#idek how to format it anymore lol | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

shorkbrian · 4 years ago

Text

ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!! A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me.

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you.

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

cryface;;sad.jpg

I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #pls block that tag if you don't want to see these kinds of posts #inbox was getting fulll #tysvm for continuing to support me

17 notes · View notes

missanthropicprinciple · 3 years ago

Note

F and S from the fanfic ask game

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oh man, IDEK haha...I love writing dialogue and most of it is passably good but I'm always a little wary and don't like to say I'm proud of anything I've written. I re-read some of my RAF!AU for Newmann and I'm happy with this one scene (though I need to edit the fic in terms of formatting, just to tidy it up). (Context, this is chapter 4 when Hermann has been injured and Newt goes to see him in the hospital.)

“You’re gonna be able to fly again, right?”

“Oh yes, of course,” Gottlieb said, encouraging himself as much as he was reassuring Newton.

“Ok, good, cuz then I would feel really guilty.”

“Don’t start that again,” Gottlieb laughed.

Another minute or two passed in silence, only less awkward this time. Newton was starting to really hate the idea of leaving. Such bad timing. He was really getting somewhere. Ok, maybe he wasn’t but now was not a good time to leave. His heart sank when they approached the end of Gottlieb’s bed. He felt Hermann’s arm sip out of his and it filled him with dread. What if something terrible happened to one of them and that was it? This was just the worst. He’d always been good with goodbyes. They just never bothered him. But now, boy! did it ever!

“Kay, well, so....um.”

“Good luck old chap.”

Oh man, don’t make this worse by being adorable. Just say something cutting. Hurt my feelings. Make this easier. But he didn’t. Of course. Gottlieb switched his cane over and stuck out his right hand. Geiszler shook it with respect and reluctantly let go. Their hands seemed to slip apart in slow motion. Geiszler slung his bag over his arm, smoothed down his uniform and squared his shoulders.

“How do I look?”

“Very strapping, indeed,” Gottlieb said genuinely.

God, do you know you’re killing me? Geiszler was speechless.

“Do be careful,” Hermann said, not hiding his emotion anymore.

Newton just totally caved, dropping his bag and embracing Hermann with all his might. How he’d wanted to feel his body close to his. So thin. Was he always like this? Yet he was warm – warm and inviting. And strong, hands like a vice, shoulders like a steel coat hanger. Hermann closed his eyes and savored every second. Geiszler was a little more stocky and muscular than himself but soft and caring. Gottlieb inhaled deeply. They had to stop. And they did. Geiszler reached down for his bag again and looked the man in the eye one last time. He could barely speak or he would definitely cry.

“Bye,” he mouthed more than spoke. Gottlieb gave a swift, manly nod. He watched him walk down the hall.

It’s not much but it’s nice and realistic. Read the complete story here: Take to the Skies (sequel is unfinished sorry)

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Hurt/comfort, fake married/dating, funny love confessions...I'm a softy lol

#newmann #fic #ask me

4 notes · View notes

olivieblake · 4 years ago

Note

Happy Halloween Olivie! I feel like it's been forever because I've been so inactive both on tumblr and fanfiction wise, but hope you're doing well!

It's been a crazy couple of years for me actually - among other things also because I was in a situationship (I think that's what it's called) with a younger guy who was supposed to move away eventually and who ended up doing so recently- surprise surprise lol. So idk if this counts as me confessing a crush, but for someone who has crushed on boys easily for years and yet somehow been very very (almost too) careful about actually getting into a relationship, this was much harder on me than I expected. I went into it with the 'I don't care how this ends, it makes me happy rn' mentality that's just NOT me at all so idek what I was expecting tbh, but I realised more and more how easy it was to be with him, how I'd fallen for him without even realising it, how comfortable I was being myself around him, how he felt like a friend I'd known all my life AND someone I wanted to get to know everything about - basically all the stupid cliches I'd heard about that didn't seem that stupid anymore

His leaving was a sword hanging over my head for the last 1.5 years, and in a way I'm glad it finally happened because I know I wasn't thinking straight or considering other more liable long-term options because of him. But this also felt like the worst heartbreak I've had so far because it felt so out of my control- had his circumstances or my career been different, it may really have been something - but I don't blame him at all.

So I'd like to ask if you (or anyone you know of) have a similar story about feeling like someone really could've (to quote Taylor Swift) been The One if not for circumstances, and how looking back on it after a while makes you feel.

I have been wondering this for a bit now but have the ask character limit/formatting limitations gone away?? that’s great news okay now let’s go into your story. it has VERY MUCH been ages since I’ve seen you and I’m so happy you’re here!! okay let’s do this

let me start with: I totally crush easily. I always have a crush. several crushes. pet crushes. I used to wonder how it was possibly to love one person forever until I realized you can still have crushes and it’s fine because it’s not the same thing; part of the fun of a crush is the cerebral part, where it only exists in your head and is perfect, which is also what most situationships are because some element of intimacy (the commitment part) is missing. but anyway yes okay so you had a crush and lol, I know, we all tell ourselves we don’t care how it ends but of course we do, all of this tracks... yeah, I can see totally this as something that hangs over you. I completely understand. I’m a daydreamer myself. there are lots of people in my life that I think I could have been happy with, even if it’s not the happy I ultimately chose. and because things are left open-ended or without the conclusion that satisfies you, it’s easy to imagine they’re more perfect than they actually were, or to imagine what they would have been if you hadn’t already known it couldn’t really happen.

I really thought I was going to end up with this one guy I knew in college. I still don’t understand what happened with him? he was so, so smart; I don’t remember exactly how we got to be friends—a class, probably—but then gradually he started taking me as his date to things. like, fancy things? galas he got invited to by the university, a secret society he was part of, big networking things—I’m kind of a great date for schmoozing, he was totally beloved by all the VIPs, and we always had fun together. I remember one night he showed up at my sorority house with flowers and it was totally that scene from Legally Blonde where all my sorority sisters were screaming about the boy who showed up in a tux to take me to this event. when we spent time alone together I was like wow, we’re planning a future together, aren’t we? like, this is what it would be like if we were together. but he had a lot of personal issues; a very private but very serious substance abuse problem, difficulties with intimacy. overall it was not a good situationship for me, even if I was perfectly content while I was inside it. I think about him all the time; he’s like the daisy to my gatsby. the last time I saw him he was dropping me off on my doorstep—he kissed me goodnight, told me I looked beautiful, and that was it. now he’s just gone, and like, it’s not just that he’s gone, but the whole future I imagined with him is gone. the galas and parties and feeling like part of a power couple is the opposite of the marriage I eventually chose, and yeah. sometimes I imagine there’s an alternate version of myself living that life, though it kind of satisfies me to think that version of me probably isn’t happier. she just didn’t know yet who she really was or what she really wanted. she didn’t know what kind of love would actually make her feel safe

after him there were a couple of others. someone in law school while I was dating mr blake, someone I worked with after I had gotten married. just crushes, people with chemistry who I knew would have chosen me if I’d asked. I’m an imaginative person, so yeah, sometimes I think about the fact that I could have made other choices and gone down other paths. I really think that letting yourself travel down that AU of your life is worth it; you just have to be honest about how it actually looks. and in this case it’s probably too fresh for you to feel anything but sad, but that’s okay. some sadnesses are important, they teach us something about what we really want. everyone in your life touches it and changes you, and I think it’s perfectly fine to honor that

#galloween slumber party #gumwouldbperfection

21 notes · View notes

softstraykidsimagines · 7 years ago

Text

Ice cold

Summary: you meet a bright but peculiar boy who seems to have a talent for making everything but you feel cold.

Requested: no I got this idea when someone mentioned that Felix looked like Elsa (from Frozen)’s brother and I couldn’t resist

Pairing: Felix x reader

Genre: fluff, supernatural au

Format: bulletpoint because idek what I’m doing I just want this to be something quick and lighthearted

A/N: SOOOOOO FELIX HAS PLATINUM BLOND HAIR. Yup I’m quite dead. And because he looks so GODLY with that hair I just had to write a supernatural au

I hope you enjoy this! I really enjoyed writing it lol

Ahhh winter

The wonderful season of snowball fights, hot chocolate and cuddling by a fire

And freezing your ass off

Which is what you were doing, standing there in the middle of the street

You tried to warm your hands up by rubbing them together or blowing on them with a quick breath

Ye that didn’t work

Why were you dying of frostbite? You had no other possibility to get home except for waiting for a stupid bus that only passed every hour-and-a-half

You checked your watch again. Still 21 minutes to go.

Shit

You were going to be an icicle by the time the bus came, you were screwed.

“Hey, why so grumpy-lookin”, came a happy voice from behind you, making you jump.

There in front of you stood a young boy, who must have walked up in complete silence, staring at you with large and curious eyes

“I— umm—“ you stared at him speechless. He’s really cute

What stood out the most about the boy, that you couldn’t wrap your head around, was his silver-white hair, which seemed to mimic the whiteness of the world around you.

He smiled cheekily. “You look rather cold. Do you want something to warm you up?”

Your brain didn’t even register and compute what he said immediately. You were so slow from the cold. “Oh! Umm yeah, that would be great, thank you!” Any chance at not freezing to death was a chance you would take

You suddenly flinched and yelled as he flung himself at you, wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing,” you yelped.

