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If you love historical, fantasy and romance like me, try these!

COMPLETE:

My Dear Cold-Blooded King

My first webtoon and what a gateway it was! STUNNING ART, captivating story line and a good ole love triangle to make my heart tingle.

The Reason Why Raelina Ended Up At The Duke’s Mansion

Another winner! I read this over the course of a day. That’s how good it was. This also was my gateway into the “oh no I’ve transversed space and time somehow and ended up in this new life and well, I guess now I’ll make the best of it” and boy, was I into it.

A Beauty, A Fatal Concubine

This one recently ended and took my heart with it! What a drama this would make honestly. A hardworking and clever protagonist who outsmarts everyone - we love to see it.

Ellin’s Solhwa

I’ve only finished this one in the past hour and did I love it so much! Another one of those “oops I got sent back in time into someone else’s body” but such a good story.

Ginger and the Cursed Prince

Recently completed and what a lovely ride it was - our once antagonist tries to change the narrative and make herself the protagonist but it’s not so easy when our male lead can read minds…

ONGOING:

The Remarried Empress

Boy, oh boy, do I have nothing but LOVE for this series. Again, a clever female protagonist just trying to do her job but her idiot husband keeps getting in the way so she finds herself a new man! LOVE.

Beatrice

Another one of those “I have another chance at life” webtoons with an adorably in love male lead who can’t quite figure out how to tell her just yet.

My First Night With The Duke

The “oh no I’ve somehow ended up in this novel” trope which I’ve come to adore. Our protagonist is hilarious and plucky and sends our poor duke into a tizzy.

Like Wind On A Dry Branch

The least amount of chapters so far and a bit of a slow burn but we’ll get there eventually. So far also a very different story compared to the others

Men of the Harem

Reverse harem? A female emperor? Yes please.

Under the Oak Tree (I ran out of space for pretty pictures) - also a slow burn but we’re building up

Lucia - a second chance but very dark background for the hero!

I am the Male Lead’s Ex-Girlfriend - I only just found this one but it’s already so so good; I love buttholes to live to regret their choices

I Don’t Love You Anymore - our female lead finally puts down her foot, gives up on her one sided love and moves on - and of course that means the idiot she loved only just realises he’s an idiot and wants her back. Too bad for him, she’s already got herself an even better man! And he’s a prince!

Father, I Don’t Want to Get Married! - combination of “help I’m in a novel” and the novel villainess gets a second chance at life - but how can her father be that good looking? Like I love the male lead, he’s adorable and slowly understanding that he’s attracted to her, but the father is actually melting me slowly

Villainous Violet - ditto the above trope but with so many men now in love with her and a super pissed off antagonist!

His Majesty’s Proposal - this time it’s the emperor doing the chasing and I love it

First Miss Reborn - 180+ chapters of revenge with our intelligent heroine foiling schemes at every turn and our devoted prince supporting and loving her every step of the way :’)

Midnight Rain - very different from all the others I’ve mentioned; starts out from kids to adults (we’ve only just reached the teens) but there’s horrible rich people, an illegitimate son and a budding love triangle.

Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess - I’ve heard a lot of buzz regarding this one and I love reverse harem and I like the fact that we get to quite literally see her progression in the love percentage bars above all the male leads’ heads!

Who Made Me a Princess - ngl, it took me a couple of chapters to get into this one but I pushed through because I’ve seen a lot of good reviews about this and it has not disappointed. Not as much romance as the above but the hot daddy theme is getting to me…

The Lady’s Law of Survival - a weak duchess dies and her body is taken over by a spirit who’s had several failed lives and is determined to make this one work - by kicking butt and taking names and getting revenge for the previous body’s owner! I really like this one

I’ll be the Matriarch in this Life - I finished all the available chapters in this so quickly; another reborn heroine who’s already slaying them all at the age of 8

The Reason Why Ophelia Can’t Get Away From the Duke - this one’s dark but seriously so good…new step siblings lose their parents in a tragic accident, the stepsister wants to leave but the stepbrother won’t let her? Intriguing. What’s the story behind the parents’ death?

I Became the Ugly Lady - a second chance, magic and mystery! I’m a sucker for a personality makeover and then all the good relationships that come with it!

The Villainess Lives Twice - a marriage of convenience, carefully crafted plans, and a hint of true love breaking through

Please give them a go - the art is gorgeous, the storytelling incredible and the memories fantastic. They’re the reason I’ve been waking into the early hours of the morning.

Feyre × Aelin × Bryce

🔥Aelin Galathynius🔥

✴️ Bryce Quinlan ✴️

💫 Feyre Archeron 💫

⚔️ Nesta Archeron ⚔️

Dearest Klaus, 

I have often pondered about the words that vacated your delicate lips the night of my graduation. The way your unbridled words echoed of finality— of faith, of certainty, scared me more than I could ever admit. For someone who has lived for as long as you have, I was convinced that, for you, love is nothing but a whim—  a passage made of legends and myths, but it seems as though I was mistaken. Your promise stirred something in me, however futile it was to stop it or deny it, the veracity of your words has already been embedded within the depths of my past and intersected in my future. It made me wonder of the kind of love I knew when I was young and the love I knew until before I met you. To say it left me questioning was an understatement. It shook the foundation of what the convention of my humanity knew of what love is like. So, the kind of love I knew— the kind I have only received before you, unveiled before me. It was demanding, urging, begging for me to take a quick glance at where I’m at now. Honestly? I did not like what I saw, for I glimpsed at what became a haunting apparition of my fickle attempt at love.  

