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가시연 (Gashiyeon)

Fan: I read the fanfic Thorn Year (Korean Yunjae fanfic), have Jaejoong and Yunho read it? I am crying already, its too tragic

Jaejoong: Doesn’t that contain mature content? How old are you, you read it already?

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This story 가시연 (Gashiyeon), is famously known internationally as Thorn Year. However 가시연 actually loosely translates to Thorn Lily. Gashiyeon actually means ‘Lily with a thorn’ or 'You’re the one who should love my thorn’. The title is believed to be chosen based on the premise that despite the problems Jaejoong causes, Yunho is the only one who puts up with and forgives him. Jaejoong is seen as the Lily with thorns. Beautiful but dangerous.

This story consist of three parts:

천애둔략 (Reduced Horizon) - Prequel

 가시연 (Thorn Lily) - Main Story

여우의 요람 (Fox’s Cradle) - Sequel

CONTINUE READING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE STORY, THE LITERARY ELEMENTS, FAN QUOTES, AND THE TRUE GENIUS BEHIND MAIO’S “가시연”.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION LINKS, FULL ENGLISH TRANSLATION PDF (compiled by yoonje), CHINESE, ORIGINAL KOREAN, OST, AND  LINKS ARE PROVIDED AT THE END OF THIS POST.

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Worship (2452 words) by eirenical

Li Lianhua went still, waiting for the next insult, the next threat, the next degradation… but there was nothing. A whisper of cloth-on-cloth was all that betrayed Shan Gudao's location, fidgeting slowly back and forth in place. Then, so quietly that Li Lianhua almost didn't hear it, Shan Gudao muttered under his breath, a slight rasp in his voice that spoke of some heightened emotion, "I could put you on your knees right now."

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Tags, detailed warnings, and notes below the cut.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi/Shan Gudao Characters: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Shan Gudao Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, (this is a YMMV dubcon), (see notes for details), Blow Jobs, Unhealthy Relationships, Pining, Impotence, Power Imbalance, Chains, Imprisonment, Blindness, Fantasizing, Insults, Hair-pulling, Subspace, Aftercare, (at least a little)

September 13, 2024: The relationship between Li Lianhua and Shan Gudao is so deliciously messy that I can't help but want to pick it apart to see what makes it tick. This was born of watching episode 38 a few too many times. Something about the way that Shan Gudao threatens to drive Li Lianhua to his knees... 😏 Thus this fic. XD Enjoy? ^_^

Detailed warnings: As I noted in the tags, this is a YMMV dubcon situation. Li Lianhua has been fantasizing about Shan Gudao since he was very young and it's his idea to drop to his knees and offer the blowjob, and it's Shan Gudao who initially hesitates. Li Lianhua is most enthusiastically into it. But he's also chained up in Jiao Liqiuao's dungeon and Shan Gudao has life-or-death kind of power over him in this instance. So, that's up to you where you decide this falls on the dubcon/not dubcon scale?

Tagging people who expressed interest by commenting on/reblogging the other post (feel free to ask me to untag you if you'd rather not be tagged): @philologicalbat @ilgaksu @paerlia @omgpurplefattie

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Just came out of the theaters from watching Deadpool & Wolverine

*fucking sobbing* ThAt WaS a CineMatIC MasTRpIecE!!!!!!

*plays NCYNC and Madona at the same time*

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ive seen gay sex straighter then whatever was going on in that fucking honda odyssey

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After finishing Thousand Autumns Vol 3, ummmm Shen Qiao I think it’s time you admit u wanna fuck that evil old man??? Like…feeding him soup with your mouth…crying your eyes out to the point of enlightenment so you can have a chance to go and save him…deeply mourning his split personality that was sweet to you…my brother in Dao u wanna fuck that old man so bad???

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A story like Thousand Autumns is very subtle in its romance.

Shen Qiao has only ever known his sect. He knows it very well, because of this fact. He knows the people, he knows the rules, he knows the daily doings and who is doing them. He knows every blade of grass and every stone. He’s like a lonely mountain flower, on the highest peak, unseen by any but a few birds and unknowing that there’s more it might never know.

When he finds himself away from his sect for the first time, he’s confused. At most, he’s gone to the base of the mountain, maybe the fields surrounding that, but no further. The flower was plucked and tossed aside.

For a man stumbling blindly in the world, literally and figuratively, there really isn’t a better guide than one that knows just about everything. And that’s, without a doubt, Yan Wushi.

Yan Wushi has lived longer than Shen Qiao, has been more places than Shen Qiao, and has fought more battles than Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi is the perfect example of something out of reach even for someone out of reach. He’s the only one who could answer any questions asked of him, but especially the questions that Shen Qiao would want to ask him.