“I’m giving you a hug! Isn’t that obvious?” He sniggered. “Hugs always make people feel warmer”.

You were about to protest and push him off, ready to yell for help, when you suddenly started feeling warmth in your hands. Then your arms, upper chest and the rest of your body.

What the hell??

Soon you felt your temperature coming to a normal and near-comfortable level. You felt the boy chuckle

“So why are you out here,” he asked. “Are you trying to lose some limbs?”

“Of course not,” you snapped. “Im waiting for a damn bus to get home...”

“How far is ‘home’?” This kid is really curious

“About an hour by bus,” you huffed. “Where are you headed, mister...?”

“I’m Felix,” he giggled. “And I’m not really going anywhere! I’ll go where the wind wants to take me”. That’s it, he’s a total nut job

“Right”, you mutter, now realizing how closed the two of you still were. You pushed him off you gently, but as soon as his arms weren’t around your shoulders, you felt your body temperature drop like a stone.

You hugged yourself tightly, already feeling your teeth chatter. “What the hell?! What’s going on?”

Felix tilted his head to the side, like a puppy who was trying to understand an unknown command. What’s with him? “I told you, hugs always make people feel warmer!” He started thinking. “What if I got you home right now, in under 10 minutes?”

“Say what?” That wasn’t possible. It took an hour to drive home, so how could someone get you there in 10 minutes tops? What’s he smoking?

He seemed to read your mind. “Are you willing to trust me?” He looked at you with innocent eyes.

You sighed. He seemed to be trustworthy, but that wasn’t the case whenever he opened his mouth to talk. You could accept his suspicious offer and take the risk, or risk dying in the cold.

Eh what the hell, you had nothing to lose at this point.

“Alright, I’ll trust you”, you give up. “What do you propose?”

He smiled like a happy child. “Let me hug you, so that you won’t fall”.

You let him wrap his arms around your waist, and you snaked your arms behind his neck. You immediately felt your temperature rise again and Felix gave you a cheeky grin. Maybe this isn’t a good idea?

Too late

Before you could even take a breath to scream, you felt the ground disappear from under your feet as you both shot up into the sky. You held onto Felix tightly, the only anchor you had that reassured you that you weren’t dreaming. We’re going to die! We’re going to die!

Then you stopped in confusing. Felix was... laughing?

How could he be laughing when you were over 100 feet in the air?!

“Hey, Wind!! Calm down! This is a friend!! This is— uhh”. He looked at you. “What’s your name?”

“Y—y/n”, you stutter. “I’m heading to (your adress)”

Felix beamed. “There! You heard, Wind! Take us to (your adress) please!!!”

You screamed as a gust of powerful air pushed you in the direction of your home. How is this possible? You couldn’t believe what was happening.

You slammed your eyes shut, too scared to look at what was happening around you. You were close to whimpering, you didn’t enjoy being thrown around at a height that, if you fell, could break every bone in your body

“Hey... hey it’s okay”, Felix told you gently. “I got you. You can look if you want, the view is amazing...”

You slowly forced open one eye, then the other. You took a deep breath before turning around in Felix’s grip to look at what was before you.

You were stunned into total silence.

You could see your home, the whole area where you lived, stretching out in every direction beneath you. You could see everywhere you went from the superstore to your friend’s house. In the distance, past the dark grey clouds that plagued your home, you thought you saw the sun, setting and creating an assortment of warm colors, as the day came to an end

You let out a terrified but wonderous laugh. The view really is beautiful

Felix chuckled. “I can make this a hundred times more fun, watch this!” Before you could protest, you felt your stomach jump into your throat as you both plummeted to the ground

You were too terrified to scream. This is it, this is how I die...

“ICE RINK”, yelled Felix giddily. You looked under your feet to see a thick layer of ice between you and the deserted road.

You turned further around to see where the ice was coming from. WHAT THE HELL?

The ice was appearing out of nowhere in front of the two of you, as you both shot along the pavement.

Felix was laughing like an idiot the whole time. “How about a slalom?” The ice path suddenly curved from one side of the road to the other, then back again, before rising into the air and falling back to a normal level. He cackled with delight.

You started smiling too, feeling less horrified of what was happening. You kept a firm grip on Felix, trusting only him to keep you safe.

He noticed you relaxing a bit and instantly took the advantage. The ice over the road suddenly expanded until it covered every inch of the surface.

Felix started skating in random patterns (without skates) and pulling you along with him. “Look at us! We could be Olympic figure skaters!!” He laughed as you gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to yell in panic.

Just keep looking at him. You can keep your balance if you look at him, you thought

You locked your gaze with Felix’s, only trusting the kind look his deep eyes had as he stared back at you

You both stayed there, you don’t know how long. It felt like forever, the world seemed to spin in slow motion around you. Your heart beat loudly against your ribs, but it wasn’t from fear anymore.

Felix suddenly broke eye contact and yelped, before swerving out of the way of a lamppost. “Maybe that’s enough fun for one day”, he admitted.

You finally arrived in front of your home, your hair all messed up, eyes wide and legs shaking.

You kept your gaze glued on Felix as he looked your home up and down. “Nice place... you can let go, now”.

You had to mentally forced your fingers to loosen their grip and to step away from the silver-haired boy. “Th—thank you”, you say unsteadily. You don’t trust yourself to be able to talk properly for a while. “...Felix”

His eyes lit up when you said his name. He smiled charmingly at you. “It’s not a problem, y/n. Maybe I’ll see you wandering around in the freezing cold weather again soon?”

You nodded slowly, stepping away from him. The cold seeped back into your bones as the distance between you became larger. “You’re not a normal person, are you?”

He laughed. “What made you think that?” He shook his head. “I’m an ice bender. I can create, melt, and shape ice how I want to. I’m friends with the Wind, who helps me to travel. And I can control temperature levels within a certain distance of my body”.

You nodded. “That’s why I felt so warm while hugging you...”

He grinned. “Once again, hugs always make people feel warmer”.

You smiled back at him. “Maybe I’ll see you around then, Felix. I need a personal walking radiator for cold days”.

“I’m not a walking radiator”, he pouted. “I’m can control ice”.

“You’re like Jack Frost”

“Sort of, but way cooler”

You laughed. “Alright, then Felix Frost. I’ll see you around”

“See you, y/n”, he replied quietly as you walked through your front door, looking back for only a second before closing it with a bright blush on your cheeks

But Felix saw it, and it made him giggle as he bounced through the air, wherever the wind took him.

WOOHOO PLATINUM BLOND FELIX COMING TO SNATCH US ALL GNIGHT

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #felix #felix imagine #felix lee #lee felix #lee felix imagines #scenario #imagine #cold #frost #winter #jack frost #supernatural #supernatural au #jyp #jyp entertainment

212 notes · View notes

thclcstgirl · 6 years ago

Text

tagged by: @azhefa tagging: @headstrongblake, @hotsaucechrsmscake or @unworthyheart, @heartmotivated, @ragingicarus, @arcadicn or @deathvisited, @cvckroach, @waldenborn or @softsurvivor, @rainkilled or @timiidity + anyone who sees this consider yourself tagged lol

BASICS:

Name: brittany Age: 29 Pronouns: she / her Sexuality: bi Zodiac sign: ARIES PRIDE Taken or single: married Four Things About This Blog:

❄ roan Fox is the longest standing muse so far and is the most consistent. i feel like i could write him her in my sleep. ( boom copying lenee’s because IT’S SO TRUE FOR MY FOXY GIRL ) ❄ Fox was my first venture into indie roleplaying ❄ I have never once changed blogs/changed url’s/archived for fox in the 2 years I’ve been playing her. This blog is the OG blog I started with 2 years ago. ❄ Fox is also the first “normal” or non-fantasy-based muse I’ve ever played. Before her I was in the HP rpc, and before that it was the Dark-Hunter rpc.

Three Mun Facts:

❄ I have been with my husband for almost 8 years

❄ I have many pets: 3 dogs, 1 cat, 1 bull calf, 6 chickens. I also always take in friendly/clearly housedog dogs when I find them wandering until I can get them home to their owner, so we’ve had a few passing guests. We have also had a few escapee cows wander onto our property over the last 2~ years ( 6 to be exact ) that I always make my bro-in-law call around to see who’s missing a cow so they can come fetch their escapees.

❄ I worked in both the hotel industry ( front desk ) and then a law firm back in Las Vegas before we moved out to Texas.

