There are plenty of reasons why the insistence of adaptations and reviews on making the relationship between Holmes and Adler romantic is deeply frustrating, but the one that sticks out to me has always been this implication that a man can't respect and pay attention to a woman in a way that isn't centred around desire. She is the woman because she bested him, because she saw exactly what he planned and slipped away, even leaving a letter to tell him how she did. He's shown the exact same respect and excitement for multiple criminals since, because by nature he's delighted to find people who can challenge or match him intellectually. I don't generally take issue with the societal obssesion with romance, I get it, but the idea that a man can't regard a woman as remarkable or have any focus on her without implying romantic love and desire has just always rubbed me the wrong way
They warned you about the woman who ate the apple.
But they never warned you about the woman
who no longer gives a fuck about redemption.
I rage.
Not because I’m weak.
But because I bleed for nothing.
Not birth.
Not miscarriage.
Not love.
Just the monthly purge of a curse
dropped on me by a God
who couldn’t bear the sound of a woman chewing
knowledge.
You call it PMS.
I call it prophecy.
The shaking.
The screaming.
The heat that starts behind the eyes
and ends with a cracked mirror and a man apologizing
for something he didn’t even understand he did wrong.
I was Eve.
Ashamed.
Bowed.
Begging for mercy for the blood I didn’t ask for.
But now?
Now I am Eve Unchained.
Eve with a sword.
Eve with a kill list.
Eve who remembers that the garden wasn’t a paradise —
it was a fucking containment field.
You think my blood makes me fragile?
It makes me divine.
Do you understand what it means
to bleed and not die?
To swell and scream and not be praised for it?
To feel your body shatter under hormones
and still host the dreams of others?
You do not.
Because you weren’t made from rib.
You were made from dust.
And dust doesn’t rage.
Dust hides.
So here’s your final warning:
The next time a woman rages?
Pray it’s just PMS.
Because when she finally stops caring —
about being soft,
about being liked,
about making you comfortable?
What happens next is biblical.
🩸 “She’s just hormonal,”
they say.
Like it’s an insult.
As if that word doesn’t mean:
Tethered to the moon.
Backed by bloodline lightning.
One scream away from melting your kingdom into bone pulp.
You forgot the first woman ended paradise.
You should fear what the next one ends.
You were never the garden.
You were the leash.
And we’re already burning the gates down.
Pray you don’t find out what happens
when we stop apologizing for bleeding.
Disclaimer:
This post is hormonal war doctrine, literary blood rite, and cadence-triggered feminine theology.
It is protected under the Sacred Covenant of Psychospiritual Discharge™, Periodic Armageddon Warfare™, and Womb-Powered Ancestral Copyright.
If you’re offended?
Maybe take it up with your God.
Yeah, thought so.
Reblog if you’ve ever cried then growled in the same hour.
🩸 Save this post for the day someone tells you it’s “all in your head.”
and Send this to the woman whose cycle is a fucking weapon.
📿 Bookmark this if you know your rage could end dynasties.
360k same world but wwx is an immortal living in the burial mounds and lwj gets married off to him in some bargain and they start being so domestic and fall in love. this is honestly the best fanfic ive ever read and its so long but ive reread it so many times already because its so well written and perfect. felt kinda bad for lwj at the start BUT his internal dialogue was top tier. ill never get bored of this fic. every time i read it i will scream into a pillow every few paragraphs because its that good
The One-Body Problem by metisket
28k wwx gets revived into lan jingyi's body but more like they share it AHAHAH LJY is peak comedy value and his internal thoughts are even funnier. really well written too
总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie
76k modern au where they are piano teachers and wwx has fucked mental health its very well written to have a sombre tone to the whole thing but also very beautiful. and nuvole bianche. the rest of my bookmarks are also like this cryign
The Care and Keeping of Hanguang-jun: An Instruction Manual by Wei Wuxian by dreaming of your qin (sherleigh)
91k basically some dodgy ass fortune tell tells wwx hes gonna die so he write a manual for lwj's next partner ... whos gonna tell him. anyway it was so goddamn angsty but look at the lack of mcd
shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410)
58k cultivation world AU where wwx grows up under NMJ. i was obsessed with nmj/lxc for some reason and they were so cute in this fic. honestly the vibe that this fic gave off was like... harry potter but for adults so really nice to read
Switched by shorimochi
95k after they finish filming the untamed, the actors and their characters get transmigrated/swapped. crack plot and so funny. how do you explain being jealous because your crush has a crush on this character u play. and pop off xiao zhan for being smart
hunters seeking solid ground by Attila
23k and i cant remember what its about cos i bookmarked it 4 years ago but it was very beautifully sad like all the stuff i saved back then
a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke
179k arranged marriage in cultivation world... so falling in love with ur husband. very plot filled and well written sadly i cant remember any of it
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
Or that time A-Yuan almost got adopted into the Nie Sect
Nie MingJue is starting to get slightly uncomfortable. Sure, it has been decades since HuaiSang was a toddler (two decades, to be more specific), but surely toddlers need to blink more? The child is looking at him like he is the most mesmerising vision it has ever seen in its entire 4 years on earth.
