#wude

[tytumbles]

SIFU (2022).

After 70+ years, I have achieved wude.

[arleniansdoodles]

Here's some more post-true ending art for Sifu that I did a while back; I just never got around to posting it until now XD This time, it's Yang and the female MC with a yinyang theme!

From what I've seen, a lot of people in the Sifu fandom go with the idea that the MC is named Yin to match with Yang. I wholeheartedly love this idea, and it's part of the reason why I've been focusing on the female MC so much, because yin represents the feminine side while yang is masculine.

Also, for anyone wondering, MC is getting some much-needed spa treatment in the first painting loll

[plugoarts]

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[eeryuck]

the bitch really fumbled. good thing im here.

[carnethyne]

And you never knew how much I really liked you...

[the-red-butterfly]

Lavender, jasmine and mint

Yin & Fajar (Sifu)

Fajar’s brows furrowed deeply. You say that a lot, he signed. Starting not to believe you. Yin took a few deep breaths, slow and steady. “I know. I’m sorry.” Her eyes began to burn, which only made the ache in her head worse. But she didn’t know how to stop it. And even if she did, she was too tired to. Her face scrunched up, and a lump formed in her throat, cracking her voice open. “I’m sorry.” When she began to cry, Fajar leaned forward and drew her up with more ease than she would’ve thought possible of him. She curled up and leaned her head on his shoulder, with his strong arm wrapped around her. His free hand found hers and she held it tightly. This close, he didn’t smell like purple flowers anymore. More like lavender, jasmine … And a touch of mint. CH. 25 -- Spoken Truth The Path To Wude by ArlenianChronicles

The cross fandom contamination keeps getting worse, and I love it. A bit of fanart done for @arlenianchronicles / @arleniansdoodles lovely story The Path To Wude . My heart and soul belong to those two and their interactions.

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[celibibratty]

[righteousruin]

"about bane" " no one cares about you, wrestlemania. "

“And yet, you are here, determined to gain my attention.”

“Intriguing.”

[pochtovyy]

im thinking about TEETH🦷 really hard right now someone needs to let me feel around in their mouth with my hands.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Around 1200 BCE, while King Wuding still sat on the throne, the Shang elite found something new to destroy in their funerals: chariots.

"Why the West Rules – For Now: The patterns of history and what they reveal about the future" - Ian Morris

[warwaited]

“ you wanna talk now?” -Tony to Student!

She smiles slightly and shakes her head. Despite her injuries, she seems... almost proud of herself. No, she definitely seems proud of herself. She's walking a little taller than usual, chin held higher rather than the slight, tense hunch she's carried for just about as long as the boxer has known her.

The smile widens, and she tips her head in gratitude. "I do not think we will have to talk. For some time. Not about... what you wish to discuss, anyway. Let's say I've gotten it out of my system for the moment."

[arleniansdoodles]

One of my Sifu headcanons following the game's true ending is that the MC develops a sibling dynamic with Kuroki - in this case, the female MC becomes a surrogate sister, stepping into the empty space left behind by Shiroizu, Kuroki's late twin. Following that, Kuroki eventually manages to lay her twin's memory to rest.

I also just love the idea of the MC turning their former enemies into allies, so y'all will definitely see some more art on that! XDD

[warwaited]

She frowns slightly. If he's going to train himself back into using human emotion, this isn't the best partner for Jason to pick. Every expression is minor, every acknowledgement or consideration just a few seconds on the face or in the way her body moves. It's a long story. She thinks on that, then shrugs. "I have time."

And so she listens, to the few words he's willing to offer. Halting, both uncertain and completely sure. Stranded on an island. Left to fend more or less for himself. Given a knife and told to use his wits - wits that hadn't been properly honed yet and grew in tortured, twisted ways. It explains a few things. "It sounds like your teacher had little time to show you the way things should be properly done... although it also sounds like you didn't have much time to offer in return, either."

A low sigh.

"It isn't my place to ask for specifics. You've given me what you're comfortable with sharing and I'll respect the distance you choose to keep from your past. It informs things about how you fight, certainly." And, maybe, why he doesn't like the colour red. Blood writ large. Blood he probably wishes he didn't get so used to seeing. "At any rate... you're well-versed in staying on the attack, but your guard and decision making both need polish."

Xue rolls a shoulder. Hesitant. "...I know a couple of things about punishing bad people because no one else would. I spent a long time thinking of nothing else, but... people need to change eventually. I apologize if this wasn't a pleasant experience for you - the spar or the talk. If you feel unfulfilled in your classes, I could move you up a form or two and put you to work properly."