EXPERIENCE:

How’d you start: Back on a FB based group for my Dark Hunters series some like a decade ago Platforms you’ve used: Facebook, tumblr, discord Best experience: Logistically speaking? Facebook. It was much easier to do multi-person threads or single person threads, and overall was a much cleaner setup for roleplaying. If the boy ever wants to go through with his roleplay-based website, that’s the format I’d make him use. Emotionally speaking? Probably Fox. We’ve had some ups and downs for sure, but overall the friendships I’ve made here and the general plots always keep me coming back for more. Worst experience: Two separate, one in the HP fandom, one here, both involving groups where things just went from weird to bad to worse faster than I could even keep up. Both resulted in me leaving groups and plots that I loved which still stings.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

Original or canon: canon Favourite face: Everyone knows I’m completely obsessed with Gen now haha. Theo James, my Styxx, has become my newest obsession. But Katerina’s fc Kristina Romanova will always be a fav. And I’ve always had a thing for Crystal Reed dont @ me. Least favorite face: Lily James and it’s purely due to a bad experience. No shade at LJ. Multi or single: single, but I have to say I like having my multi for my lesser-used kids. It’s nice to have a place where they don’t just go stagnant and I have the open option to play with the few-but-good connections I have on them.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

Plots or memes: I love both. Plots can be harder especially with new people, and I think meme’s are a great way to inspire something. Best time to write: idek anymore man whenever I can manage Do you like your muse(s): I love Fox with all my heart, but honestly I love Styxx more than anything, and have for a long time. The rest I obviously like ( why would I play them if I didn’t like them ) but Fox and Styxx are the #1′s in my heart. How long (months/years?): 2 years and 1 month on Fox Fluff, angst or smut: Angst, obviously. Fluff on occasion. Smut only with select people bc I suck at it.

#about the mun

1 note · View note

the-prophet-lemonade · 7 years ago

Note

hey sorry to bother you but i was just wondering if you have any advice for someone who wants to start writing fic? anything like resources & software you use or tips for being motivated would be rlly helpful,, thanks!!

advice for starting fic ,,, let’s see here. i think the first thing to do is read around, and see what you like (and don’t like), and then write what /you/ want to see. personally, for droplets, i picked a very particular genre because i hadn’t seen it done before in the fandom (we had a lot of great college aus in the fandom at the time, but nothing slice-of-life set outside of school, so), but i don’t recommend writing something based around appealing to an audience. i don’t do that anymore, and it’s enabled my writing to become a lot freer, authentic, and more personal. so, step one: write what you want to read! and write for yourself! practice some good self-appeasement lol

other hot tips ,,,

- editing happens later. it’s tempting to edit as you write, but honestly just try to whack out as many words as you can, when you can, because the motivation train is highly elusive in my experience. it doesn’t matter how raw and typo-ridden and full-of-holes that first draft is … it doesn’t matter. you just want to get that skeleton down on the page, that’s the fundamental hurdle

- don’t be too harsh on yourself! some people will be able to churn out fics like butter, and honestly good for them, but it’s ok if you can only manage a few fics in a year. write at your own pace, edit at your own pace, make piece with the fact some fic authors are fucking wizards or something idek. don’t worry if you need to take breaks and hiatuses or hit walls ,,, just go do something else and come back to a project later

- practice good fic etiquette … kudos and comment and reblog all the fics that you consume yourself. hopefully it’ll encourage people to do the same for you, because god knows acquiring feedback is like beating blood from a stone at times. don’t go in expecting it to be easy, because honestly it’s 99% good luck (1% clever marketing) to get a big audience. but you’ll always have /an audience/ and make sure to appreciate them lots and lots!

- planning is useful, but sometimes just flying straight into writing a fic works really well. i’ve done both. droplets is meticulously planned out, and that’s important for fics with heavy symbolism and nuance and literary devices, for fics that you want to be complex. but recently i wrote a malec sense8 fusion fic with absolutely no pre-planning, and that turned out really fresh and was very well-received by the fandom, so ??? figure out how much of you needs to be an architect, and how much needs to be a gardener. it’s likely you’ll be a mix of both, and that’s good.

- in terms of my drafting process, for droplets i have a lot of crumpled pieces of paper with spider diagrams for each chapter, which i then usually convert into a shorthand draft (5 - 20 pages handwritten) of chapter events in a chronological order, which then converts into a typed up first draft (1 page of handwritten notes usually converts anywhere between 500 - 4000 words depending on how brief i was being in my plan). then i do a full edit on the draft to get my second draft … so this is changing word choices, rephrasing sentences, playing with nuance and meaning and sound and rhythm, fixing the story elements, adding and removing scenes. then is the technical edit, which is where i typo hunt (i’m very bad at this), which leaves me with my third draft, which then undergoes a format edit, ready for publication :~) on a good day, i can whack out 1.5k words in an hour (those are rare), and it’s my editing process that dragss (a 20k droplets chapter will take, at minimum, 20 hours to edit)

- for motivation, the most useful thing is reading widely, and not just straight forward prose. i mean sure, read books, and read a lot of fic too, but always read stuff more lyrically minded, such as songs or poetry or verse. poetry is my personal #1 source of motivation. i also am immensely inspired by movies, so if i’m having a duff day, usually watching a good film will get me buzzing to write! finally, taking time away from writing is great for motivation … breaks are important, and you need to take time to refresh and rejuvenate between manic writing sessions. meditation works well for me, especially in terms of figuring out writing blocks or jumbled ideas i might have

- i’m a Basic Bitch when it comes to tools i use ,,, i open up a google doc, write a sentence, then go play pokemon for 40 hours and forget i’m trying to write a new draft lol

- that being said, my good pal lars has recommended something called writeordie to me many times, which is a programme that encourages you to write or face consequences (which can range from annoying noises to no internet access to actually deleting your work if you don’t write fast enough lol). i also recommend using nanowrimo as a good starting point for writing big projects, although i’ve never actually successfully completed that either ,,,

i hope some of that might help !!!!! hmu if you want to know anything specific about my mess of a process lol

#lucy replies #writing #long post

12 notes · View notes

girlbetweenryosuke · 7 years ago

Text

“Drunk Confession”

[dude I don’t fukin know what to say about this anymore so just try to read lol idek] [also have i used this gif before idek lol i’m so insane rn]

One, two, three, drink. Four, five, six, chug it down. Seven, eight, nine, down the hatchet. Ten, I’m fucking drunk. “How many have you drank??”, Yuri held me by the shoulder to keep me up, “Not more than I can”, I paused to hiccup, “handle.”, I continued and slovenly smiled, my eyes half-open. “I beg to differ”, he chuckled and helped me back up to my seat.

He then started talking to me about all these other things but suddenly all my attention could focus on was this girl right in front of me. She had her back turned to me but with the way she was standing, she looked just as wasted. Her weight was shifted to one leg as she leaned against the cocktail table, talking to her friend. Without thinking, I slowly stepped down from my seat and walked towards her, stumbling along the way. As I neared her, I could sense this kind of familiarity in her, like I knew her very well but at the same time I didn’t. “Ryosuke, where are you going?!”, Yuri came after me as I nonchalantly tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Excuse me.”, I called her attention and her head shot up to turn to me, “Wha-”, her eyes widened and so did mine as I realized who she was.

It was Y/N.

Record scratch, and playback. Y/N is my fellow idol who became one of my friends recently. Before I knew who she was, I thought she was pretty stuck-up, like most of the female idols I’ve come across with. She wore all these girly clothing that would reveal her legs and things like what the other idols would wear.

But… she wasn’t like that at all. Her and I were in a collaboration project where we were supposed to sing a couple of song numbers together. On the first day of practice, I was in the dance room, stretching with the guys. Then, one by one, the members of her group started to come in, chatting with each other, and then greeting us. “Is Y/N not here yet?”, one of the members asked us and we all shook our head no, shrugging.

We went on with practice for our first number for around 30 minutes when suddenly the doors to the dance room opened, and out came Y/N who was gasping for air and holding onto the door knob for dear life. “Y/N! Why are you late?”, an angry member approached her, and she held a hand up to signal him to wait. When she finally caught her breath, she gulped and stood up straight, “The train was delayed.”, she said. “You could have just driven!”, he said, “My friend borrowed my car.”, she retorted, dropping her training bag on the floor.

The member sighed and walked back to the dance formation we were last in as the dance instructor told her what to do. We did a quick run through on what she missed on and the instructor pointed to where she was supposed to go, and she nodded. After two run throughs, she was able to join in on the group and dance with us, only having a few mistakes, but nothing that the rest of us wouldn’t do.

I felt her passion for her job, just looking at her. She was gasping for air, but she was strong enough to keep dancing because this is what she loved. Somehow, I felt even more motivated to dance because I felt her energy radiate around her. My impression of her being a cold-blooded stuck-up idol didn’t last long and it was quickly thrown out the window.

We had some time to spare after practice and the two of us were alone in the break room after 8 p.m. I felt like I needed to create some kind of conversation, because I wanted to be her friend—not in a weird way. “Hey, was the train really late earlier? I don’t think it ever runs late.”, I suddenly said, and she looked up from her phone and grinned, “I lied.”. Woah, okay, I was expecting a yes, but this was something else. “I found a kid’s kite stuck in a tree branch and it took me a long time to get it out.”, she pursed her lips, smiling and looking down on the floor, “And then the kid went along and pulled me to the ice cream cart and bought me ice cream with the last of her money.”.

I felt my heart grow warm with her sweet and innocent story. “Why didn’t you tell the truth?”, I asked, and she chuckled, “Well, because that would mean I had a choice to be late or not. I can’t have them take anything up against me.”. I couldn’t help but smile at her wit and cleverness.

“Do you have anything to do next Saturday?”, I involuntarily asked, like it was a reflex from my mouth to say that right when I’m into a girl. She hummed and scrolled through her phone, “Nothing that I can’t squeeze something in, why?”. I nodded, looking down, biting the inside of my mouth. I crossed my arms behind me and leaned forward as I lingered around the room, “Oh you know, just thought maybe we can hang out.”. She chuckled, “Are you asking me out?”. “No, I’m not, I’m just asking you to hang out with me.”, I cheekily grinned and she laughed,

“Sure, why not?”.

