#webtoon rewrite

[breakingthepage]

Miraculous Ladybug: A Fan Rewrite EPISODE 1! (1 - 1)

I was told there was a big Miraculous fanbase here, so I hope this reaches the right audience! XD This blog is run by me, Momo, the artist and mostly-writer. In casse you have questions yk

[grzybjek]

temperature dropped by 2 celcius today. its oficially autumn and im back to drawing old characters. and writing about miserable teenagers and their unsaid past

[immortal-archives]

Entry One: The Red-Eyed Stranger

And we’ve done it! We’re finally here! Chapter one of Diaries of an Adventurer! It’s been a long time coming for this

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[lav3nder-bees]

hello all i need help deciding a style for my twst rewrite (webcomic style)

anyone with knowledge about webcomics, twst fans or just people w opinions please help 😭🙏🙏

[pruneunfair]

My rewrites for TRE characters in my fanfic

so about 6 months ago I fell into the Au pipeline and it ended up resulting in a bunch of stories that's basically if maximalism was a 7 season long book series. One of those seasons combines tons of characters from different manhwas I read but it's mostly a new interpretation of remarried empress with some Oc's.

Navier

One major change I made is that Navier isn't the protagonist anymore but I didn't want her to be a cold blooded villain either. If you ever went on history tik tok specifically the tudors and the French revolution, there's a lot of people who romanticize Anne Boleyn to the extremes of villainzing Jane Seymour or babying Marie Antoinette as a sweet coquette girly who was unfairly killed by "savage revolutionaries" or claiming Elizabeth I as a feminist girlboss who only wanted to end her fathers bloodline. These historic women weren't the most awful people and they definitely were victims but that doesn't mean they didn't have noticeable flaws that affected the lives of others. That's the direction I went for my version of Navier, she still cares for her loved ones and makes good decisions but she was raised with a classist mindset, not pouring wine on maids and poor people but viewing them as emotionless husks with only one purpose which explains her apathy to slaves. I also gave Navier a backstory beyond wanting to be a perfect empress which was a relationship with her mother that is inspired by Catherine the greats relationship with her mother, so yeah not very great. Unlike the original she is fully aware of what Heinrey is doing but she barely cares (not much of a change from the original tbh) the goal is that I still want Navier to be a little likeable while also making her complex and realistic as an empress.

Sovieshu

I didn't give Sovieshu as many changes and for the most part, he's the same as he was in the original: a toxic partner who pushes his faults on other people around him. In this version though instead of becoming cold and cruel to Navier to moment Rashta shows up, the two have already been drifting apart for a while and it only got worse when Navier had a miscarriage a year prior to the story. Sovieshu is more of a cautionary tale of how misogyny is encouraged in boys at a young age, in his youth, Sovieshu had all the love of his mother since his parents struggled to conceive and only had one son. He wanted his father's love more than anything but Osis was about as interested as you'd expect, only wanting his son to be a great Emperor and nothing else, to please him, Sovieshu started to emulate the misogynistic views of the men around him which grew to be his actual beliefs. The only person that kept Sovieshu from turning into his dad was the former empress until she takes her own life, leaving Sovieshu with Osis as his influence. I still want Sovieshu to remain a scumbag but it will be more of a tragedy in how the future generations can never improve if we continue the cycle of abuse.

Rashta

I think Rashta is the most altered out of all the original characters since she's not even a villainess but rather a sort of anti hero. Her past as a slave is more fleshed out, her childish manner is age regressing to try to gain back her stolen childhood and she doesn't try to befriend Navier after getting the message that Navier wants nothing to do with her. In this version she's the best friend and later love interest of the new protagonist who bottles up her past and feelings to please others so she can keep her cozy life in the palace and that becomes a problem as the lack of care causes Rashta to grow more depressed and even has a few panic attacks. She won't do a good portion of the horrible acts she does in the original since she now had actual friends and because some of her sins are just so contrived to make her hateable, but she still is petty and holds grudges so she doesn't feel too bad when she ruins Nians marriage or snubs Lebetti, she'll even be conflicted since she feels guilty that the slaves on the Rimwell estate are still suffering but she doesnt want to risk being removed as concubine if she tries to call for slaves rights but she does find her voice and will start to push for slaves to be freed mid-way through her term as the empress of the eastern empire. In the end, Rashta does become Empress of a different empire after spending a good 7 years healing from her trauma and getting a good education, she lives her days with her kids and dies at the age of 81