The sifu's assessment was scarily on the money. Impressive, too, just from the quick minute fight. Though her last query... struck a nerve. If Jason had been anything other than human, he might've answered immediately with pinned ears, raised hackles. Might've bared his teeth, puffed fur or ruffled feathers to make himself bigger. Might've even growled, clear warning to drop it, leave him alone. Given more than enough indication he was more trouble than the payoff could ever hope to deliver. Brighter colors, bigger danger. Yet he had none of that. No lupine ears, no fur to puff. No real warning other than a clenched jaw, forcefully calmed breathing. Almost a switch was flipped; panting to serene at the drop of a hat.

"It's a long story."

His second-immediate response. Clipped. Restrained. Wishing it could be yanked back and choked down the mere moment he says it, eyes still staring right through her. Not that he has a real radar for tone much anymore, his or otherwise. One way of saying things was just about as good as another, (even if it took a reminder to recall) and he wasn't going to waste time thinking about it. Catastrophizing about it. About her. If you told him you liked his shirt, he'd go about his day after forgetting the compliment, not wondering just what you meant. The same could be applied here. The same SHOULD be applied here

...possibly to both of them.

It didn't stop the teacher from gauging, and Jason forced himself to relax again. For real.

Instead, following her lead. Bouncing lightly on his feet, shaking out the nervous energy. Not caring if she judged him, not caring if she was thinking and perceiving and making mental notes. Forcing himself to let go of her caring, instead reminding himself. Here. Now. Not Rook, not the outposts, or the stakeouts, or God forbid Cali.

Following her lead, and padding back over to sit where she'd instructed. Muscles still buzzing with unspent energy. If she was going to kill him, this was an odd place to--

"I got. Stranded. On an island. And it was. Them or me."

me or them.

"I. Had to choose Us. Me."

Another pause. Staring right through her, pinpointing his gaze through her own intense stare. He hadn't intended to tell her his life's story, but something about the way she asked questions really set the mood for oversharing. For some semblance of trust there, that she wouldn't judge. As much as he enjoyed his discretion, enjoyed his time alone and away from everything that reminded him he was human, Jason also seemed to hate the silence between words. Did his best to fix it, even if speaking felt wrong. Alien.

"My 'teacher' handed me a backpack and a machete and said 'good luck'-- and I made it work."

There were also bigger, badder weapons he'd been handed, but Jason didn't mention them. Almost felt ashamed he'd enjoyed his time with that flamethrower, enjoyed causing burns to scar and maim on his fellow man. Enjoyed it so much he missed it, never once blinking as he answered.

"Fast offense was the best defense, and they were bad people."

As if convincing himself he wasn't beyond salvation.

"No one else was going to."

[the-red-butterfly]

The Sharp Sent Of Mint

Yin & Fajar (Sifu)

Was that mint? She took several breaths of it. Gradually, her head cleared, and the cacophony of noise and images faded away. She was in Fajar’s room. It was quiet here. And green. “Hm,” Fajar hummed, drawing her attention. You alright? he signed. “Yeah, I – I’m fine,” Yin said distantly. “I’m okay.” Looked like you were going to faint. Fajar squeezed her arms briefly. Yin winced, but the ache brought her closer down to earth. “It’s fine,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “It hasn’t happened in a long time.” She lowered her hand to her lap and felt the tickle of leaves against her fingers. Mint grew around her crossed legs, rising up past her elbows and brushing against her shoulders. The cooling aroma soothed her like a fresh breeze after a hot day. CH. 9 -- Potted Orchard The Path To Wude by ArlenianChronicles

Commission done for my good friend (and cross fandom contamination expert) @arlenianchronicles / @arleniansdoodles of her WONDERFUL story The Path To Wude (which, even if you've never played the video game or know little about it like me, it's still such a GREAT read. So, super recommended if you ARE looking for something to read. Lots of good angst, familial dynamics and KUNG FU.

I'm still doing commissions if anyone's interested 😁 there's a small waiting list tho. Just be warned.

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[celibibratty]

Did a little something

[brokendreamscreation]

As Lucid watches the orb, Lu’s words register. He looks up with a heavy brow and pout on his lips. “Heeey. We’re the same height you know. So that means you can’t catch something too!” Pocketing the orb, Lucid gets up from his seat to join his predecessor to look out where the devil had initially gazed out upon. “Well if Heaven isn’t the Hellish scene you meant, what is it?”

"Nevermind, I can't expect you to catch something from going over your head when you're so low to the ground, I suppose." His expression remains unimpressed, "Knock yourself out but take it from me, it only offers up more questions than answers."