And with that, we were hanging out almost on a daily basis. We didn’t even have to call each other or text each other anymore, it came to a point where her plans for breaks were my plans for breaks. It was like an unspoken rule that we would be together—but we’re not dating. Don’t get me wrong, just—friends. That’s all. I think. I mean, it’s been around a year since we’ve been friends, we know a lot about each other. I’ve seen a whole lot of her that she doesn’t show in public; we were close. But somewhere along the lines, I suddenly realized how pretty she was, how her personality was like a magnet to me, and how much I wished that we were something more. Before I knew it,

I was in love with her.

“Oy, Ryosuke!”, she held a hand up for me to high-five which I did. “You! Why are you here?!”, I asked, practically yelling because I couldn’t hear anything because of how loud the club music was playing. “I don’t know!!”, she laughed, and I laughed with her, with a slightly confused face. “Why are you here?!”, she asked, “Chinen wanted a clubbing companion.”, I answered. “What?!”, she yelled, “I said Chinen wanted a clubbing companion!”, I yelled back. “Chinen water the plant museum?!?!”, she misheard the words and I laughed.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the loud room, not without letting her grab her drink. We sat in a lounge looking room where the club music wasn’t too loud. The seats were red, a coffee table was in the middle of the sofa that spread to all corners of the room. “What did you say?”, she slurred, still raising her voice. “Shh, you don’t have to”, I paused to hiccup, “shout anymore.”.

She leaned her head backward and then back down as she nodded, closing her eyes. “Dude, I’m sorry, I’m so drunk right now.”, she laughed, laying a hand on my back, and patting it. “Me too”, I smiled, leaning my head on the wall as I looked at her. She was looking down on the seat, with her cheeks red and eyes droopy—she looked so cute. “Uh-oh, Ryosuke’s looking at me!”, she jokingly covered her face, “I’m going to b-blush!!”, she joked, and I laughed with her, dragging her hand down.

She looked at me, laughing. “Why are you so damn cute?”, she suddenly said. “W-what?”, I furrowed my eyebrows, not believing what I had just heard. “Ah, damn! You’re so cute!”, she slurred, reaching out and pinching my soft cheeks. “Stop!”, I laughed as she slowly let go. “You’re too cute for me. What did I do to deserve even a glance from you?”, she grinned, “Whaaaat”, I whined, “You’re too cute for me!! I can’t even handle the sight of you without blushing!!”, I laughed.

“Whaaat??”, she copied me, “I don’t deserve you.”, she laughed. Everything that was about to go down, probably won’t stay for a minute in our brains, but I guess it would leave a stain on our hearts. “What?! I don’t deserve you! You’re amazing! You can do all this professional shit without complaining!!”, I argued, “What?! I don’t deserve you! You’re h-handsome! Your face is the literal epitome of beauty and I feel like a rock next to you!”, she argued.

“You’re beautiful!”, I yelled, “You’re talented!”, she yelled back. “You’re kindhearted!”, I yelled, “You’re a gentleman!”, she yelled back. “You make my heart beat faster!”, I yelled as we slowly neared each other, “You make my stomach have butterflies!”, she yelled back. “Your body makes me want to embrace you and have you all day long!”, I yelled, “Your lips make me want to kiss you all day long!”, she yelled back. “I don’t deserve you!”, I yelled, my hand touching hers, “I don’t deserve you!”, her forehead was leaning against mine.

“But I still love you!”, we said in unison.

That one line took both of us back and words stopped spilling everywhere. She tilted her head as her eyebrows furrowed at mine. Both of us were still drunk, for sure, but somehow everything didn’t matter to us until that was said. “No. I love you.”, she began to argue again, “No, I love you!”, I retorted. “No! I love you!!”, she began to get closer again, “No!! I love you!!!”, I said, leaning towards her. “Do you want me to prove it to you?!”, she yelled, “Do you want me to prove it to you?!!”, I retorted.

“Fine!”, “Fine!”.

And with that, the heated space between us was closed with our lips colliding. My lips slowly fit in between hers, shifting and tilting my head as I kissed her. She held onto my nape to pull me in closer until she was lying down on the seat behind her. I crawled on top of her, my hands on both sides of her body as we deepened the kiss. I reluctantly pulled away when she pushed my head away from hers, “We’re not going to remember any of this tomorrow, are we?”, she chuckled as she was out of breath. “Then we’ll say it again tomorrow.”, I chuckled and kissed her forehead,

“I love you.”

#yamada ryosuke #ryosuke yamada #Hey! Say! JUMP #hey say jump #Hey! Say! 7 #hey say 7 #yamada ryosuke fanfiction #fanfiction #Drunk Confession #yama-chan #yamada ryo

4 notes · View notes

leesungjongg · 7 years ago

Text

15 bias tags tag

@soooldout tagged me to list basically 15 tags about my bias on here, thank you!

My bias is the lovely prince Sungjong, so I’ll see if I can find tags based off of him ^_^ Bolded are my faves - you can read those if you’re just lazy like I am LMAO)

#his hands are really beautiful #honestly who am i kidding #SUNGJONG /HIMSELF/ IS THE 8TH WONDER OF THE WORLD #MIGHT AS WELL BE THE FIRST #BECAUSE HE'S UNREAL DKSJSKS

#HIS EYES ARE THE 8TH WONDER OF THE WORLD I NOMINATE SOMEONE TO CREATE A MARBLE STATUE #AND DEDICATE IT TO HIS EYES #HES SO BEAUTIFUL (idk why i decided to say that on that certain photo bc there are so many other wonderful photos of sungjong with his beautiful eyes but i guess i was just really excited)

#hello #tis i. the sungjong stan #who'll do a sungjong spam #and wow he looks amazing. dam #did u like my poem

#sungjong #heart eyes forever #bunny #im gonna make a bunny tag now #everytime sungjong reminds me of a bunny i'll tag it as him #we got myung frog and now bunny jong #amazing (i never used that tag rip the bunny jong tag)

#my lil artsy orange #ilu

#i love when he smiles with his teeth #so precious #bubbly (this was honestly my favorite day because he simply looked so so beautiful LIKE I KNOW I SAY THIS ALL THE TIME BUT STILL. SERIOUSLY. HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL. HOW IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL. and it was winter tooo T_T beautiful outfit, beautiful face, beautiful soul)

#the prettiest #the most handsomest #the most beautifullest #he is E V E R Y T H I N G (literally the same tags from that day lol)

#did u know sungjong is the cutest when he smiles#bc he is #like literally do u see that ray of sunshine. he is so beautiful #my beautiful bubbly child

#HE ACKNOWLEDGES HIS BEAUTY AND CUTENESS #I WANT TO CRY FOREVER HES SO PRECIOUS #LOVE YOURSELF #SUNGJONG#I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (remember when he uploaded that photo of him in that red coat hugging the giant teddy bear and captioned it as “this man called “I” is cute” and i had so much fond for him? yeah me too)

common tags about my bias that you’ll find on my blog:

#i love him so much!!!!!! i love him!!!!! i will tell everyone #idc if they listen or not im gonna yell it to the world!!!! (tbh one of the most common things i say in the tags about sungjong)

#sungjong #*gives him the world*

#*loves him with all my heart* / #*LOVES SUNGJONG WITH ALL MY HEART*

#ive forgotten which photos ive reblogged and whicj ones i havent #but i dont mind reblogging sungjong five million times

#hes the cutest :( i love him so much i hope he gets everything he ever wants

#anyways sungjong is the light of my life and i loterally MY HEART BEATS FOR HIM #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OH MY FOD #someone needs to sit me down and talk some sense into me #like idek what im saying anymore

#yes hello i'd like science to prove that sungjong is human and not some otherworldly angel

#goodbye friends for i have ascended #sungjong#fave #frkckkgrngisefefe wtf. wtf. how much love do i have in my heart for him??? #not enough thats for sure

and now for my fave tag :

#THIS IS MY FAVORITEST PHOTO OF HIM KSSNGUIJDKDBS #THE BESTTTTTTT #LOOK AT THAT SMILE #GOD#I WANT TO MAKE THIS PHOTO MY ROOM'S WALLPAPER

#sungjong is a gift #thats an actual tag

#FAVE #ULTIMATE FAVE #ALL TIME FAVORITE FAVE#AMAZINGEST THING IVE EVER SEENEST FAVE #OH MY GDODUXKNGF #SUNGJONG #BEAANNNNN I LOVE YOU!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE HIS SMILE OH MY GOD HELP MEEEEE HOW IS HE EVEN REAL!!!! #MY BABY #LOOK AT HIM I LVOE HIMS ONCUU #SO MUCH*** #HWKDNSKSHSDJVSSJS #fave #sungjong #<3

#OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #HE'S SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY HE'S LITERALLY THE CUTEST #LIL BALL OF SUNSHINE#honestly though. can someone please explain to me how he's so beautiful #or do i have to write a 10 page double spaced mla format paper myself #it's his makeup i swear. also his face and his smile i love him too much #sungjong #fave

#NOOOOOOO!!!! NO! NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO! #sungjong#HE IS OS EVAHSKDNSLSANLSMDLDNSLSND #HOW IS ANYONE ALIVEE #LOOK AT MY BIAS OH MY FOD GE IS SO BEAUTKFUL I LOVD HIMS I MUCH #FAVE (aka that time when he got purple hair and i just.)

