest, the events at Life-Death Peak lit by the firelight and the scene of the army's siege were still fresh in his mind.

He really hadn't wanted to live at that time. Everyone said that he clashed with everyone and it was his fault that his friends and family were driven away. In the end, he felt like he were a walking corpse, bored and so lonely.

But something must have gone wrong for him, a heinous person like himself could actually get a chance to start all over again.

Why should he ruin Rong Jiu's face in order to avenge some old grudge from the past?

Rong Jiu loved money most of all. Not paying him for this encounter and stealing some silver ingots would be enough. He didn't want to ruin his life over this.

"I'm going easy on you, Rong Jiu."

Mo Ran said with a smile, his fingertips moving and the porcelain was thrown out of the window.

Then, he helped himself to all of Rong Jiu's valuables and put them all in his own pocket. He figured this was a good time to clean up, so he slowly tidied himself up and left the tile-place.

Uncle and Aunt, cousin Xue Meng, Shizun, and. . .

Thinking of that person, Mo Ran's eyes softened instantly.

Senior Brother, I have come to find you.

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