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the-monkey-ruler · 8 months

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Are there any JTTW adaptations that expand on SWK’s old brotherhood in a significant way?

Sadly I can't say that there is a lot of media with Wukong's brotherhood in general beyong Demon Bull King. There are so many movies and shows with Demon Bull King...

But I can say that there is just a small amount with the entire brotherhood being present!

Bull Demon King (2017) 西游之牛魔王

Under the seat of Patriarch Bodhi, the seven holy sages of the demon world, Bull Demon King, Sun Wukong, Peng Demon King, Dragon Jiao King, and others are bound together with Jinlan, vowing to live and die together. At this time, the Taishang Laojun brought Princess Iron Fan to entrust to Bodhi Patriarch, and the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan fell in love for a long time in private. But the Taishang Laojun still had an unruly heart for Princess Iron Fan, so he brought her back, and the Bull Demon King rose up to unify the demon world and wanted to save Iron Fan. However, the Bull Demon King was still captured by the Taishang Laojun. In the end, they finally married because Iron Fan was pregnant and he became a back-up man. Emotionally, Bull Demon King gradually fell in love with the Jade-Faced Fox, and then the brothers fought against each other, and the husband and wife turned against each other. In the end, the Bull Demon King was beaten back to his original shape, and Iron Fan, Red Boy, mother and son depended on each other for life.

The Legends of Changing Destiny (2023)凌云志

The way of heaven is fissioned, Stone (Lin Feng) turns into a demon by chance, and becomes close friends with Canary (Jiang Yiyi). As monsters, they encounter a lot of cold eyes and prejudice since their formation. He has a dream of being a hero but has nothing to do. After going through untold hardships, he finally worships the ancestor of Jiekong in Yaoguang Cave as his teacher. Fortunately, his innocent fellow student Fengling (played by Cheng Yanqiu) takes care of him. Stone practiced hard day and night. During this period, he became a confidant with the lonely and cold Yang Lan (played by Jiang Mengjie), and built Qilai Mountain together. In the heavens, the heavenly soldiers headed by Marshal Beichen (played by Wu Kequn) drove out all the demons, and the demon world rose up to resist, but all this was actually secretly manipulated by the Wuji Holy Venerable (played by Yue Yueli) after the invasion of the Hongmeng Heart Demon. Stone led the bloody battle between the demon world and the heavenly world, and became a hero to protect the weak monsters. At this time, the Holy Lord Wuji's goal of disrupting the Three Realms is about to be achieved. In order to revive the way of heaven and protect the common people, Stone rushes to the Dao Stone of Heaven without hesitation, trying to smash the Holy Lord of Wuji's conspiracy... The movie is adapted from the novel Turtle Is Not a Turtle.

Seven Sages (2030) 七圣

The first press conference of the mythical film "Seven Sages" was held. The film was directed by Ma Chucheng and starred by Huang Minghao, Andy Lau, and Zhong Chuxi and others. It is reported that Andy Lau will play Sun WUkong in the film, and Huang Minghao will play Nezha in the film. At the same time, Andy Lau will also serve as the producer of the film. "Seven Sages" are the seven sworn brothers in Chinese mythology. This mythological group is also mentioned in "Journey to the West" It is also mentioned in the "Seven Saints" that they are: Bull Demon King (Heaven Parrell Sage), Flood Demon King (Grand Sage Covering the Sea), Peng Demon King (Sky Soaring Great Sage), Lion Camel King (Mountain Removing Great Sage), Macaque King (Sage of Ventilation), Snub Nose Monkey King (the great sage who exorcised the gods), Monkey King (Great Sage Equal to Heaven). In "Journey to the West", only the Bull Demon King and Monkey King Sun Wukong appeared. This time it may focus on the story of their seven sworn brothers, The film tells that the filming started in May this year, This is also the first time Andy Lau played the role of Monkey King

Now these are not all the media that has ALL of the brotherhood as some series like Journey to the West 1999, 2010, and 1987 does have all the brothers together but I didn't include them as they are not explored.

Also there are movies with some of the brothers INDIVUDALLY are in it but not all of them. Like The Real vs. Fake Monkey King (2020) 真假美猴王之大圣无双 has the Lion Camel King as the main villain but they don't have any other brother so I don't think that would count as exploring the brotherhood so to speak.

Here are some pics of the 1999 Brotherhood! Love their designs.

Bull Demon King, Flood Dragon King, Peng Demon King, Macaque King, Lion Camel King, and for some reason, they chanced the Snub-nosed Demon King into some king of armadillo-looking thing. This was interesting to me that rather than showing how loyal his brothers are in this version is how unreliable instead they are. They were partying with 99 Wukong up until the point that heaven was attacking and in that moment, abandoned Wukong to save themselves.

But I think that having the entire brotherhood is only a recent idea that more filmmakers are starting to want to explore with Wukong's character and honestly I hope that we see more of that in the future!! I love the idea of seeing Wukong's warlord years and whether his brotherhood was made from a hard-earned trust or rather flimsy alliances that only stay together when Wukong is guaranteed as the winner.

I think in either case can show the lengths that Wukong went to get these men and whether they followed Wukong out of fear, being the strongest warlord in the area and it only made sense to follow him and that Wukong overestimated their loyalty to him in times of trouble. And that perhaps reflects his current brotherhood with the pilgrims and how instead they all suffered together through tribulation rather than Wukong being left to heaven's punishment. Highlighting how Bull Demon refused to see Wukong as a brother after he lost to heaven the next they meet.

Or if they got the route that the brotherhood did follow Wukong out of a strong bond and how that fell apart from the battle of Flower Fruit Mountain, perhaps Wukong taking advantage to only keep his own monkeys safe in the battle while his brotherhood's armies were captured instead like in the books. And it’s only when he lost what he had, lost his brothers and lost his title as warlord and now turns into a pilgrim he sees the errors of his way in how he took advantage of those that followed him blindly. He might not be able to change the past but he tries to do right with his new brothers in the life ahead of him.

So much can be done!

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hauntedfalcon · 2 years

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you would like to)!

ahh this made my night, thank you! <3

Shatterdome Kids and the Haunted Jaeger (Pacific Rim, kid!Mako and kid!Chuck solve mysteries with science!, rated Gen, 8,000 words)

Long Ride Ahead (Rogue One, AU were Bodhi and Jyn grew up together, rated Gen, 23,000 words)

Hold Me Fast (Dragon Age II, Fenhawke with a Tam Lin spin, rated E, 7,000 words)

by most mechanical and dirty hand (The Old Guard/Westworld crossover that I still think about every damn day, rated M, 19,000 words)

we've not got long, you know, to bask in the afterglow (Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Laerryn/Loquatius smut that Aabria liked and I'm still riding that high, rated E, 3,000 words)

#feel better tag #fic authors self-rec #saathi1013

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amitabhabuddha · 1 month

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阿弥陀佛 Daily Practice

Namo Changzu 10 Fang Fo,

Namo Changzu 10 Fang Fa,

Namo Changzu 10 Fang Shen,

Namo Ben Shi Shi Jia Moni Fo x 3 times

Wu Sharng Sen Sen Wei Miao Fa, Bai Chien Wan Jie Nan Zhou Yu, Wo Jin Jian Wen De Shou Ze, Yuan Jie Ru Lai Zhen Shi Yi.