#OH MY GOD IM CRYING #WHAT THE FRICK HE'S SO CUTE#OH MY GOD IM LITERALLY. LIKE WHATEGEKGJOPHTNH HOW DO I EVEN #I'M GONNA CRY LEGIT OH M GOD LOOK HOW HAPPY HE LOOKS HOLY FHIKCC #I LOVE HIM SO MUCHCUFDIOJIGRKGEL;#MY BEAN!! MY SMILEY HAPPY BEAN!! #LOOK AT HIS HAIR JUMPING UP AND DOWN WITH HIM #HE'S SO CUTE HOLY FRIK (this one’s actually one of my all time favorites bc he’s literally giggling and running and he looks so adorableE)

y’all get the idea right? that i’m totally heart eyes for sungjong and i love him so much? awesome, hope you enjoyed reading this, and i hope you have a great day

also forgot to tag people: @chickenyeol (bc i know you wanted me to do something tag related) aaaaaaaaaaaaaand anyone else who wants to do it

#personal #thank you for tagging me #sorry for taking so long

8 notes · View notes

dapperfvck-arc · 7 years ago

Text

How do you run your blog?

Repost; Do Not Reblog

Speed: It really depends. Usually I’ll get to a thread within a week or two at the longest. Given that have several partners that I talk to and plot with daily/weekly, we generate a lot of new ideas frequently and when something takes awhile, it usually got buried by under a crust of new threads and occasional meme prompt ask. My drafts box is like an archeological site, I swear. Sometimes I do have trouble with inspiration for a reply, but usually it’s just a matter of getting wrapped up with my little circle of friends and co-writers.

A side note, during my working week, my productivity slows to a crawl. I’m usually better off in Skype or tumblr IM and may get to a thread or two either before or after work if I’m just not in lurk/shit post mode until I pass out.

Replies: Aesthetically I use extremely light formatting. The first word always bolded and italicized and default size with all other text smaller. I also bold the quotation marks in dialogue because it looks hella cool on my blog proper given that I have bolded/italicized text is a different colour than the rest of the text. It also looks classy af on the dash. Icons for either FC depending on verse or comic caps are used until it gets to nsfw stuff or with some drabble prompts. As for preferences, I’m really quite flexible. Honestly, tho, I’m a multi-para whore and with most threads, eventually they start to get longer and longer. However, unless I can’t parse my muse’s thoughts on a matter or situation, I won’t go in hard and fast on a one-liner or small single para. Unless you’re one of my people, but then again, you prolly already have experience being slapped with my throbbing multi-para hard-on.

I don’t expect people to match me, and sometimes I may struggle to match length, as well, but I do like to see an attempt. Like if I give you a four para starter, I would prefer not to get a two sentence reply back (some of you are shaking your head, but this actually happened to me in my halcyon days in the community).

Starters: I don’t do greeters, because idk, for me it feels like when a teacher called on you because you weren’t paying attention. Nearly every time I’ve gotten a greeter, I’m unprepared and feel quite suddenly pressed. The RPC is already a ball of anxiety 85% of the time and I don’t want to add to anyone’s discomfort, providing I’m not the only crazy person who reacts to getting a greeter like a distant gunshot. Depending on how clogged my drafts box is and how busy I am, I probably post a starter call every couple weeks and open starters very rarely because like, idk, no one ever hops on them, so I don’t really feel like they’re welcome. In the case of the latter, I only ask that people read the tags. Some open starters are meant for mutuals, particularly ones with some established interaction.

Unless they’re plotted starters (or replies to longer ask box meme responses that I wanted to turn into a thread), they usually start short and often vague. Please don’t keep it vague. It drives me nuts. I want you to present an idea, go out on a limb, whatever (I mean within reason of course, use your common sense, too).

Inbox: It’s a mess, tbqh. A lot of times I mindlessly reblog or queue memes, especially at work or when I’m out and about on mobile, and then don’t feel like doing them or get excited over certain prompts over others. I will say that I keep things in my inbox for a very long time and might get to replying to prompt weeks to months later. Frequently I will draft ones that I know will be long.

Selectivity: Hoooo boy. I’m pretty fucking selective tbh. I like my partners to be literate and of course be able to enjoy their portrayal/character. That’s not to say I’m not open to meeting new people and interacting with new muses. I don’t need to know your muse extensively to RP with you, but I’m also perfectly willing to educate myself (I’m not going to front, I was compelled to watch both Daredevil and Preacher for the sake of character/canon research, as well as starting to read Lucifer). Also, I mostly RP with mutuals, but again, that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to discover new mutuals, you feel me?

Sometimes when my stress levels are high or I’m drowning in drafts, I tend to be a bit more standoffish and stick to “my people”, however this doesn’t last for long and may be broken by a compelling enough new interaction.

Wishlist item: *pounds table aggressively* CONSTANTINE FAM! AND I SUPPOSE THIS IS REALLY SELFISH BUT I WANT A CHERYL OR GEMMA RP BLOG IN MY LIFE. AND IDEK MAYBE HAVING A CHERYL BLOG WOULD BE BORING AS SHIT, BUT A GEMMA??? SURELY TO FUCK SOMETHING FASCINATING COULD BE DONE WITH HER. Also: CHAS! ELLIE! HELL BLAZER CANON CHARACTERS PLS.

ahem.

Anyway, idk, I really don’t have a wishlist? I mean, there are certain themes I’m keen to explore. Like my mythological bent to John, and developing certain verses, but like...all things considered I’m just more interested in world and relationship building than ticking off a wishlist of AUs or situations I want to see played out.

Honest note: I’m fiercely independent, and I don’t put up with bullshit. Honestly, I don’t have much tolerance for drama and the easiest way to push me away is pull me into a vortex of social or interpersonal drama. Been there, done that, and honestly I can be a bit skittish if I start getting a weird vibe. I’m coming up on five years RPing on tumblr and there’s not a lot that shocks me anymore.

A few more admissions:

-- I love writing ships. When I wrote fanfic, it was 95% shippy stuff. That doesn’t mean it’s all about romance, fluff, and sex, sometimes it’s just how two muses relate to each other or a glimpse into their lives together, but I know my strengths and tend to default to them. This doesn’t mean I’m out to collect lovers for John or am not willing to step out my comfort zone, just that there’s going to be a lot of that stuff here.

-- If we talk ooc, there’s a 100% more possibility that you’re going to get more attention from me both ic and ooc. It’s just a matter of comfort level. Though I might seem together and confident, it’s only really in regard to my writing. I’m intimidated by people who are so much better at being witty and fun and silly on tumblr and chatty about their characters and fandom outside of the constraint of meme prompts or whatever. I guess I’m just afraid of boring people or having followers roll their eyes like “omg Iggy stfu. Don’t you have twenty-odd replies? Chop, chop you anal retentive bitch.” Mind, no one’s actually said this to me, I just have dodgy self-esteem, honestly, and some days are worse than others.

-- If I tell you I think you’re a good writer, I mean it. This is important.

-- If I tell you I’m worried about the quality of a reply I gave you, I’m not fishing for compliments, I’m legitimately uncertain that you’ll like it. Just fyi.

-- I’m bad at writing m/f ships in any expedient manner. I have no good excuse for this other than being queer trash that would rather write about men being in love and lust. And uh, that’s not a good excuse at all. I’m just the literal worst and I’m sorry I come off as not inclusive enough. Honestly, I’m trying to be better about this deep failing of mine.

-- I apologize a lot for things I shouldn’t. Sorry lol

Tagged by: @vamptrampbamf

Tagging: @dcviltongued, @aliasinvestigate, @hittcr, @haharlarious, @riskedfalling, @hawkwxrd, @rageinmybones

#w ow this got real ahhgdhtghd

3 notes · View notes

earl-of-221b · 8 years ago

Text

驱魔录

Anti-demon Saga

This is a fan translation of the 2016 chapters of DENGANG’s Monkey King: Hero is Back fan comics. Please support DENGANG on weibo, three of his Hero is Back comics can be purchased here and here, as well as heaps of his art, prints, phones cases and other products. If you click on the links (in the link, lol), it’ll redirect to Taobao.

Please read bubbles and panels right-to-left (To follow the speech bubbles, read up-down from the right.)

Chapter 1

A monk opens to the door to a cottage on a rainy day.

Thugs: “En?”

“Venerable Master, what are you doing so late in the night?”

“Is the Master wanting to stop an injustice by saving this girl?”

Monk: “No…”

“I am here to save you guys…”

Thugs: “Ol’ Seven, go check the merchandise.”

“Hey Boss, can’t you see she’s still right there?”

Captured woman: “Venerable Master, you are headed west, I am headed east; from the very beginning, the well water will never impede upon the water in the river — why must you make such a scene and ruin my good work?”

‘Captured’ woman: “Do you really think I’m scared you?”

Thugs: “She was fucking-actually a demon this entire time!”

“Cut it down!”

(Green demon takes down thugs, pulls out spines.)

(Green demon goes in to kill the monk.)