Heinrey

Hes one the main antagonists here, I kept his love for his wife and family though but it's not an "uwu my queen!" Or really anything puppy like. For Heinrey I wanted to make him a true white lotus and he's has more vibes of a comforting friend with soft mannerisms and tones in voice, he loves Navier dearly because I still think even monsters like him can fall in love but the reason he tortures and kills people who don't side with Navier isn't even because he's that adamant about Naviers honor but rather because if someone were to find out his sadistic nature to those who disagree with him, he can use the "puppy husabnd" excuse to appear as a sadistic sweetheart. It not only scares the shit of his people into respecting him but it also wins him a little sympathy points since "he's just a hopeless romantic" I wanted Heinrey to appear uncanny too, like you know somethings off about him but if you said anything people would just be like "what are you talking about? He just really loves his family." His death is also pretty brutal, naturally Heinrey makes a lot of enemies and during a war arc he is shot down while in bird form leaving him at the mercy of a former maid he pushed over the deep end, she offs him, plucks him, cooks him, and serves him to the remaining family members of Lazlo.

and that's only the main 4, I did almost all of them with the exception of McKenna since he's honestly the only good character thats written well in remarried empress.

[numba1kittytdrrkinkawaii]

Rewriting this rlly bad webtoon bc it needs it Pt. 2

[haru-kuneko]

"Lore Olympus" could've been about ageism and professional sexism.

Since Persephone is supposed to be the face of a cereal brand, I wish it just made her into this spunky young businesswoman who has to compete against a 1,000-year-old man named Hades. As someone who is also running her own small business and has faced ageism because of my inexperience and appearance (I've had folks mistake me for a high schooler), I hope to see more stories that empower young girls to be entrepreneurs and beating sexism.

Persephone is naïve but that's because she's only starting out. Her mother Demeter would be so worried about her daughter that she was considering handing the position of CEO to someone much older and is a man whom Hades could take seriously. Of course, Persephone is no quitter so she insist she takes over the family business and gets to prove how capable she is.

Hades and his brothers would constantly belittle her. Of course, we get to see where this misogyny and ageism comes from. They, too, have been raised with this toxic masculinity by their parents who believe men should stay professional and stoic whereas women are expected to either be housewives or confined to being sexytaries (a play on secretaries).

Now, I didn't write this to dunk on the original series or claim I know better. It's just I am so disappointed in seeing a potentially good story turn into another generic Wattpad fantasy fic.

[andromedavwrites]

SCREAMS!!! It’s time!! Please tell me what y’all think i am-

losing my mind-

we are choosing to ignore that i cannot draw old crusty ass men like Milton-

i’ll be better by the time we get to Giles I PROMMY

but for now take a silly little prologue!!!

[e-to-the-v]

I’d like to thank Breaking the Page (that’s their instagram, don’t think they have a tumblr) for giving us the single hottest image of Nino Lahiffe

Cause god damn

[queengeni]

I can't believe "Voltron: figth for a future" isn't more popular

I MEAN

LOOK AT IT

LOOK

Here's their oficial account pls go check it out

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 10 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Gun doesn’t think of them as love letters.

Everything that he has written or typed, more a statement of fact rather than him dwelling too much on the words. 

He tells you he thinks about you because he does.

He tells you he misses you because he does.

He tells you you have a hold on him because you do.

Gun’s train of thought, as he admits that he misses you - a startling vulnerability that he has never exposed or felt before, does not follow his usual logic. 

He thinks having it spoken, not written, makes it less of a weakness. Simply because it’s less tangible. Invisible.

A confession made all the more intimate spoken in the dead of night. Travelling hundreds of miles, across seas and valleys and fields, to reach your ears.

Which makes everything he does, all the more romantic. Because Gun Park does it without thinking, without logic. 

He just is. Innately so.

An unforeseen characteristic that only you could tease out.

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You read and re-read the messages until you could recite them, imagine his fingers gliding over the screen when he has something to tell you.

Scan over the images, inspecting each and every pixel. A glimpse into this side of his life that you’re not privy to but he is slowly inviting you in. 

Listen to the voice message so much that you think you would be able to pick out his sigh like you can his handwriting; the timbre and inflection and articulation as unique as a fingerprint.

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The day of Gun’s return draws nearer.

You find yourself staying at his place later and later. Eventually sleeping over every night, curled up on the sofa like a cat. 