Chan Kui Wen.

Life's Main Reason Is Suffering (Sen Ming De Benze Se Tong Ku)

Life's Main Purpose Is To Seek Liberation (Sen Ming De Mu Ti Se Jie Toh)

Life's Main Motivation Is Compassion (Sen Ming De Yi Yi Se Chi Pei)

Bao Ji Ru Lai

Start - Basic (10.30 am)

Xu kung jin, Zung sherng jin, Niet pan jin, Wo yuan nai jin.

Hui hung zhun, zhung sharng jun, nit pun jun, ngo yun nai zhun.

Mouth (om soli soli..), Body (om sowa..) x7

Multiplier mantra 4x108, Done 77

Om Ram (Om Ram....Svaha), x 108 (use jixiang yin, thumb at 4th finger), Done 77

Om Chrine (7 times, one protect hse, three protects whole place, seven protects the country, use jinguang yin, thumb closed by all fingers) x108, Done 78

Earth Gods of Five Directions mantra (Namo Samanta Buddhanam Om Dulu Dulu Di Wei Soha) x3 per day, Done 282

Stupa mantra x3 per day, Done 149

A va la ka kia, Done 17

Sakyamuni Buddha mantra 4x108 Done 36.75

Cundi Bodhisattva Mantra

(Namaḥ Saptānāṃ Samyaksaṃbuddha Koṭīnāṃ Tadyathā Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī) x108, Done 33.5

Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī Svāhā x 108, Done 125

Om Mani Padme Hum, A Ah Sha Sa Ma Ha 1x108 per day, Done 115

Usnisa Vijaya mantra, Om Bhrum Soha - 1x108 per day, Done 115

Om Bhrum x 108, Done 77

Part 1 (11.30 am)

Om Vasudhare Svaha x108, Done 57

Namo Samantha Buddhanam Om Mahakalaye Svaha x108, Done 17

Om Mahakalaye Svaha x1080, Done 44

(20x27x2 = 1080 or 60 x small beads)

Part 2 (12.30 am), Lunch @ 1.30 pm

(108)

Medicine Buddha long mantra, Medicine Buddha heart mantra, Done 34

Manjushri mantra, Done 11.5

Om Avira Hum Kachara Mum Soha, Done 11.5

Earth store mantra, Done 11.5

7th Past Parents mantra, Done 11.5

Long life mantra (Om sam), Done 11.5

Om ye ye nan, 32.75

Food mantra, Done 30.25

Water offering mantra, Done 30.25

Liberate small water being mantra, Done 26.75

Om Bo bo Ti li, Cher (li) To li, Dan tuo ye tuo ye, Done 24.25

Om Maiyura Krante Svaha, Done 22.5

Om Ah Hum, Done 85.5

Part 3 (3.30 pm)

Amitabha (Nian Fo) x108 (6 syllable), 2x108 (4 syllable), Done 56

Avalokiteśvara x108, Done 55

Mahasthamaprapta x108, Done 55

Ksitigarbha x108, Done 55

Yeok Yan Yuk Liew Ji, Sam (3) Sai Yat Cai Fatt, Yin Dong Yu Si Kun, Sum (heart) Zhou G Yu Loi.

Heart sutra x3 per day, Done 149

Tadyatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha x108, Done 13

Compassionate mantra x3 per day, Done 158

Om Du lin, Du lin, Jia Du lin Soha x108, Done 13

Om Ji zhi ya Soha x108, Done 11.75

7 Buddha Names x3 per day, Done 78 days

Eliminate karma by 7 buddhas mantra x108, Done 11

Pureland rebirth mantra x108, Done 11

Om Pu Kam (Pureland), Light mantra x108, Done 11

Acala Heart Mantra (Namah Samanta Vajranam Ham) x108, Done 14

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi, x14 per day, x108, Done 11

Part 4 End (6.50 pm), Dinner @ 7.30 pm

(108)

Tara mantras

- Green, Done 11.25

- Red, Done 11.25

- White (Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh Punya Jñana Pustim Kuru Svaha), Done 11.25

Setrap mantra, Done 11.25

Dorje Shugden Mantra (Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha), Done 11.25

~ Shize

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung, Done 11.25

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung, Done 11.25

During pandemic, Om Benza Wiki Bitana Chintau Kuru Ye Soha, Done 11.25

~ Gyenze

(Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Tseso Paljor Long Cho, Thamched Putrim Kuru Om), Done 11.25

Om Benza Satto Hung, Done 14

During 8 Kwanzai

(7x per day)

Surangama mantra, Done 439

Om Amarani Jivantiye Svaha, Done 333

Om Maitri Maha Maitri Maitriye Svaha, Done 555

Om Alolika Svaha, Done 333

Mahapratisara Bodhisattva

(Om Bhara Bhara Sambhara Sambhara Indriya Visudhani Ha Ha Ru Ru Ca Re Svaha), Done 333

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha, Done 333

Oṃ āḥ hūṃ vajra guru padma siddhi hūṃ, Done 333

Je Tsongkhapa/Jungkapa, Done 333

(Om Ah Guru Benzadhara Sumati Kirti Siddhi Hum Hum)

Om Garbe Ragam Soha, Done 333

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung ~ peace

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung

~ health

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Punye Siddhi Hung

~ increase, done 499

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Washam Kuru Ho

~ control, done 499

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Rakya Rakya Hung

~ protection, done 499

Namkar Barzin (Om Biyada-Par Dhama-Dhara Soha), Done 499

Zambala of Five Directions (Om Zambala Gari Zanayeh Soha), Done 555

Yellow Zambala (Om Zambala Zalendraye Soha), Done 555

Om Samaya Cha, Done 333

Hum Mama Hum Ni Soha, Done 333

TADYATHA OM ANALE ANALE KHASAME KHASAME BHAYRE BHAYRE SAUMA SAUME SARVA BUDDHA ADISHTANA ADISHTITE SOHA OM SARVA TATHAGATHA USHINISHA SITATAPUTRA HUM PHAT HUM MAMA HUM NI SOHA

Medicine Buddha (3 times per day), Done 234

Namo bhagavate bhaiśajyaguru vaidūryaprabharājāya tathāgatāya arhate samyaksambuddhāya tadyathā: oṃ bhaiśajye bhaiśajye bhaiśajya-samudgate svāhā.