Monk: “This monk has never said…

“That I…

…

“Had come alone…”

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong (Black bubbles): “Every time — you always have to waste your breath and run your mouth chit chatting, why must you humour these kinds of ants?”

Sun Wukong: “Jiang— ehem…Monk. These wild thugs, how should they be punished?”

Jiang Liu’er: “Let’s go. In these harsh times, (let us hope they can sort themselves out?).”

“Just then when you ascended from the sky, wasn’t that a little too amazing?”

“In this story I’m the main character, ok?”

Sun Wukong: “Sucker.”

End.

Author Notes: This is my first time drawing longer stories, the art style is a bit harsh. I’m not even sure if I can keep it up. This is to whet your appetite (literal - spice up your eyes?) I will kneel/bow now.

———

Chapter 2

Jiang Liu’er on horse. The horse is clearly one morphed from a dragon.

Jiang Liu’er: “Xiao Bai, I’ll go and get us some food. You wait outside the village for me.”

“Hm. I know. On the off-chance a stranger sees you, it won’t be good if you scare them off.”

Xiao Bai, White Dragon Horse (Black bubbles): “Master. There are dark enemies in this place, and they are heavy. It does not feel like a place where the living reside. It’s better to be careful.”

(Jiang Liu’er goes off with Lantern.)

“Mas…ter…”

Little girl: “Please…wait…”

“Master. Pleas slow down.”

(A young, blind girl tugs on Jiang Liu’er’s robes.)

Little girl: “Master, we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, you misunderstand. Please hear me speak.”

Jiang Liu’er (white bubble): “Really. You think you can trick this monk just like this? By tying yourself to this dying girl’s body? What are your intentions?”

Little girl: “Please help me. I beg of you, take me out of this village. This place is so full dangers. We should leave immediately.”

Ghost in little girl’s body: “Us mother and daughter have had it very harsh. My daughter was so unfortunate to lose her sight. But I could not sustain our livelihoods by being a beggar. These starved, desperate villagers, starved for years, singled me out as an outsider, and cut me down to share my flesh between them…”

“My grudge saw me take form as a spirit tied to my daughter’s body. I protect her from harm. But the villagers — they’ve changed and become even more virulent, and I am losing strength. Soon I will be nothing but dust and smoke and my daughter will be hungry and cold for the rest of her days. She will learn to resent even with the short time she has left in this world…”

“Venerable Master, please see with the kindness and compassion in your heart. Please save my daughter — leave quickly, or the villagers will discover you…”

Cannibals: “Flesh…”

“Flesh…there’s fresh flesh to eat here…”

“Kill…eat flesh…”

“Kill…kill them all, and then we eat tonight…kill…kill…”

Ghost Mum: “Great Master, take my daughter away from here! Even if I turn to flying dust and dissipating smoke, I will still kill these animals!”

Jiang Liu’er: “There’s no use. You can’t stop them. They can’t see you, and you shouldn’t add to your sins. Do you really not wish to reincarnate?”

Ghost Mum, dissipating: “Esteemed…Venerable Master, then you take my daughter and go. I’ll disappear now — you have to hold up, alright?”

“Mas…”

Jiang Liu’er, out of breath: “Hah…Hah…how great…I can’t run anymore…but…”

“Hah…White…”

“Dragon.”

(White horse looms out.)

(An explosion-like scene, White Horse morphs into a towering dragon, red eyes shining and looking down on Jiang Liu’er.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Xiao Bai. You hungry? I bought the food back to you.”

Xiao Bai, slithered close to Jiang Liu’er, red eye larger than Jiang Liu’er’s entire head: “Master…These villagers are living…”

Jiang Liu’er: “They’re live people?”

“Oh. Oh. I couldn’t tell.”

Sun Wukong, lounging on a tree: “Little Monk. You really favour Xiao Bai, don’t you? Under these pretty circumstances when would you ever stop to think of me?”

Jiang Liu’er: “I was just worried that you’ll go ahead and break the sky again…”

Sun Wukong: “What about this silly girl, Sa Yatou? You going to keep her with you on your travels?”

Jiang Liu’er: “Sa Yatou…”

End chapter

Author’s notes: Chapter 2 I did a long while after chapter 1. The style is still experimental and fumbly. Though it’s more rigorous/strict than before.

———

Chapter 3

Jiang Liu’er leading Sa Yatou on the white dragon horse.

Sa Yatou: “Hungry.”

Jiang Liu’er: “You’re hungry?”

*horse neigh*

(Wukong waves a peach above Sa Yatou.)

*Sniff, sniff*

Sun Wukong: “Want to eat?”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh.”

Sun Wukong: “Open your mouth…”

(Wukong is holding a magical pill.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Hey!!! Don’t you spoil her before lunchtime!”

(Sa Yatou eats whatever Wukong gave her like a rebel.) “What the heck did you give her to eat?!”

“Sa Yatou!! Stop eating it, spit it out quick!!!”

Jiang Liu’er: “Your eyes…”

Sa Yatou: “Ah….?”

“!!!”

Sa Yatou, able to see for the first time (No bubble): ‘Monk…Monk…’

Jiang Liu’er (No bubble): ‘Hahah…yeah…’

Sun Wukong with scarf: “Tch…”

In Heaven. One of the disciples of Taishang Laojun/ Laozi: “Old General, Old General, just then when I was counting the celestial pills, I counted one missing.”

End Chapter.

Author’s Notes: My intentions were to make short stories on daily life. And I was determined to get this image out after watching Monkey King: Hero is Back… (shamelessly warms my heart).

———

Chapter 4

(Translator Note: There’s a change in this chapter and you now have to read panels and bubbles from Left to Right. Like normal/ not in manga format.)

The crew is travelling and flies circle around Jiang Liu’er’s head.

*Sniff, sniff.*

Sun Wukong: “Oi…Little Monk! Are you still not going to take her for a bath?! She stinks!!”

Jiang Liu’er over image of Sa Yatou: “I’m a monk here. How can I bathe with a female child?”

Sun Wukong: “And here, I’m a monkey.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Then who else is there…”

(White horse, Xiao Bai, stands majestically.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Wait…”

Sa Yatou: “Xiao Bai…Xiao Bai!”

(Xiao Bai huffs.)

Xiao Bai: “C’mon then. Let’s go bathe.”

Sa Yatou (No bubble, text over head): ‘Xiao Bai is so pretty…”

Xiao Bai: ‘Haha…”

Thug: “Big Brother, someone’s bathing there.”

Other Thug: “Heh heh…looks like it’s a beautiful woman…”

Xiao Bai: “Let’s play some hide and seek…would you like that? Close your eyes now.”

Sa Yatou: “Ok.”

“One…

“Two…”

End.

Author’s Notes: After I finalised the ‘cool’ version of Xiao Bai the White Dragon Horse, the monk never rides her again. (After this chapter may everybody please supervise. This is now an official comic/ manhua.)

———

Chapter 5

(Note: Continue reading from Left to Right.)

(Name of cave next to demon which I have trouble reading sorry.)

Demon (black bubble): “There’s…there’s people coming…”

“My King — they’re coming! My—”

Demon King: “Who’s coming?”

Demon subordinate: “It’s…a monk…just…just two humans…”

Demon King: “Hahah…Since that monkey isn’t here…”

(Skulls) “Even if Heaven itself tries to stop me…”

“The monk still dies…”

(i.e The Demon King wants to eat Jiang Liu’er because legend says eating his flesh would make you immortal.)

‘Ahchoo…!’

Xiao Bai: “Even idiots can get a cold?”

Sa Yatou: “Is the monk done yet??”

(Jiang Liu’er is working on something.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Er…just wait of nightfall, then it’ll be finished…”

Sa Yatou: “Oh…ok then…”

Demon King: “Tonight you two will be the gourmet food of yours truly, the King…”

“Do you want to be eaten from the head first or the feet?”

Demon subordinate: “My…My King… (??idek sorry)”

Demon King: “Huh?”

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie stare down the demons.

Demon subordinate: “My Great King…is asking youse…oi.”

(King sweat drops, a nervous wreck.)

(Sa Yatou, Xiao Bai and Jiang Liu’er watch the paper lantern that Jiang Liu’er made. The lantern reads ‘buddhism’ or ‘buddha.’)

Sa Yatou: “Wah! <3”

Jiang Liu’er: “It’s so silent…it’s pretty, right?”

Jiang Liu’er: *Very pleased with himself for his one lantern.*

Xiao Bai: “Look over there, quick.”

Jiang Liu’er: ‘?!!’

Zhu Bajie (Pigsy): Now make your Pig Elder another hundred lanterns…or (?) you’ll regret it.

End.

Author’s Notes: I’m not great doing long serious topics (actually I can’t stop my own silliness from getting into it…oh, it’s my fun personality.)

———

Chapter 6

*Spin…spin…*

Swordsman: “There’s a strong smell of demon around here. Disciple, choose a good house.”

Disciple child: “Then let’s stay in this one. Let’s see if this time…there’s really people here…!!”

Disciple child knocks on door: “Anybody home?”

Behind door: “Coming…”

Disciple child: “Excuse me, but may I ask if the homeowner has seen any strange guests?”

Behind door: “……..Us lot are temporary guests here…”

Swordsman, startled: “En?!!!”

“The stench of demon is rife!”

