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The Dreaming Boy Is A Realist Ed

The Heavenly Miss Xiulan (Who Is Most Definitely Not a Boy)

In the 3,476th year of the Celestial Calendar, the Heavenly Emperor—whose divinity was rivaled only by his boredom—rewrote the Immortal Code of Gender Assignments during a particularly uneventful spring. According to Clause 89, Subsection Moonlight, Paragraph Absolutely-Not-Optional, any being born with an overwhelmingly high-yin spiritual constitution could only, by universal decree, be classified as female. It was simple. Efficient. Divine. Except… someone made a mistake. A mortal child was born deep within the darkest stretch of the Eternal Spirit Forest, surrounded by mist, mystery, and mushrooms that sang lullabies. He was bright-eyed, soft-voiced, high-yin… and very, very male. The thunder cracked the day he laughed. A white wolf howled. A snake offered him venom like warm milk. The trees whispered ancient songs. And the heavens? Well, they began preparing lightning bolts on standby—just in case someone down there got too clever and said something like: “Wait… is that a boy?” Boom. Thus began the most unusual cultivation tale in ten thousand realms. A tale of a child raised by beasts, mistaken for a goddess, blessed with yin that could stop hearts, and cursed with thunder that would smite anyone who dared question the Heavenly Code. This is the story of Xiulan. Or as the forest calls him: “Our beautiful, powerful, emotionally unstable daughter.” Or as heaven calls him: “ERROR 404: Gender Not Found.”
a_sweet_present · 9.8K Views

Because the Stable Boy is Weird

She dies on her 27th birthday. Every. Single. Time. Different world, different rules, different face — same damn fate. And the one thing all her tragic little lifespans have in common? She’s always married when she dies. So this time, she has a revolutionary idea: Stay single. Live. Born into a stiff, judgmental medieval kingdom, where magic is banned for commoners (but hoarded by royalty), she’s now 25, nobly bred, politically poised, and pretending to aim for the crown prince. (Step one of the plan: fake it till you almost make it, then don’t.) Her first fiancé? Slipped off a cliff. (Oops.) Second? Died in a war. (Double oops.) Third? The current prince? Terrified of women. (Chef’s kiss.) All according to plan and nobody suspects a thing. Until the new stable boy shows up. He picks up her handkerchief like some storybook romantic, looks her dead in the eye, and says, “Good evening, Miss Witch,” before launching into a cryptic poem about stars and walking away like he didn’t just ruin her life. Now she’s spiraling. Because she doesn't have a hint of magic (at least this time), and he must definitely know something he shouldn't. Between suspicious nobles, nosy court mages, and a weirdly poetic stable boy who knows too much and blinks like a baby deer, she has to keep her cool, keep her mask, and most importantly — keep her single status intact. And then — because of course — it turns out the stable boy isn’t just some weird dreamer. He’s a magical genius. Possibly cursed. Definitely unhinged. And he might be the key to breaking her cycle…
Lady_BloodBunny · 1.1K Views
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