Makura (Buddhist Patron protector of the zodiac sign monkey), 7x per day, Done 499 Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-raja Tathagata

(3 times per day)

Akshobhaya (Pudong Rulai), Done 234

- Namo bhagavate Akshobhaya, tathagataya arhate samyaksambuddhaya.

Tadyatha Om kamkani kamkani, Rochani rochani, Trotani trotani, Trasani trasani, Pratihana pratihana, Sarva karma paramparanime sarva sattvanancha svaha

Target: 60 per month with 5 to 6 days of 8 kwanzai. Each time 26 to 34, each day 10 to 15 times until reached 60 or more.

Calculation:

49, 147, 343, 686, 1323, 12.25

45, 135, 315, 630, 1215, 11.25

44, 132, 308, 616, 1188, 11

43, 129, 301, 602, 1161, 10.75

41, 123, 287, 574, 1107, 10.25

40, 120, 280, 560, 1080, 10

39, 117, 273, 546, 1053, 9.75

35, 105, 245, 490, 945, 8.75

34, 102, 238, 476, 918, 8.5

33, 99, 231, 462, 891, 8.25

31, 93, 217, 434, 837, 7.75

30, 90, 210, 420, 810, 7.5

28, 84, 196, 392, 756, 7

27, 81, 189, 378, 729, 6.75

26, 78, 182, 364, 702, 6.5

25, 75, 175, 350, 675, 6.25

22, 66, 154, 308, 594, 5.5

20, 60, 140, 280, 540, 5

19, 57, 133, 266, 513, 4.75

15, 45, 105, 210, 405, 3.75

14, 42, 98, 196, 378, 3.5

13, 39, 91, 182, 351, 3.25

11, 33, 77, 154, 297, 2.75

10, 30, 70, 140, 270, 2.5

9, 27, 63, 126, 243, 2.25

8, 24, 56, 112, 216, 2

7, 21, 49, 98, 189, 1.75

6, 18, 42, 84, 162, 1.5

5, 15, 35, 70, 135, 1.25

4, 12, 28, 56, 108, 1

3, 9, 21, 42, 81, 0.75

2, 6, 14, 28, 54, 0.5

1, 3, 7, 14, 27, 0.25

Mantra of Ferocious Eating 殘食咒為(Namah samanta vajranam, trat, amogha canda, maha rosana, sphataya, hum, tramaya, hum trat ham mam), Done 3

Others:

+ Cui sui chow

Om tore tore cha tore so poho

Om Lan Soha

Om Chrine

Om Brim

Om Pu Kam (Pureland).

Om Bodhicitta, Mudaba, Dayami.

Om abichanaga

Am Bi Chanaga.

Om da de da de mohe dade svaha.

Om Mani Padme Hung A a sa sa maha

Namo bhagavate...x4

Om Amida Ayu Dadi Soha

Food Mantra

Ganlu sui zhou

Namo bo bo ti li, cher (li) to li, dan tuo ye tuo ye

Om mani facili hum

Om Ami Dewa Hrih

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha

#daily practice

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ofviolentdeathmuses · 2 months

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name: Remington Morgan

what: Death spirit and werewolf

age: Appears mid to late 20’s

birthday: November 13

occupation: Nothing at the moment

location: New York mostly

faceclaim: Chris Hemsworth

status: Selectively Open to AUs

relationship: Crushing on Farrah

parents: Jake and Elise

siblings: Tru, Stryker, Bodhi, and Gage

kids: None

Elise wanted to name him Bullet, but was, thankfully, outvoted, but she still won in naming him for a gun brand. Not that Remington minds too terribly much, it makes for a great icebreaker. At least, it would if it didn’t lead to all sorts of awkward questions about why he was named for a gun brand and trying to get around telling people what his mother does for a living.

He’s charismatic, more like Bodhi than Tru or Stryker (something both of his parents are grateful for). Although, he does have a bit of Tru’s old manic trouble streak. Mostly, this manifests in doing stupid shit with Lin or Jeannie. Which is always followed by ducking from Luna swatting at him with a long lecture.

At his core, Remington is a soft, hyper, puppy, but that doesn’t mean he lacks the ability to fight. His parents damn sure made sure he knew how to defend himself. Not that he likes resorting to that, he will totally try to sweet talk his way out of things first.

Other Info Threads Face Drabble

#oc #guest #remington

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dailybuddhismpractice · 6 months

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Start - Basic (10.30 am)

One of bo: Multiplier mantra 10.5 = (243)

Xu kung jin, Zung sherng jin, Niet pan jin, Wo yuan nai jin.

Hui hung zhun, zhung sharng jun, nit pun jun, ngo yun nai zhun.

Mouth (om soli soli..), Body (om sowa..) x7

Multiplier mantra 4x108, Done 110.75 + 24.5

Om Ram (Om Ram....Svaha), x 108, Done 34.25

Om Chrine (7 times, one protect hse, three protects whole place, seven protects the country) x108, Done 33.25

Earth Gods of Five Directions mantra (Namo Samanta Buddhanam Om Dulu Dulu Di Wei Soha) x3 per day, Done 86

Stupa mantra x3 per day, Done 56

A va la ka kia, Done 9 + 14.25

Sakyamuni Buddha mantra 4x108 Done 13.25

Cundi Bodhisattva Mantra

(Namaḥ Saptānāṃ Samyaksaṃbuddha Koṭīnāṃ Tadyathā Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī) x108, Done 6 + 14.5

Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī Svāhā x 108, Done 42 + 46

Om Mani Padme Hum, A Ah Sha Sa Ma Ha 1x108 per day, Done 19

Usnisa Vijaya mantra, Om Bhrum Soha - 1x108 per day, Done 19

Om Bhrum x 108, Done 30

Part 1 (11.30 am)

Om Vasudhare Svaha x108, Done 13

Namo Samantha Buddhanam Om Mahakalaye Svaha x108, Done 3.5

Om Mahakalaye Svaha x1080, Done 10

(20x27x2 = 1080 or 60 x small beads)

Part 2 (12.30 am), Lunch @ 1.30 pm

Medicine Buddha long mantra, Medicine Buddha heart mantra x108, Done 15

Manjushri mantra, Done 9

Om Avira Hum Kachara Mum Soha, Done 9.5

Earth store mantra x108, Done 14.5

7th Past Parents mantra x108, Done 16

Long life mantra (Om sam) x108, Done 9

Om ye ye nan 4x108, Done 9

Food mantra 4x108, Done 9

Water offering mantra, Done 9

Liberate small water being mantra, Done 9

Namo Bo bo Ti li, Cher (li) To li, Dan tuo ye tuo ye, Done 9

Om Maiyura Krante Svaha, Done 7

Om Ah Hum x108, Done 28.5

Part 3 (3.30 pm)