Swordsman, a Taoist exorcist, chants: ….. (Very archaic language. Not sure which direction it’s supposed to be read in so can’t translate…forgive me…it’s Mumbo Jumbo…)

“Command!”

Talismans circle the Swordsman as he uses his technique: ‘Demon-ridding seal!’

Disciple child: “Heavens!…He’s using so many seals…Does Master not want to live through the next half year? [Because we’ll be out of seals.]

(Inside the house, the three figures loom with seals stuck everywhere.)

Zhu Bajie: You bastard! If you want to seal demons then seal your damn demons — what’s the meaning of this?!!”

(On Baijie’s necklace is the word “Gao,” the surname of his wife and the house he briefly married into before the journey to the west.)

Xiao Bai: ‘So noisy…’

Swordsman (right bubble): “Such an immensely strong pig demon…Heads up for my magical artefact…!”

“Arggh!!”

Zhu Bajie (left bubble): “Motherfucker…this Old Pig is going to waste you…!”

(Left to right)

Jiang Liu’er: “This was all a great misunderstanding, Taoist master, I ask for your forgiveness.”

Swordsman/ Taoist master: “Venerable Master, your words are too heavy. It was this one that was at fault.”

Disciple child: “Master…you’re bleeding��” [insinuating he actually fought Bajie? XD]

End.

Author’s Notes: You didn’t guess wrong if you recognised the swordsman was based on 燕赤霞, Yan Chixia, a character I adored as a kid. (If you don’t know it, check out 倩女幽魂, Qiànnǚ yōuhún/ ghost story.)

Translator notes: I haven’t seen that at all^ it must be good though.

———

Chapter 7

(Read right to left, up-down.)

Beyond the window is a person, their face white, their body fiery red, smiling inwardly.

(I’m sorry there’s too many words I don’t recognise so I won’t be able to translate this intro.)

Swordsman: “By the promise of Heaven and Earth…(?)…”

“Explode.”

“Watch me flagrantly spill blood today — heh!”

Word above the surprised demons: *scared*

Disciple child: “Master…be careful…that’s…”

Swordsman: “Haha…they must be frightened by my great Taoist powers.”

(The Ruyi Jingou Bang, wreathed in clouds, towering high above the atmosphere like a colossus, falls.)

Disciple child: “C’mon now…let’s go get our money…[for ridding the demons.]”

Swordsman: “Wh—what the heck?”

End.

Author Notes: I originally wanted to have the Great Sage have a little go, but then I thought — these are just a couple of small fry. Not nearly enough for the Great Sage to pick his teeth with.

———

Chapter 8

(Name Xiao ‘Yu’ as in ‘jade.’)

Nine-tailed fox: “Xiao Yu, is it really worth doing this for a man? Just because he helped you on one instance.”

Two-tailed fox, Xiao Yu: “Older Sister, I understand. But — this debt I owe is something I must pay back.”

“I cannot help that I have no other powers, I’ve only this body of blood and bone I can rely on to pay the debt. Please, sister, understand.”

“That year I was captured by hunters, if it wasn’t for him, I would have long been skinned and sold off to the market.”

(She has the sister cut off one of her tails.)

Xiao Yu: “Up until today I’ve endured misfortune and hardship!”

*Sigh.*

“This is the only way I can pay back the kindness shown to me.”

Nine-tailed fox, sister: “But even if you have a thousand tails, that won’t help you gain people’s trust…”

Xiao Yu: “Ah.”

Daughter: “Mother, I’m back!!”

Mother: “I told you to go up the mountain and get (?), why are you back so late?”

Daughter: “It’s…because the mountain path is hard to walk.”

Mother: “Why is the wife of the man in the mountains so pompous? Look at you — you go up the mountain once and come back looking like this. No wonder it’s been all this time and you don’t have a single child.”

“Ugh! But at least this luck you’re having is good. Every time you go up there you’re just in time to bump into this white fox…(?)”

Xiao Yu: “Is…may I ask…”

Jiang Liu’er: “Hello, Madams, may I ask if you may spare us some food?”

End Chapter.

Author Notes: It’s a cameo of ‘Liaozhai fox goddess showing gratitude’ story. But the monk is chucked into the chaos.

Translator Notes: In chapter 9 this ‘Mother’ is suddenly changed to a Grandmother and idek?? So I’m going to keep it as ‘Mother.’

———

Chapter 9

(Read panels right to left again, lol).

Jiang Liu’er: “This humble monk hails from the Eastern Mainlan—”

The Mother: “—Monk, in these kinds of times how are we supposed to have spare food for you?”

Jiang Liu’er: “……”

Mother: “And speaking of, since when did buddhist monks harbour small girls and take them running all over the world? Or are you a kidnapper? A criminal?!”

Jiang Liu’er: “If I am, then at least let me get this child a bite to eat.”

Mother: “I already said — there’s no food in the house we can spare. Hurry up and leave, do you hear…”

Mother: “Xiao Yu!! What are you doing?! Get these people out of here already…”

(Daughter bobbing to talk to Sa Yatou.)

Daughter: “You hungry?”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh.”

Daughter: “…But this Venerable Monk and poor little girl look in need…”

Mother: “You failed housewife!! Already married for half a year and still can’t conceive a child and now look — I don’t know where you learned to lure this wild man to the house…a;lsdkfja;ldskfj…”

(Jiang Liu’er’s poker face.)

(Sa Yatou.)

Voice: “Stupid old hag! This mistress cannot stomach your hullabaloo taking up half the damned day! I see that you must be about done with your life!”

(Daughter, shocked!!)

Mother: “You little brat!! What did you say?!”

(White Dragon Horse, Xiao Bai, flies off of Sa Yatou’s shoulder, morphing back into her human form while rolling up her sleeves for a fight.)

Xiao Bai: “If this mistress doesn’t break your mouth today I’ll—!! Sa Yatou, stand back! Very Far! Don’t get splashed by blood…”

Now-one-tailed fox, Xiao Yu: “You are not to touch my household!!”

Xiao Bai, dragon form: “The likes of a small fox dares to stand in my way…”

Xiao Yu: “I dare not. But these people have been kind to me and I owe them a debt. I beg you, great goddess, to spare them. I’m willing to give my life.”

Jiang Liu’er: “……..”

Jiang Liu’er: “I don’t really want to butt-in to your private affairs, but perhaps…you should consider looking after the ‘point’ of your conversation…”

Xiao Yu: ?! “Grandma!!”

Mother, overwhelmed: “Demons…”

Daughter: “Xiao Yu! What’s wrong with my mother here?!”

Mother: “Shut it. You unfilial child, if it weren’t for Xiao Yu your mother would have gone to see the King of the Underworld. After today if you dare be anything but good to Xiao Yu…I’ll…I’ll axe you alive…”

Daughter: “Ok…Mother…”

End.

Author Notes: The plot ran away from me. Don’t know how I ended up with cranky mother-in-law, took a while for me to come around.

———

Chapter 10

(Read left to right here…it keeps changing between chapters lol.)

(Gods of Death, collectors of spirits to the Underworld who work for its King, Yenwan.)

Black death god: “Sir Seventh…lately…our overtime work has gotten extensive…Once we finish up this round, let’s go drink.”

White death god, Sir Seventh: “Aye…the time is right. Let’s hurry up and finish up.”

Sa Yatou: “zzZZ.”

White death god: “Oh, it’s a little girl. How sad…look how young this one is…”

(Top right corner, White death god reads the death register.)

White death god: “En?! According to the registry…this girl should have died months ago…”

Black death god: “That’s alright.”

“Let’s take her spirit and then talk.”

Black death god: “Your life-force has been all used up. Come with us now…”

White death god: “Don’t be afraid, little girl. We’re ghost collectors. You need to come with us.”

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong: “We’re not about to go anywhere.”

Black death god: “Eh?…How dare you…you have the audacity to hinder the Underworld Constabulary?”

Sun Wukong: “You two ghost officers have such a flimsy memory.”

“I wonder if Ol’ King of the Underworld still remembers This Old Sun…”

Death gods: “…Great…Great Sage…”

Word next to Sun Wukong: “Fuck off.”

King of the Underworld: “You two idiots, you’re to leave that monkey alone, far, far away!”

Death gods: “Yes…yes…”

King of the Underworld: “…nearly scared me to death…”

End.

(Translator note - This part is alluding to Sun Wukong’s exploits before he upturned heaven. He went to the underworld and turned everything upside down there too — including wiping his name off the death registry. So he wrecked the Underworld once. Not something the King would forget hahaha.)

Author Notes: King of the Underworld is here to be shy and cute. Not sure if he’ll appear again after this~~

———

Chapter 11

(This chapter heavily alludes to another chinese folklore: The Cowherd and Weaver girl, or Niulang Zhinü. Basically it’s a story about forbidden love — Cowherd and Weaver girl loved each other but were not allowed to be together. Weaver girl’s mother banished them to opposite sides of the silver river. But the birds began to pity them, so once a year and only once a year the birds fly and form a bridge over the river to reunite the lovers. They spend one day together before they must part again until the next year. Bittersweet tragedy.)

(Read right to left again please.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Is it pretty? It’s better than the lanterns we put up.”

Sa Yatou: “Uhuh! But there aren’t as many as the ones we put up…”

Festival goer: “Baby, let’s buy you this cloth doll, yeah?”