In case you hear the click of the front door, the footsteps, that sigh. 

Every small noise makes you jump.

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8:37pm

They finally concluded all business.  Everything went to plan, everything running to schedule.

Gun and Goo didn’t even make it back to the hotel for a night of rest.

Instead, they climb into the car, racing to Seoul and chasing the sun across the sky as darkness and starlight followed. Roads turned from dusty tracks into tarmacked lanes and then super highways.

Your texts start to come through at once.

“Is that Y/N?” the curious blonde tries to peer over.

“Focus on the road.” 

Gun’s voice comes out amused without meaning to. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as he scrolls through your messages.

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Even though he mentioned he would not be able to contact you, your fingers still twitch when anything, no matter how minute, happens or a random thought pops into your head - Gun being the first person you want to tell.

You draw back at first, not wanting to bombard him with messages when he is unable to receive them.

In the end, you give in.

Besides, you reason, it's nice to know when someone is thinking about you.

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10:48pm

Goo feels the eyes burning into the side of his head. Had felt it for probably a good minute how. It's unnerving.

"Can't you drive any faster?" Gun growls.

“What you in such a rush for?"

“...”

“I’m not going to drive any faster with you glaring at me, you bastard!”

“...”

“Stop looking at me!”

"..."

Ugh. Goo presses down on the accelerator.

The speed increases from 120kmh to 130, ticking up to 140... 150... 160 and higher still.

"You're paying for any speeding fines!"

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Gun never thought he would fall for someone.

And never that the way to his heart is through his stomach.

Because even with the push and pull of your blossoming relationship, that was how it all started wasn’t it?



He realised fully how he felt about you, the depths of his affection, with the first picture he sent, when he said that your food tastes better.

It’s the truth.

Goo had declared his meal the most delicious thing he has ever had in his mouth with a suggestive waggle of the brows.

To Gun it was bland and tasteless. Goo, in disbelief, stole a bite from his plate then looked at him like there was something severely wrong with him.

Maybe there is.



Each time he read a message from you, it was a dopamine hit straight to his brain and his heart.

Something to look forward to after a long day.

Gun doesn’t remember ever feeling so tired with work, especially not when there is the thrill of a fight waiting just around a corner.

Now all his thoughts are invaded by you.

He lies in bed awake at night wondering what you are doing.

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12:35am

"I've been driving non stop for 4 hours man!"

"..."

"Either we pull in at the rest stop or I piss on you. You choose."

Gun doesn't want to test him. Usually one to be so meticulous about his car but the blonde menace might just really do it. The possibility is, worryingly, not at zero.

"Just hurry the fuck up."



Gun can barely believe it. Usually one to bide his time and wait, to lament the end of fights and violence; now he's rushing home to see you.

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The business trip was nothing short of a complete success.

They’ve expanded HNH’s influence, secured a promising business partner and pocketed themselves a pretty penny.

Goo had even made himself a secret friend. He thought for sure he was going to have to fight Gun for them, the person fitting all their criteria:

Excellent fighter with ample raw talent, patient and shrewd, the fun side of mentally unwell.

"Wanna flip for them?" Goo nudged his partner.

"You can have them."

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1:01am

There's a convenience store selling bouquets when they stop.

As Gun waits for Goo, he wonders if this will be too much.

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1:15am

"Huh. Gun Park pulling out all the stops? I never thought I'd see the day."

Goo comments on the bouquet as soon as he sees it. Gun ignores him, studying the flowers in his hands. He nearly went for red roses until he saw the pink camellias.

It's the same shade as your lips.

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2:18am

Goo pulls up with a screech outside the building, streets empty and only the sound of his engine purring filling the early morning air.

"Don't say I never do anything for you, you bastard."

"...Thanks."

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2:24am

Gun spots your shoes in the hallway.

Had wanted to bang on your door anyway despite the early hours. Held back just enough to collect his thoughts. This just makes it easier.

He takes his own shoes off and softly lowers his duffle bag, holds the flowers in his hand feeling like a fool with their first crush.

Which is true, he supposes.

The apartment smells like you, your scent lingering in the air. Sweet and fragrant.

With quiet, measured steps, he strides through his home. Something in him knows where you are. Senses your presence like it calls out to him.

Gun sees you fast asleep on the sofa. Wrapped in a blanket and remote control held loosely. In the background, the TV hums, low and almost muted. Casting everything in artificial light.