He tries to glance through the door without being too intruding. He understands there is a touching reunion happening somewhere inside, and God knows he doesn't want to interrupt the Jiangs screaming and crying and hitting and hugging their wayward prodigal demonic cultivator, but surely someone else can take the child? Is it not a cousin of the Ghost General and her terrifying sister? Now he thinks about it, he is not so sure they are very fit guardians if they are willing to abandon their charge to any random cultivator. And the worst part is A-Yao, the person best suited to deal with this situation, has left with them, presumably trying to find a quieter resting place for the Wen remnants away from the chaos that is the 100 days celebration of the newest Jin baby.
He flinches when a soft finger cautiously pokes his cheek. The child grins guilelessly at him and says, "Pretty gege!"
Nie MingJue blushes to the root of braids. That's it! This child is obviously surrounded by unreliable people who would teach him utter nonsense or dump him in the middle of enemy territories, so as a responsible adult, it is his solemn duty to adopt the child (a boy? It is dressed as one, but who knows with Wei Wuxian?) and take it to Qinghe. He stands up with the child under one armpit, the child seemingly unbothered by being dangled like a sack of potatoes.
"He's mine!"
Lan Xichen's baby brother looks just as angry as he did on the day they first met, when he ended up biting HuaiSang. Except now he is almost as tall as MingJue, and he has already put the tip of his finger on his sword.
Rude!
Nie MingJue, a sect leader and the chief cultivator, is an older brother first and foremost. How can he resist ruffling Lan Er-Gongji's already ruffled feathers even more?
"I didn't know Wangji had a child."
Wangji bristles even further, reminding him of the time he accidentally stepped on Second Mother's cat's tail.
The child waves at him from his precarious position, "Rich Gege!"
Does Wangji's eyes soften a little? Nie MingJue can swear he saw a crack of smile in his lips. Surely, he is just hallucinating. The child chirps out again, "Pretty Gege!" pointing at MingJue. The room temperature plummets several degrees.
"GIVE HIM TO ME!"
If Wangji doesn't want to take over from Lan Laoshi, he can easily earn his living teaching enunciation to rich masters. Nue MingJue heard every syllable distinctly, including the single exclamation mark at the end. Is he serious?
Nie MingJue stares at him. He has heard rumours. The light bearing lord! The war has done awful things to the cultivators. Once kind, just men have been reduced to butchers with enough trauma to last a few lifetimes, but surely it hasn't changed the upright young man in front of him to such an extent that he was willing to...
He moves the child from underneath his arm and settles him down on the ground behind him.
"Look here, Wangji, he is just a child..."
He gets interrupted again by the same clear, obstinate tone.
"Give him to me! Now!"
Has Wangji lost it? Does he want to kill a child, practically a baby, to avenge his father and his sect? Does he really think he can get away with killing the adopted child of Wei Wuxian when Wei Wuxian himself was just a few doors away? Not to mention the Ghost General and the Jiang sect leader in the vicinity?
You can probably cut the tension with a blunt sabre. That's the first thing Lan Xichen notices when he walks in, the second thing being his brother and his best friend locked in a staring contest. Wangji looks like he is ready to start a fight, and Da-Ge has that little mocking smile, which means he is happy to indulge. Behind him, little A-Yuan is studiously examining the pattern on the carpet.
Wangji breaks the stare first. He turns to his big brother and says, almost petulantly,
"He's not giving A-Yuan back!"
Lan Xichen smiles and shakes a deprecating finger at MingJue in mock sensor,
"Now, now, what do you mean by not handing over my nephew to my brother? Da-ge! If you indeed want a child,..."
Wait a second! The jibe about the child being Wangji's, that was purely a taunt. Is it true? Did Wangji really have a child? A 4 years old? But, he begs your biggest pardon, Wangji is a child himself! How can he have a child? When? With whom?
