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I love this idea because imagine a reincarnated protagonist that doesn't carry around a sword so people think they're weak asf and an easy target. When in reality, they have learned numerous martial arts (taekwondo, muay thai, judo, karate, jiu-jitsu, krav maga, etc.) and fucking goes to town with cultivators because they have yet to know the power of "these fists are rated e for everyone" batshit cultivator that is the protagonist. And it also happens that muscle memory is ingrained into their body so it's very apparent they have experience and now everyone is panicking about this 'rogue and savage' cultivator that does not believe in honour.
To add to this amazing idea, what if said protagonist does not hesistate to fight dirty. I'm talking beating the shit out of people with random objects, pulling hair, biting, scratching, strangles people, using unconvential weapons/uses weapons in an unconventional way. Like imagine if their sword breaks and their opponent thinks that victory is theirs. But then our lovely mc uses the broken piece and somehow manages to sharpen each side and fucking stabs their opponent.
Or if the protagonist really hates using swords but they're not opposed to using other weapons such as bows and polearms. Like can you imagine a showdown between the mc and a powerful undefeated cultivator, and the cultivator is waiting for mc to show up and they get shot with an arrow and they're like
Cultivator: "COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE AN HONOURABLE CULTIVATOR SHOULD"
Main 'i do not give a shit about using swords or having honour' protagonist: fuck no, i'm killing you with my bow and arrow
And when mc gets closer, they pull out a polearm which gives them an advantage over a sword because of the longer reach
If mc runs out of arrows, they just beat the hell out them with the bow and smacks the life out of them. And finally, out of complete disrespect, bitchslaps them into the abyss; maybe uses their fists to spice up the fight.
And when all is done, people are speaking about this mad dog, insane, demonic cultivator who disregards honour and people think their some buff, rude, demon/demonic cultivator. Then it cuts to a nice, polite, and respectful looking person who just is realistic about fights and could not give less of a shit about fighting with honour because honour does not guarantee you your life. Also they hate when people yap during fights because that is the one thing you don't do because whoopsy daisy, I dislocated your jaw.
Anyways thank you @thealexanderfiles for the genius idea that we all needed to hear about
there is too much sword fighting in xianxia novels. i propose a main character who is completely average at swordplay but is skilled in hand to hand fighting. so they decide to use this as a trump card, and not really display their abilities.
bonus points if this scene is included:
opposition, pointing their sword at MC's throat : It's over. you have lost your sword, you are kneeling at my feet. i have won-
MC: wow your knees look really breakable down here
opposition: what
cutscene to MC pinning opposition in chokehold
taizi dianxia!!
also I have become 21 today 🫨🎉
no paths are bound.
It’s the guys! The bros!
hi! infiltrating your space and adding danmei decorations to it
whats danmei?!!! ⁉️⁉️⁉️🗣️🔥🔥 hualian>>> everyone else
wait hualin IS DANMEI HELPPP
Holy shit it's beautiful
The cover for "Thousand Autumns" Japanese ver. is so pretty 😭😭😭😭😭
All 5 volumes cover art of Qian Qiu (Thousand Autumns) by Meng Xi Shi EN edition under Seven Seas Entertainment! Its now completed! Illustrated by Mimominamo
Giant’s hair is silky ✨ AND HE HAS HORNS! featuring my characters from a book I’writting inspired by Chinese mythology :3
someone PLEASE give me something as painful as painful as tgcf, i miss sobbing.
anyways UPDATE, 2ha by meatbun doesn’t eat meat hurts so bad, think tgcf book 4 hurts? i raise u this entire fucking series
someone PLEASE give me something as painful as painful as tgcf, i miss sobbing.
don't touch dirty things...
Fishing for the Moon
Long ago, the elemental guardians sacrificed everything to save the world of Encryyon. A thousand years after that cataclysmic apocalypse blotted out half the sky, the world has adjusted to its two-toned climate. Luuthe Irashira is a young heir to one of the three great households of Andelion. Ever since the death of his mother, the head of the house, he finds himself enmeshed in a power struggle for the vast wealth and power of Luuthe. One summer, a shapeshifting vagrant and an incendiary storyteller turn his life upside-down, and he is unexpectedly reunited with a childhood friend. In the background of these mortal turmoils, the world is shifting...
Ongoing original series, can currently be found on: AO3
rating: 18+ for trauma, violence, and sexuality recurrent trigger warnings: CSA, suicidal ideation
includes: - steampunk era - feudalism - mutual pining - animal shapeshifters - neurospicy (ASD represent) - gay childhood friends - a planet with opinions of its own - mafia politics - airships
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Fishing for the Moon, Chapter 1: Kin -- Astal
Footsteps tramped in the mud, thick and squelching. Without warning, a pair of yellow eyes kindled in the twilight. The shadow of a guard sprawled by the roadside with a pair of pistols beside it, as liquid as it was languid.
next chapter, the beginning of everything
also an apology in advance as I post through my backlog
Fishing for the Moon, Chapter 36: Rannaito, Part 1
On either side of the road, vegetation sprang up, defiantly alive in the dark. Nearby in the woods, hard feet whispered amid the carpet of needles. Sharn lifted his head. A second shurri sprang over a fence and eyed him across the road. Its massive horned head stood silhouetted in the dusk for just a moment, before it vanished into the shadows.
next: an interrogation does not go as planned
Fishing for the Moon, Chapter 37: Rannaito, Part 2
The truck shuddered. Putting his head against his hand, Ira shifted in his seat, fingering the pistol in the breast of his coat. It made his brain itch, as if he were keeping a snake in his pocket. Byri’s tail switched in the corner of his vision as she propped her elbows on the driver’s armrest. Behind them, Naau and the Rannaitan messenger sat opposite each other, their eyes glowing in the shadows.
next: four years ago.
Fishing for the Moon, Chapter 38: The Heir of Luuthe
CW: dub/noncon
Wrapped up in the quietness of his bedroom, Ira heard Hinathu’s knock on the study door outside, listening to Hinathu’s pause, the door opening, and the rasp of the sliding screen into his room. “Ira?” his voice asked. And then, closer and softer, “Oh … Ira.” Ira had dragged all the blankets off of his bed, sheets and all, and lay curled up in a mound on the rug. Venturing a hand into the open, he sat up, pushing a stack of books aside, and looked at Hinathu with a distinct feeling of nothing.
next: the heir arrives in his hometown, the capital of Luuthe
Fishing for the Moon, Chapter 39: Grandeur, Part 1
With a cough, the truck roared into life and settled, shuddering the ground, into a steady idle. On the eastern horizon, a faint, misty rim of light was just beginning to rise over Rannaito, like a candle behind a dirty glass. Sharn shook himself and trotted up to the edge of the field, his ears pricked. The Khastlopian rifle glinted. Byri’s voice split the still air. “All right, driver’s up. Let’s go. It’ll be just under five hours to Chlhuan, according to him, so sit tight. And you, little storyteller, I’ll have my eye on you.”
next: Sharn makes a discovery