Amitabha (Nian fo) - 108 (6 syllable), 2x108 (4 syllable), Done 11

Avalokiteśvara - 108, Done 11

Mahasthamaprapta - 108, Done 11

Ksitigarbha - 108, Done 11

Heart sutra, Done 39

Tadyatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha x108, Done 7.5

Compassionate mantra, Done 56

Om Du lin, Du lin, Jia Du lin, Soha, Done 7

Om zhi zhe ya soha, Done 0.5

7 Buddha Names x3 per day, Done 44 days

Eliminate karma by 7 buddhas mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Pureland rebirth mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Om Pu Kam (Pureland), Light mantra 4x108, Done 5.5

Acala Heart Mantra (Namah Samanta Vajranam Ham), Done 6

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi, 14 x per day, Done 3405 + 1145

Part 4 End (6.50 pm), Dinner @ 7.30 pm

Tara mantras

- Green 4x108, Done 4

- Red 4x108, 100% Done 4

- White 4x108, Done 4

(Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh Punya Jñana Pustim Kuru Svaha)

Setrap mantra 4x108, Done 3

Dorje Shugden mantra; Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Done 3

~ Shize

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung 4x108, Done 3

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung, Done 3

During pandemic, Om Benza Wiki Bitana Chintau Kuru Ye Soha 4x108, Done 3

~ Gyenze

(Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Tseso Paljor Long Cho, Thamched Putrim Kuru Om) 1x108, Done 3

Om Benza Satto Hung 4×108, Done 170.75 + 13

During 8 Kwanzai

(7x per day)

Surangama mantra, Done 117

Om Amarani Jivantiye Svaha, Done 117

Om Maitri Maha Maitri Maitriye Svaha, Done 117

Om Alolika Svaha, Done 117

Mahapratisara Bodhisattva

(Om Bhara Bhara Sambhara Sambhara Indriya Visudhani Ha Ha Ru Ru Ca Re Svaha), Done 117

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha, Done 117

Oṃ āḥ hūṃ vajra guru padma siddhi hūṃ, Done 117

Je Tsongkhapa/Jungkapa, Done 117

(Om Ah Guru Benzadhara Sumati Kirti Siddhi Hum Hum)

Om Garbe Ragam Soha, Done 117

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung ~ peace

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung

~ health

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Punye Siddhi Hung

~ increase, done 180

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Washam Kuru Ho

~ control, done 180

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Rakya Rakya Hung

~ protection, done 180

Namkar Barzin (Om Biyada-Par Dhama-Dhara Soha), Done 117

Zambala of Five Directions (Om Zambala Gari Zanayeh Soha), Done 180

Yellow Zambala (Om Zambala Zalendraye Soha), Done 180

Om Samaya Cha, Done 180

Hum Mama Hum Ni Soha, Done 180

TADYATHA OM ANALE ANALE KHASAME KHASAME BHAYRE BHAYRE SAUMA SAUME SARVA BUDDHA ADISHTANA ADISHTITE SOHA OM SARVA TATHAGATHA USHINISHA SITATAPUTRA HUM PHAT HUM MAMA HUM NI SOHA

Medicine Buddha (3 times per day), Done 256

Namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru-

vaiḍūryaprabhārājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksaṃbuddhāya,

tadyathā oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā

Makura (Buddhist Patron protector of the zodiac sign monkey), 7x per day, Done 117

Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-raja Tathagata

(3 times per day)

Akshobhaya (Pudong Rulai), Done 214

- Namo bhagavate Akshobhaya, tathagataya arhate samyaksambuddhaya.

Tadyatha Om kamkani kamkani, Rochani rochani, Trotani trotani, Trasani trasani, Pratihana pratihana, Sarva karma paramparanime sarva sattvanancha svaha

Target: 60 per month with 5 to 6 days of 8 kwanzai. Each time 26 to 34, each day 10 to 15 times until reached 60 or more.

Mantra of Ferocious Eating 殘食咒為(Namah samanta vajranam, trat, amogha canda, maha rosana, sphataya, hum, tramaya, hum trat ham mam), Done 3

Others:

+ Cui sui chow

Om tore tore cha tore so poho

Om Lan Soha

Om Chrine

Om Brim

Om Pu Kam (Pureland).

Om Bodhicitta, Mudaba, Dayami.

Om abichanaga

Am Bi Chanaga.

Om da de da de mohe dade svaha.

Om Mani Padme Hung A a sa sa maha

Namo bhagavate...x4

Om Amida Ayu Dadi Soha

Food Mantra

Ganlu sui zhou

Namo bo bo ti li, cher (li) to li, dan tuo ye tuo ye

Om mani facili hum

Om Ami Dewa Hrih

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha

#chaotu daily practice

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pure-land-mind-life · 6 months

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Start - Basic (10.30 am)

Mouth (om soli soli..), Body (om sowa..) x7

Multiplier mantra x108, Done 1

Om Ram (Om Ram....Svaha), Done 2

Om Chrine (7 times, one protect hse, three protects whole place, seven protects the country) x108, Done 2

Earth Gods of Five Directions mantra (Namo Samanta Buddhanam Om Dulu Dulu Di Wei Soha) x3 per day, Done 10

Stupa mantra x3 per day, Done 10

A va la ka kia x 108, Done 0.5

Sakyamuni Buddha mantra 4x108 Done 1

Cundi Bodhisattva Mantra (Namaḥ Saptānāṃ Samyaksaṃbuddha Koṭīnāṃ Tadyathā Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī) x108, Done 1

Oṃ Cale Cule Cundī Svāhā x 108, Done 4

Om Mani Padme Hum, A Ah Sha Sa Ma Ha x 108, Done 6

Usnisa Vijaya mantra, Om Bhrum Soha x 108, Done 6

Om Bhrum x 108, Done 2

Part 1 (11.30 am)

Om Vasudhare Svaha x108, Done 5

Namo Samantha Buddhanam Om Mahakalaye Svaha x108, Done 1

Om Mahakalaye Svaha x1080, Done 0

(20x27x2 = 1080 or 60 x small beads)

Part 2 (12.30 am), Lunch @ 1.30 pm

Medicine Buddha long mantra, Medicine Buddha heart mantra x108, Done 3

Manjushri mantra, Done 1

Om Avira Hum Kachara Mum Soha, Done 1

Earth store mantra x108, Done 1

7th Past Parents mantra x108, Done 1

Long life mantra (Om sam) x108, Done 1

Om ye ye nan 4x108, Done 1

Food mantra 4x108, Done 1

Water offering mantra, Done 1

Liberate small water being mantra, Done 1

7 Buddha Names x3 per day, Done 4 days

Namo Bo bo Ti li, Cher (li) To li, Dan tuo ye tuo ye, Done 1

Om Maiyura Krante Svaha, Done 1

Om Ah Hum x108, Done 4

Part 3 (3.30 pm)