And there’s no question in my mind that Yan Wushi doesn’t fall for Shen Qiao at first sight, but he’s certainly attracted to him. Not in an overtly sexual or emotional way, but Yan Wushi, the way his character is set up? It’s impossible for him not to be fascinated by Shen Qiao.

He knows Shen Qiao is the very picture of a peerless immortal. He’s well aware that Shen Qiao is considered untouchable by even the people closest to Shen Qiao. He’s most aware that Shen Qiao is Qi Fengge’s (coughhndisputedcough) favourite disciple, and honestly that’s enough for him to overwhemingly want to mess with Shen Qiao.

There are a lot of reasons for Yan Wushi to fall for Shen Qiao. Most of the people in the novel fall for Shen Qiao, after all, there is a precedent.

But the one I’ve seen questioned is Shen Qiao’s affection for Yan Wushi. Where does it come from? When did it start? Does Shen Qiao even fucking like that asshole?

The easy answer is: yes, he does. The novel tells us that. Shen Qiao, despite everything, does fall for Yan Wushi’s, um, “charms” in the end. This is made clear.

But why? A thousand voices cry out. Why the fuck would any reasonable person like Yan goddamn Wushi in any capacity?

Well, there’s your first mistake. Shen Qiao is not a reasonable person.

Shen Qiao as a character is absolutely terrifying. He could absolutely destroy the world given half the inclination, but he just doesn’t want to. He’s already considered unmatched before he’s pushed unceremoniously off of a mountain, and his journey only increases his strength. He isn’t quite equal to Yan Wushi, but he’s the only person Yan Wushi ever sees as equal to himself.

Shen Qiao’s best and worst trait is his patience. He’s unwavering. He really just embodies taoism, especially as it’s presented in the novels. He is the picture of a river that doesn’t stray from its path.

Which is why it’s hard for him to reconcile his own attraction to Yan Wushi, but let’s all be clear here. Yan Wushi absolutely starts seducing Shen Qiao on day fucking one. If he could’ve (if Qi Fengge hadn’t been there) he would’ve tried to eat that cabbage when it was just a little sprout. Shen Qiao is unpracticed in most social interactions, to be frank, but he’s especially unused to romance and Yan Wushi really is his first introduction to being hit on.

Yan Wushi is far from good, at really any point, to anybody but especially to Shen Qiao. But that doesn’t particularly matter because Shen Qiao chooses to forgive him, again and again. And I really think, after giving Shen Qiao to a confirmed terrible, awful person who has already promised to do terrible thing to Shen Qiao, that Shen Qiao himself wouldn’t forgive literally anyone else for doing that. And he shouldn’t, because it was really fucked up, but that still doesn’t matter because Shen Qiao ultimately DOES forgive Yan Wushi.

What am I saying? I’m saying that Shen Qiao fell for Yan Wushi first. It is the only way the story makes any sense. Shen Qiao is annoyed at him, he’s furious at him, he’s so fucking pissed he could kill that man, but he likes him. He likes Yan Wushi’s company. He likes that Yan Wushi gives him a challenge. He’s exasperated, but he likes it.

Shen Qiao forgives Yan Wushi SO MANY TIMES. Yan Wushi humiliates him and mocks him and is the absolute worst, but Shen Qiao forgives him and more than that, Shen Qiao always is waiting for Yan Wushi to come back to bother him more.

Is there more to Shen Qiao’s attraction? Probably. Is it a daddy kink? It could be. But I honestly can’t help but read it as Shen Qiao falling for the absolute pits of a man that is Yan Wushi. Shen Qiao likes that old bastard and decides to spend the rest of his life with the fucker and he is just too much of a block of ice to show it.

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Qiang Jin Jiu: Retold in Memes

Shen Zechuan at the start of the novel:

Xiao Chiye greeting his husband for the first time:

Everyone trying to convince Emperor Xiande to execute Shen Zechuan because obvs this tortured fifteen year old is too dangerous to live:

Xiao Chiye pointed to himself. “Am I not a caged man too?”

Lu Guangbai and Zhao Hui said in unison. “Good for you.”

Shen Zechuan to Xiao Chiye when he is asked to bark like a dog:

Gao Zhongxiong and the other students when Shen Zechuan is released from the temple:

The Night Hunt where Xiao Chiye has everyone disguised as Prince Chu:

Xiao Chiye when he sees Lanzhou’s perfect nape:

Shen Zechuan to Xiao Chiye:

Meng whenever Xiao Chiye and Shen Zechuan bathe together:

The Empress Dowager vs. everyone in the entire royal court:

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Ophelia by John Everett Millais (1852)

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer (1665)

The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci (1498)

The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo (1512)

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This is literally the only fic I actively seek out for every few months to check for an update. It’s genuinely so well written I would wait ten years and more if I have to to see it complete. I don’t even bother getting back into wangxian I just need to read this work of art. Thank you so much for writing this 🩷

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow (27)

Rating: M

Words: 13,000

Warnings: descriptions of suicide, injury/blood, Wei Wuxian's general trauma.