For a while I had lost my balance.  

I tried patching up the space you have pervaded, tried to wash off the quintessence of your being but an inkling feeling forbade that, as much as I want to, I cannot.  

For a while the definition of love has eluded me. I thought as early as seventeen I knew what the right kind of love is, but you have proven me wrong, time and time again. I have never imagined I would have felt a love as intense as you have made me feel. In the process of it all, I have opened a treasure chest brimming with the love I had missed out on— the love I deserved.  

But in our long and treacherous journey of hide and seek, of cat and mouse, I have learned that love does not have to be a battlefield. That it can thrive in its simplicity— in its realness. That it’s not just in those loudest grandiose gestures you get a glimpse of what love is like— sometimes, if you’re lucky, it’s nestled between the gaps of silence where with a glance, a smile, a touch, love becomes palpable. It’s in those quiet moments where without words, without any trivial human convention love is the loudest. The charged gaze, the thick yearning, the earnest peruse. It’s within those unsaid declarations that love often resides, hovering in the air, crisp, placid, simple— 

But as easy it is to love unembellished, to love in silence, to love by only shared looks of adoration— love slips between the crevices of your fingertips, gone forever. A love that surpasses all other loves, a love that was felt so intensely, so gracefully, a love so good to be true often fades slowly, inconspicuous like the scattered ashes of you. The only remnant that your love existed, or you did in our own little bubble — is me. In the end, I was left desolate to read, reminisce, and dream of every caress, every kiss, every smile to finally define whatever we had, even if it’s without certainty or confirmation or the words to lock it as what everyone suspected we had that you and I never got the courage to admit. Even if the silence that once was hearty when you were alive now turns into gaping blackholes that stretched infinitely, with no traces of lightness or requite adoration echoing back, I do not regret saying this now. I loved you.   However, sometimes love can wait a lifetime— enveloped in the promise of “I’ll be your last”, but time has always been cruel. It deters any good, any stability you have had for yourself. It most certainly is no one’s friend. It snatches the future you envision for yourself. When love is at your doorstep—waiting, longing, with arms wide open to welcome you home; it betrays you. When the stars have aligned and suddenly you both want the same thing you can never see eye to eye on before and yet with a blink you instantaneously lose the person you thought you’d spend the rest of your lifetime with. In the end, it all feels misguided, and life and time has other plans, and you have nothing to do but let the wave wash you away along with the current.   Beguiling as it may to have been loved by you, to have exchanged fleeting yet indelible romance— you have broken your promise. You intended to be my last, but I became yours. Blame it on fate or destiny but the truth still remains, you loved me too early, and I loved you too late. But it is how love is, isn’t it? It arrives exactly when it’s supposed to and leaves exactly when it must.   Maybe in the next life, I get to have my answers but until then I’ll leave our love at nigh.   Love,   Caroline

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He said “I’m not a monster.”

That stuck with me.

Maybe he is and maybe he’s not, but the one thing that he for sure is, is convincing. He talked about what he does and does not do openly.

And made me believe.

If even for a brief minute.

I’m convinced that evil is relative. It all comes down to which side of the fence you are on. Which team. The other guy is always the bad guy. Taking what’s mine. Wanting my stuff.

Well, maybe, just maybe, they are thinking the same thing?

It comes down to us against them and they are bad and we are good.

God ( us ) versus Devil ( them ).

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t condone the devil. I think he has a hand in every evil thing in this world. But, he is legend too. An easy way out. A “the devil made me do it” way out. A scape goat for people that need someone to blame. Because, heaven forbid we blame ourselves.

And, in my mind, that’s what my story was about.

Believe in God or believe in the Devil, it really doesn’t matter as much as believing in yourself. Being good because it matters. Not because you are scared God will be pissed, or the Devil will grab you up if you don’t.

They both are you.

And you are they.

Live with them.

Do what is right.

You will be god like.

Do what is wrong.

You will be devilish.

Simple.

My thoughts

There was this girl with a twinkle in her eye. 

She looked at me with a smile and an air of genuine curiosity - as if there was something about me that caught her attention. I remember it was enough to make me look away, heart shy and just slightly confused. Surely, she looked at everyone that way too? 

There was a lightness to her that I’ve only heard about, but never quite seen before. The newness of it - the sweetness of her personality dazzled me. So different from the darkness I’m usually drawn to - that I’ve always been drawn to. 

I was afraid to go near it. 

Because who was I to someone like you? 

Chances were, we were definitely not fit for one another. You were always one step ahead of me. Your back was all I could see. 

You were a girl who could so easily, so fearlessly, so excitedly express her love. Back then, I was quite the opposite. 

It was just something I wasn’t ready for. 

Maybe now, but not before. 

“The only bed worth sleeping’s the one right next to you” -cold cold man, Saint Motel. for @usedbandaid

Hades, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Persephone: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

I can never get drunk enough,

Never get high enough,

Never do anything enough to get where I'm trying to go.

And now I'm not so sure whether the goal is to obtain happiness or death.