Child: “Ok Mother! I want to buy a Weaver girl doll!”

(Image of silhouettes of Sa Yatou on Jiang Liu’er’s shoulder and the mother holding her child’s hand.)

Child: “Mother dear…Do Cowherd and Weaver girl really only get to see each other once a year? I wish I could see how they meet….”

Festival mother: “Silly child…We’re but mortals. How can we possibly see that…”

(Sa Yatou.)

Jiang Liu’er: “What’s wrong? Sa Yatou…are you thinking about your Mom?”

Sa Yatou: “N…No…”

Jiang Liu’er: “I’m sorry…this I truly cannot help you with…but……”

(Jiang Liu’er turns his head.)

Jiang Liu’er: “I can give you my personal protective charm. It has intense super powers…I’d say, maybe it can help you grant your wishes.”

“Though it is a bit old…Want it?”

Sa Yatou, hands up: “I want it!”

Sa Yatou: “I really just wanted to have Mom be with me for one more festival.”

“Just one more would have been good…”

(Great Sage Equal to Heaven plushie.)

(Epilogue: silhouettes of Cowherd, Weaver girl, Sa Yatou, Sa Yatou’s Mom’s ghost and Sun Wukong all standing on the bridge made of birds.)

Sa Yatou: “Mum! Look…it’s really the Cowherd and Weaver girl!”

Ghost Mum: “Great Sage…is this really ok?”

Sun Wukong, to the lovers: “Don’t mind us. You two continue.”

Weaver girl: “These people are so annoying…We only get to meet once and year!”

Cowherd: “Shh!…Please be more quiet. That monkey is someone even my father has to make an exception for.

King of the Underworld: “What the hell are you doing on the job?!!! Can’t even keep an eye on a ghost?!!!”

Death gods: “….But you said to keep far, far away from that…monkey…”

End.

Author notes: This one about Hero is Back is an official commission (?the translator thinks?) Thank you for the official support!

———

Chapter 12

(Translator note: This one takes place in the middle of a well known story in Journey to the West — the infamous White Bone Demon arc. White Bone Demon is vicious and sly and plots a way to eat Tang Monk by getting rid of Sun Wukong. She first turns into a beautiful young lady to get cosy next to Tang Monk and co. But Sun Wukong has this fiery eye technique that sees through disguises. So he of course sees through the facade and immediately ‘kills’ the demon.

(But the demon escapes and leaves a shell of a human body for Tang Monk to get extremely angry over. Because, to his human eyes, Sun Wukong just straight murdered a nice lady. Sun Wukong’s disciple brothers don’t have the ability to see through disguises either. They all think he’s guilty. White Bone Demon turns into two more people and this repeats. On the third kill, Tang Monk punishes Sun Wukong and then forces him to leave. Forever.

(White Bone Demon then gets her white, bony fingers on Tang Monk. The DENGANG version doesn’t play out or end the same way. But the ‘twist’ really relies on knowledge of the original lol.)

Demon lackey: “Mistress. The Tang Monk has been captured as you ordered.”

White Bone Demon: “So you’re saying that the monk really disowned the monkey? Hahaha.”

Lackey: “Mistress is cunning. That monkey has already been driven away back to Flower-fruit Mountain. It is unknown where Tang Monk’s other two disciples are.”

White Bone Demon: “Let me see myself. Have a look-see at this Tang Dynasty monk.”

(White Bone Demon looks over her shoulder, glancing at the painting of a beautiful woman.)

(Image of Jiang Liu’er.)

White Bone Demon: “Venerable Master. You’ll have to excuse me. This young woman has not shown you a proper welcome. Please do not fault me.”

“About my three transformations to play the monkey. What does the Venerable Master think of my little show, pray tell?”

White Bone Demon, human face: “I originally thought that you were hopeless. I didn’t want the Venerable Master to visit like this.” (Idek either. Best I could do for this line I don’t get, sorry.)

Jiang Liu’er: “On your selfish whims, you’ve ravished villages and sowed misery, murdering countless innocents. All of the surrounding villages have been maimed by your doing.”

White Bone Demon: “Oh Venerable Master, those words are too serious. This lowly one has only invited the neighbouring villages to be guest here.”

(Bones of the villagers carpet the caverns.)

White Bone Demon: “In just a short moment, when you’re in the Underworld, you can help them find salvation.”

Jiang Liu’er: “You repulsive bastard. You deserve no mercy.”

———

Chapter 13

White Bone Demon: “For many centuries, I’ve always been careful, careful. I’ve waited so patiently for this fortunate chance. All these years, all those villagers’ who were massacred and those who luckily escaped…”

(White Bone Demon’s mouth opens.)

“But now we’re here. It’s all alright now that I have you — flesh that will grant me immortality. I’ll become powerful enough to instantly achieve godhood.”

(White Bone Demon sucks Jiang Liu’er’s life out.)

Jiang Liu’er: “Tch!”

*Headbutt!*

Jiang Liu’er: “You really are pretty tricky. Otherwise we wouldn’t have had to act out this great extravaganza to trick you into revealing your true form.”

White Bone Demon: “What!?”

(The squad arrives.)

Either Sha Wujing (man with crescent blade) or Zhu Bajie (Pigsy): “Repulsive demon. Hurry up and repent. Do you really think monk meat tastes that good? You think we were going to be easy pickings?”

White Bone Demon, falling to her knees: “Venerable Master, please spare me.”

“Great Master, the truth is I am a piteous person. Murdered in cold blood by ruffians. My bones disintegrated. Please, I beg the Venerable Master, under the good grace of Heaven please forgive me this one time.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Amitofo. Sanzai. Sanzai. (There is goodness. There is goodness.)”

Jiang Liu’er: “Wujing. Bajie. Don’t hit her so hard that she shatters.”

———

Chapter 13

Please read right to left.

(Pic of Bajie.)

(Three distinct weapons can be seen beating the crap out of White Bone Demon: White Horse/ Xiao bai’s sword, Bajie’s nine-toothed rake, and Wujing’s crescent blade.)

White Bone Demon, escaping: “This lot of monks are brutal. Nothing like the stories.”

Jiang Liu’er: “Kid, don’t look.”

White Bone Demon: “Fortunate that I still have one more spirit-escaping technique. Otherwise I’d really have been ground into dust by them.”

“It’s time to leave my estate. Mistress I shall sink into the shadows. It’s no matter, sooner or later I’ll get my prize. Heheheheheh.”

Voice, golden eyes: “Oi. You’re thinking too much.”

“But this has been just my luck. My holiday back home was pretty sweet.”

White Bone Demon: “Sun…Sun…Wukong…”

White Bone Demon, running: “This Mistress cannot politely remain.”

Sun Wukong: “Want to run…….”

Zhu Bajie: “That Bimawen, stableboy’s back isn’t he? Hey Monk, didn’t you say he gets a three day holiday?”

Sha Wujing (probably): “Hm, yeah. I thought this time he was going to let us stretch our muscles.”

Silhouette of Erlang Shen: “Got mail…”

Xiao Tian Quan, his dog: <3

(The mail, typical delivery fill-out form etc.)

‘Tang Dynasty Fast Post.’

Person posting: Great Sage Equal to Heaven (Can’t make out words in second line, sorry.)

Province: Boyue Cave (Where Yellow Robe Demon lives, a location where Tang Monk was supposed to be captured thanks to this white bone incident but never happened hahahahah. I guess they went to the next place and found a mail box.)

Receiver: Lord Erlang Zhen Jun (True General) (Other stuff I can’t make out, too pixellated.) Signature: Sun, 孙 Contents of Package: Dog Food. (Insinuating that after they reduced White Bone Demon to bones Sun Wukong mailed her remains out.)

End.

Author Notes: Before when I watched Journey to the West, the two episodes of the White Bone Demon arc I hated. So I changed it~

———

Ending here for now, there’s still like ten or more chapters to go. About the halfway mark. Again, check out the art and comics DENGANG advertises here. He’s also done printed comics for ‘Chinese Paladin 3,’ art for 大唐魂/ Great Tang Ghost.

Also check out 老师身边的杰诺斯 ‘The Genos at Teacher’s Side’ account that logs all of DENGANG’s work -- right here.

(lol that’s alluding to Genos and Saitama wherein DENGANG is Saitama hahahahahaha)

#journey to the west #DENGANG #monkey king hero is back #Next chapter is one of my absolute favs!!!!#Don't read ahead and get spoiled if you can help it XD I'll try to do the rest of the 2016 chapters in one go #in the meantime check out the Chapter 1 fan animation #follow DENGANG if you have a weibo account and please support the original creator #He has three of these comic printed officially: 1) Collection of short stories (mostly these I've translated)#2) Imposter monkey arc #3) Kingdom of women #I'll get around to the rest but it might take a while since uni just got busy #So yes #please support DENGANG on weibo #ALSO there's a comic of Nezha's full 2016 arc #which you will see when I translate it but you can buy to support too #in chinese the comic is called: 驱魔录 #Qu Mo Lu if you want to search it #I have no affiliation with DENGANG only translating it into eng.#if anyone can read the parts where I went (????) or found something very wrong please let me know so I can fix it #if there's some cool pun or word play there 9/10 times I probably won't have picked it up sorry #I was born in NZ lol

19 notes · View notes