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I feel like the fact Merlin is trending again shows people would absolutely be receptive to the modern day season 6. Can you IMAGINE a Merlin where they look like THIS

Like I think the fandom is still present enough for it

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These exercises help you to save time, but still benefit from muscle mass. By performing combination exercises you are safely building mass in half the time of a normal workout. Combination exercises are also beneficial for increasing intensity and burning body fat through post-exercise oxygen consumption (EPOC).

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Chosen Cages, Wings of Pages 

A little idea I had about reading books as a form of escapism

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Hot dog mission.

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Uh yeah.. @puddindoggo

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It'll Come Back

Draco's gaze flitted between the sign, "Janus Thickey Memory Ward, Persimmon Suite", and his nameless husband asleep on the small couch across the room. The man's robes were thrown over him in a makeshift red blanket, and his glasses straddled the armrest as if keeping watch on the ceiling.

Draco really ought to ask the man his name. It had been nearly a week. A week of being patiently taught how to operate a shower. How to hold his wand. How to lace the flies of his trousers. Relearning his own name, and listening to the man recite the members of Draco's family.

But the man had never introduced himself. And none of the nurses or healers had greeted the man with anything but "Oh! You're here?" To which the man always replied, "I'm his partner."

If he asked his own husband's name a week into recovery, the healers would assume he was forgetting things he'd relearned. They'd keep him in this shabby bed in this too-bright room for another week.

He sighed and watched his husband sleep. He had a good name, of that Draco was sure. He knew that the man's first name flowed, no hard consonants to stop it as it left his lips. He knew the man's first name started in the back of his open throat, like a moan. He knew the middle of the name pushed forward, round against his tongue like the ring on the man's finger. And he knew the man's name ended in lips pulled tight in a surrender or a smile.

The name didn't sit on the tip of his tongue, but rather filled his entire mouth, even if his mind couldn't quite tease it out.

His husband's last name was the opposite in every way. Draco knew that his last name was a weapon that they both used, but to different ends. He knew, instinctively, that he could spit that name from his lips, snap it off like an icicle, and stab the man with it. He knew that he'd done it often.

The name started on his lips, hard and tight, and his tongue flicked forward in the middle of the name, and the end of it rolled into the back of his mouth like cigar smoke.

The man yawned, rolled onto his back, threw his calves up onto one armrest and plucked his glasses from the other. He stretched, fingers laced behind his head and back arching in a shuddering display that made Draco wet his lips and gather the blanket over his lap.

"Did you sleep?" The man yawned again and sat up, tossing his robe over an armrest.

Draco wanted to address his husband by name, gave up, nodded, and settled for "Yeah. Some."

"Good." The man picked up a stack of papers from the floor next to the couch. "You get to go home today. The healers signed off on everything overnight."

"Oh," Draco said, watching the man resettle himself in the hard chair next to Draco's bed.

Home sounded lovely. A kitchen. Good, strong tea. A real bath. A bed big enough for the two of them. Weak knees. Sweat.

The man tapped his ring idly against the plastic arm of the chair, and Draco frowned and rubbed his own unadorned finger. They seemed the sort of couple to have put inscriptions on the inside of each other's wedding bands. Perhaps each other's initials, which would prove immensely helpful.

The man turned a page slowly and muttered, "This says we need to schedule a follow-up next week with-"

"Where's my ring?"

The page curled over itself as the man sat frozen. Green eyes rolled up to examine Draco over the rim of the man's glasses. Blinked once. Twice. And Draco gulped air and examined his hands in his lap.

"... with the memory loss team. Or sooner, if need be." He let out a long breath and leaned back in the chair, eyes scanning over seemingly endless paperwork. "I think we're good to leave, then."

Expectation fluttered nervous feathers inside Draco's chest. "Good," he managed to whisper.

Draco's lips curled in a quiet smile. Maybe he'd remember his husband's name in bed; shouted to the ceiling or muffled against the mattress. Maybe he'd whisper it in the dark in front of a roaring fireplace. Maybe he'd hum it in gratitude around a mouthful of toast and marmalade. Maybe he'd shout it from the front door in the morning with a wave and a kiss.

Draco slid to the side of the bed, and the man helped him to his feet. They let hands and arms linger on each other's waists.

Draco's thumb rubbed a soft circle on the man's lower back. "Do you have my wedding ring?"

"Uhm." There was a new glint in the corners of his eyes, and he avoided Draco's gaze. The man frowned and let his hand slip down Draco's hip, then fall to his own side. "I'm afraid you were never the marrying sort."