Nian fo - 108 (6 syllable), 2x108 (4 syllable) Done 4

Kuan yin - 108, Done 4

Great Strength - 108, Done 4

Ksitigarbha - 108, Done 4

Heart sutra, Done 7

Tadyatha om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha x108, Done 1

Compassionate mantra, Done 7

Om Du lin, Du lin, Jia Du lin, Soha, Done 1

Om Ji zhi ya Soha, Done

Eliminate karma by 7 buddhas mantra 4x108, Done 0.5

Pureland rebirth mantra 4x108, Done 0

Om Pu Kam (Pureland), Light mantra 4x108, Done 0

Acala Heart Mantra (Namah Samanta Vajranam Ham), Done 1

Oṃ Bodhicittam Utpādayāmi, x 108, 14 x per day, Done 2

Part 4 End (6.50 pm), Dinner @ 7.30 pm

Tara mantras

- Green 4x108, Done 1

- Red 4x108, Done 1

- White 4x108, Done 1

(Om Tare Tuttare Ture Mama Ayuh Punya Jñana Pustim Kuru Svaha)

Setrap mantra 4x108, Done 1

Dorje Shugden mantra; Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Done 1

~ Shize

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung 4x108, Done 1

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung, Done 1

During pandemic, Om Benza Wiki Bitana Chintau Kuru Ye Soha 4x108, Done 1

~ Gyenze

(Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha, Tseso Paljor Long Cho, Thamched Putrim Kuru Om) 1x108, Done 1

Om Benza Satto Hung 4×108, Done 2

During 8 Kwanzai

(7x per day)

Surangama mantra, Done 108

Om Amarani Jivantiye Svaha, Done 86

Om Maitri Maha Maitri Maitriye Svaha, Done 86

Om Alolika Svaha, Done 106

Mahapratisara Bodhisattva

(Om Bhara Bhara Sambhara Sambhara Indriya Visudhani Ha Ha Ru Ru Ca Re Svaha), Done 86

Om Kurukulle Hrih Svaha, Done 86

Oṃ āḥ hūṃ vajra guru padma siddhi hūṃ, Done 86

Je Tsongkhapa/Jungkapa, Done 86

(Om Ah Guru Benzadhara Sumati Kirti Siddhi Hum Hum)

Om Garbe Ragam Soha, Done 106

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Soha

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Shanti Siddhi Hung ~ peace

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Ayu Siddhi Hung

~ health

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Punye Siddhi Hung

~ increase, done 108

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Washam Kuru Ho

~ control, done 108

Om Benza Wiki Bitana Rakya Rakya Hung

~ protection, done 108

Namkar Barzin (Om Biyada-Par Dhama-Dhara Soha), Done 86

Zambala of Five Directions (Om Zambala Gari Zanayeh Soha), Done

Om Samaya Cha, Done 86

Hum Mama Hum Ni Soha, Done 149

TADYATHA OM ANALE ANALE KHASAME KHASAME BHAYRE BHAYRE SAUMA SAUME SARVA BUDDHA ADISHTANA ADISHTITE SOHA OM SARVA TATHAGATHA USHINISHA SITATAPUTRA HUM PHAT HUM MAMA HUM NI SOHA

Medicine Buddha (3 times per day), Done 130

Namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru-

vaiḍūryaprabhārājāya tathāgatāya

arhate samyaksaṃbuddhāya,

tadyathā oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā

Makura (Buddhist Patron protector of the zodiac sign monkey), 7x per day, Done x 216

Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-raja Tathagata

(3 times per day)

Akshobhaya (Pudong Rulai), Done 0

Yellow Zambala (Om Zambala Zalendraye Soha), Done 0

- Namo bhagavate Akshobhaya, tathagataya arhate samyaksambuddhaya.

Tadyatha Om kamkani kamkani, Rochani rochani, Trotani trotani, Trasani trasani, Pratihana pratihana, Sarva karma paramparanime sarva sattvanancha svaha

#daily practice

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mybukz · 1 year

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Fiction: Flight of the Undead by You Lin

The zombies of Kwan Yin Temple were getting more and more restless by the hour. There were eleven of them, mouths permanently twisted in a scream and purple veins crawling the length of their stick-like limbs: an atlas of rivers snaking across terrains roughened by age. Their hair were hay-like, dry and unwashed and oily, and yet they paced the length of the temple with their heads high, occasionally rattling the rusty red temple gates confining them, unsteady gaits never deterring the gleam in their eyes.

They had a caretaker: a man whose skin was just as rough as theirs. No one really knew who he was, let alone how he ended up sweeping dried leaves under ripening Bodhi trees and tossing slaughtered bulls into the zombies’ confinement every stroke of the hour. All they knew was that he was the only one who could control the zombies, and that he was older than the seas itself.

The caretaker never spoke, but he did frequent the bar adjacent to the temple, downing shot after shot in thick, dust-rimmed glasses. It was always Carlsberg; never Tiger, or any of the cheap brands of beer that fizzled out lamely under the attack of the chilly night air. He was a man who could hold his liquor, a man who had seen too many things to be remotely unnerved by the violent brawls that commenced at the center of the dinghy bar, musty shoes squelching against the wooden floorboards perennially soaked with vomit and spilled rum. Most nights, he sat exactly three seats from the bar counter, watching the gregarious crowd shove against one another, unshaved armpits jostling noisily with an air of indifference. He had no need to engage; amateur gangsters left him alone after being brutally kneed in the groin before they could even get a word of insult out and those who sat alongside him wordlessly for years now knew that he was better off being left alone.

This night, however, the caretaker shuffled one seat closer to the bar counter, amber liquid sloshing in his glass. He remained mute, but there was something in his eyes that raised the hairs at the back of the neck of anyone who dared look him in the eye. Something ancient. Something evil. Something that looked like a warning.

The doors burst open when he was reaching out for his third drink, spindly fingers closed around the neck of the beer bottle. The caretaker squeezed, beads of perspiration from the sweating glass numbing his fingers. This angle, he could almost envision the green-tinted glass as a grappling victim, their face blue with hypoxia, pulse racketing below his thumbs. He broke the bottle in one clean snap, eyes flitting emotionlessly to the splatter of frothing alcohol on the ground.

They said he walked out of the bar that night, lips curled upwards.

The people of Chinatown lived on gossip and news that travelled at light speed by the word of mouth; the next morning, they woke up to a disappearance and a doll, dressed in black laces.

Black—the color of funerals, the color of death.

Back at the temple, the caretaker tossed a fresh carcass into the zombies’ pen, the tolling bell signifying the end of yet another hour. Brown leaves fluttered below his feet, but for the first time, he did not sweep them away. Instead, he leaned against the metal railing, watching as the zombies tore the body to shreds, crimson oozing out of the plump tendons and flesh that glistened under the slightest illumination.

“Zai,” the zombies hissed collectively. “Zzzzzaaaiiii…” rose their mournful wails into the air permeated by burned incense. Zāi. Danger. Disaster.