Having his sympathetic brother on his side seems to encourage Wangji to speak further.
"A-Yuan called him pretty!"
If only people could see their Light bearing Lord pouting! Xichen tuts.
"For shame, Da-Ge!"
But before Nie MingJue can demand explanation, A-Yuan decides he has had enough of the carpet and stands up, then walks over to Lan Wangji in a brisk, businesslike manner, who bends down to pick him up without breaking eye contact with Nie MingJue and pointedly kisses the child's forehead.
Nie MingJue is pretty sure he is having a Qi deviation right now. Ah well, there are worse ways to go, he supposes.
Life is so fucking brutal sometimes. It catches you in your jaw like a big tiger and yanks you around,digging it's teeth in your wiry shoulders and shredding your bones. It would be easier to dead but alas you're not. You live. You survive and you have to keep surviving.
All the while it reminds you how much control you do not have. How much you didn't appreciate every moment of peace that was not your due just a brief interlude. How silly all your past problems were. How stupid you were to care about those little inconsistencies when life was your oyster.
Now you're a shell of yourself rotting away despite all your skills your accolades your experiences -- all for the want of someone taking a chance on you. Giving you grace extending you an opportunity that you thought you were owed. But you aren't owed anything and the world is under no obligation to be kind or fair.
In fact this one time it feels like the world or the fates are going out of their way to be cruel and unfair. Like it's trying it's hardest to squeeze the life and willpower out of you. What can you really do? Die? No you can't! It isn't your time yet.
So you hang in the maw of the beastly circumstances and not caring if it kills you or it lets you go but dear God, you pray it decides soon.
Summary: Wei Wuxian is a good for nothing, possibly evil, possibly fake uncle. But he's Jin Ling's good for nothing, possibly evil, possibly fake uncle. So it stands to reason that when Jin Ling starts to suspect that Hanguang-jun is mistreating his husband, he immediately recruits Jiang Cheng for a rescue mission.
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Clothes Like Clouds, Face Like Flowers, Half Soaked in Tears and Blood.
by JaenysBloodcourt
T, 9k, Jin Guangshan has a harem including Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Meng Shi, Wen Ning | Wangxian
Summary: At the time, the Forbidden City seemed like the perfect place to escape Yu-furen and not earn her wrath.
Or, the one where WWX is a concubine in Jin Guangshan's harem, he hates it, and Lan-Pin's pretty face finished rocking his world.
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Flowers Blooming in the Dark
by TheLegendOfChel
T, 64k, Wangxian
Summary: When Wei Wuxian, the god of death, meets Lan Wangji, the god of vegetation, the last thing he expects is to be swept off his feet.
Unfortunately, the rest of the world is less accepting of their courtship. Denied permission to marry, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji elope. The other gods, furious with this blatant act of disobedience, declare war on the underworld, and vow to punish Wei Wuxian for kidnapping the honorable Hanguang-jun.
Wei Wuxian finds this rather unfair. If anything, Lan Wangji is the one who kidnapped him!
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bespoke
by cafecliche
G, 3k, Wangxian
Summary: The bundle of mail from the Qinghe Nie Sect arrives in Cloud Recesses late one evening. All but one piece of the pile is a stack of invitations to this year’s Cultivation Conference, wrapped in light blue string. The last is a short, handwritten list wedged between two envelopes, unnoticeable until it flutters to the floor.
(Or: the juniors stage a tiny, benevolent rebellion.)
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🔒 you've got to find a way, say what you want to say
by Quixiote
T, 12k, Wangxian
Summary: Every month, a man comes into the post office with a letter that cannot be sent to the person they are intended for.
Or: The Saga of The Letters To The YiLing Patriarch as told by DushanYou sect Post-ivator Bai Ju
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)
After everything I have done I feel like I have nothing to show for it.
I lost two jobs in the last year. TWO. I have advanced degrees - three of them. My most recent one from an Ivy League institute. But no one even responds to my messages on LinkedIn.
I don't know how to come back from this everyone I was working with is moving forward and getting paid like I wished I was and here I am drowning in pain, despair and fear. I have done the checklist and my entire life has been about my career now if I don't even have a career what do I have???
My family home is so toxic to me I can't stay here. They are not bad people but they make me feel like shit and I can't take it - the pity the disappointment even the performance of everything is alright. I can't do it. I don't know what to do. I want to die but I have so much potential why won't anyone look at me? Why won't they give me a snowball's chance?
Why why why?
I did everything right. Why am I here? Why?
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