He plucks the remote from your hand, rests it and the camellias on the floor. 

You stir at the disturbance.

“Gun?” you murmur, sitting up, trying to see if it really is him.

“I’m back.” He tucks your hair behind your ear with a gentle hand.

You blink the sleep out of your eyes until they adjust and focus. 

Gun Park. 

That face and company you have so dearly missed.

“Hi,” you whisper, shy and face blooming under the intensity of his gaze. 

“Hi.” 

The moment is desperately sentimental and soft and everything that Gun isn’t, but completely is with you. 

"These are for you," and he nods at the bouquet on the floor and you burn crimson. 

Pink camellias. Longing. You wonder if Gun even realised. But even if he didn't... he got flowers. For you. You don't know what to do with how full your heart is.

"T-thank you."

Gun gives you a small smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle and light up, and you smile back. That smile he has missed more than he thought he was capable of.

His eyes drop and follow the curve of your lips, the slant of your mouth.

He can’t resist. 

Gun curls his hand under your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, feeling your small intake of breath as you gasp.  He has never wanted anyone, anything more.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper as Gun leans his forehead against yours.

“Me too.” 

You glance up from his lips to find his black eyes staring back. 

What should have been intimidating from the start, yet you never thought it was. How can you ever find them intimidating when he looks at you like you’re everything.

Gun tilts forward, just slightly. 

Enough to slot your mouths together. A tender caress of the lips. 

Tentative, like you’re fragile and could break any second. Like this is fragile and could break any second.

This will never do, you think.

So you kiss back with all the energy you have, throwing your heart into it, desperate and a little messy-

Until Gun matches you beat for beat. Smiling and humming against your lips.

Until he’s the one taking charge. Kissing you deep and passionate as you hit the back of the sofa, arms wrapping around you. Rough and a different type of desperate, teeth nipping at your lips.

Gun wants you and he wants this and-

He pulls back, leaving you chasing and whining. 

He’s got so much on this, so much to lose. He’s never been in this position before.  Never wanted something so at odds with everything he has ever known. 

Never done this before, feeling a fear that he's not sure he likes.

His gaze pierces into your soul.

“I need this to be real.” 

Is that all? 

And you tell him,

"It is. This was real from the very beginning."

Your pour everything into the next kiss and Gun has no choice but to believe you.

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[ponkssponk]

Knowing the creator of trash belongs in the trash can, surviving romance, like mother like daughter, & rewriting the villainess all like each other's instagram posts is so wholesome to me??? Like of course the best in the business know each other and are moots 🙄 idk maybe this doesn't matter and I'm just parasocial

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Second pass at young kira, which imma start calling CASPIAN cuz im trying to add more elements to her that make her MY OWN oc rather than a rewritten character. She's not quite there yet but I think she's getting there as I plan out my rewrite.

Not that it matters tooo much since when I write this story it's going on ao3 but i'd like to make her as original as i can

anyway kira in my rewrite very intentionally hides the parts of her that make her identity as half werewolf half vampire obvious, including her white hair she got from her mother. Still working out the kinks to that part of her character but it's something that she bonds with August over! Hair dye. August keeps his roots (and hair in general) very blonde, avoiding becoming a dirty blonde as long as possible, while kira hides her other hair color.

I like playing around with what blue, purple, and red could symbolize in Kira's character and stages in her life so you can see me experimenting with that. Brighter more vibrant blues are for Kira before her life was changed for the worse. Ashy gray is for when she's not her happiest, regardless of the stage in her life, ash gray blue for when her parents were killed, and vibrant red is similar but for her life afterwords, the hairpins being the exception (as of now. might try to get clever with em later). Eventually I think I'll draw her future design that settles in between with a lovely purple, maybe leaning on the red, but without the ash. BUUTTT we'll see.

first pass at Young Kira redesign below

Experimented with her uniform, kept her messy hair covering her eyes, and i think i kept the same colors? I also gave her face more of a square look, more shapes in general and I think i accomplished making her look younger

ALSO

INCORPORATING DIFFERENT NOSE i like it

[pruneunfair]

New chapter release on ao3.

"What do you do when your fellow lady in waiting throws shade at you for being abandoned by your family?"

[ciel-em]

I say this to all those who start orv that when you reach the end of the story, of whichever version you chose, that it'll leave you shattered on the ground never being able to put yourself together as you were before