The caretaker smiled. In the inky darkness of the pen was a shadowy figure, rising from the ashes. A scream pierced the air. And on the forty-ninth hour, there were twelve zombies in the temple, their mouths permanently twisted in a scream and purple veins crawling the length of their stick-like limbs.

The second night, they finally brought around the doll to the bar. It was a gangly creature with unusually porcelain skin, lips painted cherry red and eyes darkened with shadows. Patrons bent over it in healthy mixtures of fear and awe, commenting on the doll’s long lashes, the peculiar texture of its face. The caretaker sipped at his drink.

The girl who disappeared was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, all dainty sighs and smooth, unmarred skin. He had seen her once or twice before, dark hair pulled up in pigtails embellished with a single gold hairpin; she always chased after the pigeons whenever she came round the temple, her clear laugh undulating in the air like the tinkles of a wind chime.

“Qí guài,” someone muttered at the edge of the crowd. How strange indeed, the caretaker thought as he tapped two fingers against the rim of his glass.

“What material do you think they used to make this doll?”

Loud jeers saturated the already tipsy air, raucous debates shattering the ambience of mystery. Some said silk, others insisted that it was rag. “I’ll tell you, it’s latex. I saw one with my own eyes at the border of Chang Jiang when I travelled there once,” a red-faced man boomed. “Excellent quality, that one.”

Someone else interrupted. “But surely, it has to be some kind of skin. Snakeskin, perhaps?”

“No, pigskin!” someone called out.

“Murine!”

“Equine!”

“Canine!”

“Feline!”

Neither could hear the other over the sound of fifty patrons shouting the names of different animals all at once. The caretaker closed his eyes, the sound of arguing pounding on his eardrum without relent. Amidst the chaos, the doll disappeared, and yet the battle recommence. The caretaker left not long after, but not before bending down to examine the doll and chuckling under his breath.

“It’s rén pí,” someone heard him say. “Human skin.”

When he spoke, his voice was the rustle of wind through yellowed leaves, the crackle of joss paper being burned in honor of the spirits. Ghost money: that was what he burned when he returned to the temple, watching the swirls of smog spiral heavenwards. “Na Mo A Mi Tuo Fo,” he chanted monotonously. “Na Mo A Mi Tuo Fo. A Mi Tuo Fo. A Mi Tuo Fo…”

The answer of the wind came swiftly, “Huò bù dān xíng.” He agreed, looking at the shabby building where the zombies paced, agitated. Misfortunes rarely came singly. Something was coming. Something was coming for them all, but he knew that he would be the only one left—again—when the dust settled, everything else wiped off the grid for the second time.

The people spoke of disease. Of suffering and of calamity. They could feel it everywhere: in the rattle of the wind through narrow alleyways, in the echoes of rock music snaking down night markets, in the dead silence enveloping the city at night. The city was crumbling, its foundations whispering warnings as cracks filled the ground. Nothing was the same anymore; nothing was the way it used to be. Even coffee tasted different: more bitter, more foreign. As if someone had tuned the dial of the world down a notch, slowly churning this reality into oblivion.

He moved another seat closer to the counter. One seat—he was now one seat away from the center of the bar. Beside him, the bartender stood, wringing his hands in front of his apron as the caretaker fixed his stare on him. “Your usual, good sir?” the bartender squeaked, glasses clinking unsteadily on his tray.

The caretaker nodded, accepting a beer bottle fresh from the metal bucket filled with ice. Tendrils of fizz and condensation rose as he twisted the beer cap. There was something in the air today: a beast slowly awakening, its consciousness a low hum spreading through the streets. It yawned, great fangs dripping with saliva, blinking eyes shielded behind a thin film. It was a creature born from the vilest pits, a creature of malice and vindictiveness. It would strike tonight, that he knew of, that he was certain of.

He wiped his arms on the sleeve of his trousers. Even his beer tasted different now: sour. Even more so now that the lull of apocalypse crept closer. Outside, the clock tower struck twelve: the beating heart of the city, tolling its last laments. Dong, dong, dong, dong. He wondered if the people had noticed the difference as acutely as he did, if they felt as if the world was holding its breath in preparation for the final plunge. He was sure they did—to some extent. And if they listened carefully enough, they might even hear the howl of the beast, whistling through the cracks in the door. The people had a name for it—the death rattle—he supposed it was fitting for an empire tethering on the edge of destruction.

The caretaker stood, sliding a crumpled note across the counter. There was no use waiting around; he might as well return to the temple where he could sacrifice another round of golden papers to the ancestors that governed their fate. The crowd parted easily for him—they always did. He thought he spotted something as he passed, though he could never quite figure what. A different energy, he mused. An omen.

He woke up to a newspaper clipping hastily slid between the bars of the temple, proclaiming that the bartender of Dragon Lily Palace was dead.

They held a funeral for the bartender for he was well-known and well-liked; the people mourned his death openly, perhaps even more so than the daughter of the merchant, much to his chagrin. Yet, the merchant donned a simple black suit and drove his ridiculously expensive car down the square, white lilies flapping on his bumper in honor of the bartender whose name no one really knew.

The caretaker was there too. All over Chinatown, people brought liquor and splattered them on the ground where the bartender would be buried. The dry land cracked the more they poured poison into the earth, but no one seemed to notice. Navy blue banners flapped in the wind, golden calligraphy tracing bold words that marked the end of a beloved citizen’s death. Jié āi shùn biàn, they murmured to each other, neither quite knowing who exactly to deliver their condolences to. The bartender was such an individual: adored by many but known by none—his death was all it took to unearth that startling fact.

The clock struck one. The caretaker watched in silence as they took in the body, meticulously arranged in a wooden casket. They’d cleaned him up, but the caretaker could see the wounds they couldn’t, the breaks in the pimpled skin where viscous blood leaked out slowly as silver met pink, again and again until all the victim could utter was a single wheeze. Belatedly, he wondered if they’d used a scythe—if it had used a scythe. It did seem plausible enough.

Words were spoken: kind words, meaningless words. None of these people had really known the bartender, and yet they spoke of him like they did, illustrating colorful tales of bravery, humor, and passion. The caretaker scoffed, consulting his watch briefly. It was fourteen past one; fourteen—the unlucky number, the number of death.

He waited. The air rippled, deliciously sated with smoke from burned incense sticks and the weight of shared grief. Then, a scream rang out: bright and clear in the wide courtyard.

In the casket, the body had disappeared—the barest flicker of light preceding the occurrence. No one had noticed. No one had thought to notice. In its place, a doll sat, its curious face stretched into a grin so wide that it elicited a sharp wince from the crowd.

Some said it resembled the late bartender. Most fled before they could catch a better look at the masqueraded abomination looming above them all.

