Lous' Lavish List: All The K-Dramas I have Watched In Order Of Sadness (Update #3)
Mr. Sunshine: Would Not Wish The Pain I Felt Watching This On Anyone But Would Absolutely Watch Again/10
Chicago Typewriter: Cry Myself To Sleep Thinking About It/10
Goblin: She's The Queen Of The K-Dramas (Traumas) For A Reason
Third Charm: Developed Trust Issues Because Of This/10
Uncontrollably Fond: Why Bother Loving, Living and Laughing If All I Feel Is Pain/10
Navillera: I Was Foolish To This It Would Be A Cute Ballet Drama/10
Hymn Of Death: Based On A True Story? More Like Rip My Heart Out And Stamp On It/10
Squid Game: The Unjustice Games Because They Deserved BETTER/10
D.P: Jung Hae-In Breaking Down Feels Like Rain Of Daggers/10
Snowdrop: Made Me Believe In Love Again And Then Killed My Heart/10
Twenty-Five, Twenty One: I Was There For The Vibes, Left With A Hollow Heart/10
It's Okay Not To Be Okay: Absolutely Extraordinary Characters/10
Tomorrow: Tasteful Heart Wrench/10
Extracurricular: Takes The Throne Of They Deserved Better Trope/10
The Sound Of Magic: Justice For My Babies/10
All Of Us Are Dead: I Want To Be Dead After Watching This/10
Sweet Home: I would Sacrifice Myself For Most Characters (Human Or Not)/10
Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha: Beautiful And Intense At Times/10
Crash Landing On You: Why Do Borders Exist/10
Hellbound: Confusion Overload But Heartbreaking Nonetheless/10
My Name: The Perfect Man, Indeed, Does Not Exist (Anymore)/10
Youth Of May: Kind Of Expected More Damage/10
Itaewon Class: Screaming My Lungs Out With Saeroyi/10
Are You Human?: Never Imagined Falling In Love With A Robot/10
Reply 1988: Nostalgia For A Place & A Time I Was Never Part Of/10
Descendants Of The Sun: Not As Sad As I Expected/10
Memories Of The Alhambra: Set In My Home Countries WooHoo/10
Hospital Playlist: Not Quite Grey's Anatomy, More Wholesome, But A Tearjerker Sometimes/10
Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth: Funny Until It's Not (Painful)/10
My First First Love: Second Lead Syndrome Going Strong/10
Hotel Del Luna: Expecting The Ending Doesn't Help With The Grief/10
Hello My Twenties/Age Of Youth: Wholesome Friendship=Drama Of A Lifetime/10
Nevertheless: More Frisky Than Sad/10
Love Alarm: We Don't Talk About Season/10
Abyss: Cute, Intense, Unsad/10
Cheese In The Trap: Funny, But Second Lead Syndrome Hits Hard/10
Strong Girl Bong Soon: The Perfect Drama/10
Bad And Crazy: Insane Hottness And The Perfect BRomance
Our Beloved Summer: The Ultimate Vibes/10
Suits: Unserious, Quite Boring, Ninette Is The Star/10
One Spring Night: There For The Single Dad/10
Chocolate: Only Watched For The Cooking/10
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Universal Foundations - What you just have to accept about the universe & setting.
(Humanity, I'sola, Luck, Species History)
See the Google Doc with additional formatting Here.
Humanity
Humanity has advanced to the point of space travel.
Wormholes exist but are not well documented.
I’sola
An alien species called I’sola exist in a far off place in the universe.
They live on one planet of a binary (twin) planet system, which rotate around each other.
The system is in locked rotation with the sun, with one planet (Hoset), always being closest to the sun.
The I’sola live on the planet furthest from the sun (Ma’al).
The two planets share both an atmosphere and a glass ring of melted meteors.
When their orbit takes them close to the sun, Hoset ignites.
The planet burns constantly for half the year, split into 2 burning seasons.
The I’sola are plant-like creatures.
They breathe in Carbon Dioxide and breathe out Oxygen.
The I’sola have 2 genders of seed-bearers and fertilizers, though there are no romantic pairings.
The ‘female’ will leave behind two seeds that have grown within her body when she dies.
The ‘male’ will separate the two seeds far enough apart that they will have room to take root, sprout, grow through a plant stage, and eventually into fully mobile creatures before they also die.
Side Note: The ‘male’ is not technically the fertilizer of the eggs. All ‘males’ give off the equivalent of pollen through the air constantly, collected by the ‘antennae’ at the top of the mother’s head.
The DNA of the seeds take in various parts of DNA and mutate throughout the mother’s life.
With both parents dead, the seedlings are raised by the elders of the community.
Because of this method of altruistic reproduction, the population of the I’sola never changes.
The I’sola believe in reincarnation, and that they are simply a reimagining of the same set of souls for all of conceivable time.
Luck
‘Good’ and ‘Bad’ luck are fundamental (aspects) like north and south poles.
Another term/way of thinking about it is the tendency of an object to dissolve/fall apart in certain ways (i.e. entropy).
Luck can therefore be ‘balanced’.
Humanity as a species is ‘bad’ luck, and the I’sola are ‘good’ luck.
The main characters in the story represent ‘good’ luck for the humans and ‘bad’ luck for the I’sola.
Hoset, the burning planet, is ‘bad’ luck, and Ma’al, the planet with life, is ‘good’ luck.
Species History
The I’sola can control the direction of entropy or ‘luck’.
The prior sentient species, (a race similar to ducks), could also control entropy.
They used it to collect a large amount of ‘bad’ luck in one place for the sake of a scientific experiment.
The ‘bad’ luck conglomeration exploded, killing the entirety of the planet but for the plant ancestors of the I’sola buried deep in the ground.
The I’sola are now the only living creatures on the planet.
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This might be mean and entirely unfair, but romances written by an author from the southern U.S. have a morally skewed, trad wife vibe.
Don't get me wrong, I like the writing of the series I'm jumping around in; the ice giant smurf type aliens are frequently half-nekky and are really sweet, but there's a ride or die parasite symbiote that basically forces soulmate breeding.
Honestly, with one eye closed, I can get passed all that--it's buff alien erotica: Chest worms that keep their human hosts from dying on a hostile planet is a pre-requisite--But, when one of the human women kills all the sex traffickers who abducted them, she and the other humans, keep calling it murder. The natives don't, so there's that.
Good smut, even if you have to suspend your disbelief that a predominantly male (that they're not human, but humanoid notwithstanding) alien tribe would know all about cunnilingus and nothing about blowies (not necessarily a complaint, I guess).
They're like this guy except they're ridiculously cut, blue himbos
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