@boomchickfanfiction changed a meme that consisted of sharing the first lines of ten fics for one of sharing the first lines of ten fic WIPs, which suits me wonderfully because it's the only way many of these texts are ever going to see the light, lol. 1 to 7 are TGCF, 8 is MDZS, 9 is Hades and 10 is BotW.
"Ghost, ghost! How can you say that I'm not dead? How would I be able to see you again, if I weren't?"
Hua Cheng seemed to toss the dice casually, but the two little cubes dented the skull of the last demon standing like stones shot from a powerful slingshot, nailing it to the bloody floor. Two sixes.
Neither gods nor ghosts needed to sleep. The fact that they didn’t need to, though, didn’t mean that they didn’t do it.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Hua Cheng didn’t know if that was the best of the worst day of his afterlife.
Upon waking up, the first thing Xie Lian noticed was the unusual warmth. Yawning, he pushed the blanket away and supported himself on his elbows, blinking hard in the darkness.
Despite the generalised hatred its inhabitants felt against the sun, Ghost City did have days and nights.
“Cheng’er is too old to share beds with grown-ups, you are going to spoil him.”
When the only sound coming from Wei Ying arriving to the Cloud Recesses was the clapping of Little Apple’s hooves against the stone road, Lan Zhan knew something had gone wrong.
The waters of the river Styx were warm, and their bitter flavour managed to get inside his mouth as it always did, no matter how tightly he kept his mouth shut.
The sunset made their secret lake glow with an orange hue. Link sat at the shore and splashed the water with his feet, which made Sidon smile.
Feel free to join if you want!
If you answer no, please let me know why, I'm genuinely curious. I don't mean for this to seem like there's one right answer, there isn't, it's just when I post works, I hope to get criticism because I know I'm a flawed writer, and I won't get better if I ignore that. Some people who write fanfiction are absolutely amazing writers, and if they believe that they don't need criticism for their work, then I'm glad that you worked so hard to get there! I just am wired differently. I know a lot of criticism can be seen as hate, and I want to be clear, when I say criticism, I don't mean saying 'this sucks'. I mean an actual look into the work, and pointing out what works, and what doesn't. I would love to get criticism, because it meant my stories were worth thinking about and people think I'm capable of improving.
Anyway I'll focus this post on MXTX authors, because that's the fandom I write in and I want to know what they think specifically
"If I had a green face and fangs, deformed features, ugly as a Rakshasa, evil as a Yaksha, how would you handle it?"
Thank you all very much for waiting!🦋🦋🦋
Now the electronic version of «The Star of Misfortune» can be purchased on my Gumroad!🙏❤️
my toxic xennial trait is that i believe something should either be software (in which case after i download it i shouldn't need to be connected to use it) or a web page (which shouldn't require me to download anything to use it, however badly, in a browser). fuck your mandatory single function constant connection apps
“Our culture suffers from terminal brainworms when it comes to artistic expression. We are under the impression that art is something ‘special people’ do, and to do it well makes you a genius and to do it poorly is embarrassing. This sectioning-off of ‘the art world, for artists,’ from regular life and regular people is completely artificial and it is bad for the soul of your society.
You see, for most of history and in current cultures that do not have this psychological disorder, you do not sing because you’re a singer, you sing because you’re a person—it’s fucking singing! Religious institutions are one of the last places that we still understand that singing is an innately human participatory social act, not the exclusive domain of fuckin’…Ariana Grande.
The result of removing this stigma and arbitrary qualification required to do something as simple as draw or dance isn’t just less self-hatred, less insecurity, less anxiety, better community, better connection to your body, more holistic communion with others and the world around you, and simple indulgence in your fundamental humanity—it also results in categorically better artists.”
CJ the X, 7 Deadly Art Sins
• Chapter 5: Landing
It's time for another Hualian modern meet-cute! Witness the blooming of the most convoluted (kinda?) parasocial relationship, featuring: -Air traffic mayhem -Mistaken clothes -Only one bed -Videoblogging -A gay wedding -Explosives?
Summary: Hua Cheng’s flight gets off to a bad start when the airline arbitrarily gives half of his first class couple’s pod to a stranger. To add insult to injury, he arrives back to his seat only to find that the intruder has mistaken Hua Cheng’s jumper with the plane’s pyjamas! Before he can kick up a fuss, though, something in this man’s face strikes him as familiar…
Wait a second, isn’t this the super cute guy from the last video that Hua Cheng watched while at the lounge before the flight?
• Chapter 1: Take off
You're not just giving new names to your Barbie dolls, right?
You're not just giving new names to your Barbie dolls, right?
me whenever I see posts about how canon is shit and can be discarded
>listening to nin
>hear a new layer to song ive relistened to over and over
>"wow i cant believe i never noticed this before! i wonder what kind of synth he used. its very forboding in a specific way only nin can achieve"
>pause song to write post praising nin
>the synth specifically keeps playing despite the rest of the song being paused
>look outside window
>garbage truck
An action sequence from the Chinese opera 白蛇传·情/Tale of the White Snake, which showcases Chinese opera water sleeves (水袖) and spear kicking (踢枪)
Bonding time with Ruoye.
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