There were thirteen zombies clawing at the bars of the temple now. These days, most doors were barred shut, locked once, twice, thrice until there was no remote chance of any individual breaking in. Chaos broke out everywhere: an invisible virus that transmitted quicker than any other kind. Soon, even the slightest disarray spurred the people into action, banging doors and muttering prayers, trying in vain to ward of the imminent disaster.

“The end of the world is coming,” the caretaker caught someone whispering to their partner. “We must flee.”

“To where?”

“Anywhere but here.”

On the other side of the street, someone else spoke of the zombies. “There are thirteen of them now,” they said urgently. “What happens when there’s fourteen?”

“Shí sì,” they passed on to one another. Si. Death. All the way down the interconnected network of the city, people spoke of the number fourteen, their voices jumbled in a disjointed chorus. “Fourteen,” they intoned, singing the melody of death. “Death. Fourteen. Death.”

Death, death, death, death, death.

It was all they spoke of now.

The gates of the temple were not locked though. The caretaker thought of it as pointless; what was a locked door against a cataclysm? It was the only constant that remained in the city now: the temple, the zombies, the caretaker. Everything else was changing—everything else was rapidly spiraling into the void that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, sucking the life out of the city, breathing back darkness in return.

Everything else but the temple.

The temple never changed; it was a point in history that remained stagnant, a beacon that anchored the rest of the world to reality. Day after day, the zombies rattled against the chains that held them in place, and the caretaker tossed meat into their cage and swept the dried leaves. Sometimes, he chanted prayers. Other times, he gazed at the horizon wordlessly, broomstick tightly clutched in one hand as he watched the sky darken and lighten in cycles.

If they hadn’t known better, they would have said that he was counting the days till his death, just like the rest of them were.

When disaster strikes, people turn to God for forgiveness. They pray. They weep. They beg for atonement to all the sins they have committed, even when the logical part of their minds knew that no god was listening. There had never been any higher power in the first place.

Still, the people prayed. Day and night, they prayed, burning candles, lighting incense sticks. Smoke clouded their visions, burning their lungs as they inhaled, and yet they prayed. Again, and again, and again so that the gods would spare them, would spare this piece of land that was their home.

Occasionally, they would have parades, throngs gathered en masse on the narrow, winded streets, sprinkling holy water and worshipping large, golden statues. He used to watch them walk by, heads bowed in supplication. Now, all he did was let the drone of their voices fill the backdrop as he fed his zombies and swept his leaves.

There were no more deaths after the bartender. No more zombies, no more dolls. But the people knew that it wasn’t over; the disaster was merely recuperating, pondering the best moment to strike. They could feel it in their bones, even in the air they breathed in. Beware, the wind seemed to say. It’s coming, it warned. It’s waking.

But what? The people wondered. What was coming? What was waking? It was a different kind of fear they felt—the kind you never knew you could feel until it invaded your soul, festering on every breath you took. The fear of not knowing what was going to happen. It ate you from the inside out.

It was always the worst kind of fear.

Two months after the bartender’s death, they started seeing things. A flash of a serpent’s tail. A shadow lingering even after dawn. A presence, salivating all over the city. This is it, the people whispered feverishly as they huddled closer to each other. This is it: the end of the world, the eruption that was going to doom them all.

No god was coming to save them; they were on their own now. They were all alone in a world destined to burn.

The beast had no name. It was a silver of consciousness, a formless vapor enveloping the city. People revered it; they used to compose songs and dances to honor it. They gave it a name, but that too was swallowed by the ages, just like how time had wiped out any lingering memory of it from the minds of the people.

It hated the dark; it had always been waiting in the shadows, never strong enough to manifest a form under the scalding rays of light. Now though, it was almost ready. It was almost ready to venture into the territory that was its to begin with, to seek the revenge it had been dreaming of since centuries ago.

It let out a sound of victory. In the distance, rocks crumbled, thunder breaking across the open sky.

And in the decaying buildings straining under the weight of its return, the people whimpered, counting down the seconds before it all came raining down above them.

It saw the caretaker in the temple first: an old man brandishing his broom like a sword. It slithered closer, listening, looking. It heard its brethren, captured and tormented. It saw their jailer, timeless and ancient.

A flare of anger surged. The old man looked up as it approached, inky fire licking its skin. The slightest sign of recognition clicked. “Nian,” the caretaker spoke slowly.

It bared its teeth. “Hou Yi.”

The caretaker started; it had been too long since someone—since anyone—addressed him by his name. He was surprised the beast remembered; in retrospect, of course it remembered. He was the reason of its downfall: the archer who shot down the suns, the savior of humankind. It advanced, fixing its unblinking eyes on him.

“What happened to your flames?” he asked, the way one would address a friend.

“I was reborn.” Its mouth was an abyss that siphoned every sensation off the face of the earth. “I used to be light personified; now, I am both. Darkness and light, love and hatred. I am everything and nothing.”

“What do you want?” the caretaker stumbled—it was the only sign of his hesitation.

It laughed, the sound tugging at his life force, drawing him closer towards complete destruction. “I want revenge,” it snarled, lunging. “I want to end you. And then, I want to end this whole civilization, once and for all. You will no longer be here to rebuild. No one—no being—will ever stop me from dominating the skies again.”

The archer was powerless without his arrows; he was almost mortal in the face of the beast, and the beast knew it. It smacked its lips noisily, savoring the last moments of a hero’s ruination. “I’m sorry,” the caretaker said to no one in particular.

“I’m not,” the beast replied, tilting its head skyward as the essence of the archer fueled its century-old veins.

Fourteen zombies. One last doll.

Deep from the belly of the city, the clock tower chimed. Dong, dong, dong. No one made another sound; no one made another move. The city was still, so still. Too still. Crouched in the darkness, the people waited with bated breaths for the beast to reappear, but it never did.

Slowly, the city lived once more, but there was a new undertone to its existence. Somewhere below the ground, a distant rumbling echoed faintly, and in the temple, fourteen zombies rattled the dusty red gate, incomprehensible hisses pervading the air. Soon, the sonorous bell reverberated through the compound: once, twice. The people watched, waiting for the caretaker to resume his duty, but from the darkness, all they could see was the beast lumbering towards the pen, tossing a fresh bull carcass to the swarm of hungry zombies, their teeth gleaming red.

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You Lin is a writer whose work surrounds the darker fragments of her identity. Her work can be found in Archer Magazine, The B'K, and The Borgen Project among others, some of which were published under a pen name. When she's not writing, you can find her overworking as usual, losing faith in humanity, and drowning in the nightmare that is medical school.

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Sorry for the notification hell. Bodhi has some achievements under his belt now. He's been desiring to grow forbidden fruit for some time. I guess, he couldn't find a suitable gene donor to start a life together and now he just wants to clone himself in the plant form. Anything that would continue his line is good.

He also conquers his career and is immediately rewarded by this random townie with bitch-slapping. Funny thing is their relationship improved after the slapping. Maybe Bodhi has a kink for a good smack in the face, like Grandpa Fendi did.

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#ts3 legacy #ts3 challenge #ts3 gameplay #ts3 stories #Midnight Sun Challenge #msc #msc:g4 p7 #random legacy #Bodhi Lin

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threelivesthreeworlds · 1 year

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Anonymous asked: Hii, Do we have any updates on mo yuan and shao wan's story and it has 2 years for this. Pls do give updates😊

Bodhi Fate itself is still just a finished outline last we heard, as TQ had been still writing Lotus Step vol. 4 when we were updated last on the process.

We don't have much more on their story but little pieces of info on Shao Wan now. And a tiny tidbit about Mo Yuan.

#three lives three worlds the lotus step #admin lin #three lives three worlds #Mo Yuan #Shao Wan #three lives three worlds the bodhi fate

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korra-of-the-watertribe · 5 years

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Happy Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month! Here are (some of) my favorite API characters!

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I really admire so many things about your writing - the introspection and deep meaning, the realistic and sensitive way that you handle topics. Do you have any recs for fav media/books/tv shows/fanfics ? I guess I'm curious if there are any you think might have similar qualities/themes?

This is a tough one because basically everything I consume gets picked apart and reused in some way. However, I’ll give it a shot:

The Book Thief and I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak. There’s quite a lot I like about Zusak’s use of language and have since 2007 when I read The Book Thief for the first time, and there’s something very cinematic and magical about I Am the Messenger (particularly in the chapter with the young track runner).

The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell. He’s most commonly known for Cloud Atlas, but he has an ongoing theme of vampires and cannibalism reappearing in his work (I just read Slade House for the first time while I was in quarantine) and there’s something deeply satisfying about the way that all of the disparate pieces come to fruition at the climax of The Bone Clocks. Not a perfect book, but deeply satisfying.

The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver. Again, she’s most commonly known for The Poisonwood Bible, but I liked that well enough to read The Lacuna in 2013, and I completely hated it for the first half of the book until finally something clicked in my brain and I activated the literary critic within, who doesn’t care so much about whether they enjoy something and more cares about how well something is done. The description of US American rationing during World War II really got me onto the novel’s side, if that makes sense; and I do love a good family epic, and while this only focuses on one protagonist instead of generations of them, it’s interesting in a similar way to The Bone Clocks where you see everything start to snowball together.

Literally anything by Ursula Vernon/T. Kingfisher. I particularly recommend The Raven and The Reindeer, which I read shortly after being diagnosed with my chronic illness and really helped me to understand the irrelevance of shame. There’s something very satisfying about saying “a reindeer doesn’t care if it smells bad, so I’m going to lean into that particular apathy and not allow a bully to take me down over it.” Something comforting about taking shelter in the animal and in survival, when you and your body are in one place and working on the same side, and it’s your brain that’s ready to give up first but your body will keep dragging you through because that’s what it does. Certain lines in Indelicate were inspired by her adaptation of Tam Lin in Jackalope Wives and other Stories (https://www.amazon.com/Jackalope-Wives-Other-Stories-Kingfisher-ebook/dp/B071946RLN). Lots of her short stories are available at this link for free: http://www.redwombatstudio.com/portfolio/writing/short-stories/

TV’s a little harder to unpack, since I don’t always think in terms of visual media, I tend to default to words first. Recently I’ve been enjoying New Amsterdam on NBC--it’s nice to see the radical socialist doctor doing his damnedest to secure the right thing--and Call the Midwife--similar reasons. There’s a lot about meeting someone where they are in both shows that I appreciate.

There’s also a lot of music that inspires my writing so I’ll have to dedicate a post specifically to that in my methods and materials.

Fanfic, though! Lots of my favorites, lots of genres. Here we go:

we are all stardust by synergenic (Losseflame) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/5682496) Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens, pairing Finn/Poe Dameron. Sexually explicit, but also leans a lot into physicality. You can probably see the influence on the very first chapter of Indelicate when Eddie’s waking up in pain and Richie’s at his bedside. It’s very much inspired by a similar sickbed scene here.

If They Haven’t Learned Your Name by silentwalrus (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6329503) Captain America/Marvel Cinematic Universe Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes. The holy grail of Steve/Bucky fanfiction. If you want independent character exploration, this is the place to go. Natasha shaving her head? Yes. Sam pleading with Steve to keep his shit together while thirty Koren grandmothers assume they are American celebrities? Yes. Bucky defiantly hunting down his sense of self while bingeing romance novels in a space ship? Yes. Pay particular attention to the Sam chapters, because they’re a beautiful way of defining Steve’s characterization from an outside perspective, and I’m trying to do the same with Eddie looking at Richie in Indelicate.

An Ever-Fixed Mark by AMarguerite (https://archiveofourown.org/works/8523001) Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen) Elizabeth Bennet/Colonel Fitzwilliam, Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy. Soulmark AU. This is one of my longtime favorite fanfictions and what it taught me was cause and effect. The characters move the plot forward based on their assumptions and decisions. Definitely very helpful when I was writing TTHAEL by the seat of my pants.

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7233709) Supernatural Dean Winchester/Castiel. Sexually explicit. A lot of the summary I can give here is spoilers, but if you read this one through, you’ll be able to see the inspiration for the “Can you tell me where I can get another Eddie Kaspbrak?” scene in Indelicate.

Work of All Saints by antistar_e (kaikamahine) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15006644) Coco (2017) Imelda Rivera/Héctor Rivera/Ernesto de la Cruz. Sexually mature. Oh my GOD this is a beautiful coming-of-age story set in turn-of-the-century Oaxaca, this is the best complete expansion of canon that I’ve ever seen; the author takes the pieces and runs with them and it is WONDERFUL.

Lycanthropic Studies by Eiiri (https://archiveofourown.org/series/575263) Harry Potter, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black canon-divergence AU. I very much enjoy the meditation on lycanthropy as a chronic illness and I sometimes reread this for comfort. Particularly early on Remus has a rant about how he’s sick and he’s always sick and his life doesn’t stop for it, despite holidays and birthdays he still has to deal with the consequences of his illness and take the devastating medication, and there’s a lot about that that speaks to me. I haven’t kept up with the series for some time, though.

Careful Truths by SassySnowperson (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12111966) Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker canon-divergence AU. Sexually explicit. Honestly identity p!rn fics are a good inspiration for that third-person limited perspective I’ve been working on in Indelicate. Also I love love LOVE Bodhi Rook. It’s fun watching him run in circles trying to conceal his identity from Luke while completely oblivious to Luke doing exactly the same thing.

Stammtisch by chaya (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15060152) Critical Role: Season 2, Caleb Widogast/Mollymauk Tealeaf, AU. Sexually explicit. Long before Caleb actually leveled up enough to cast Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion, chaya speculated about what kind of spaces he might create for each of his friends. I think it’s a very good resource for really condensing characterization down into lots of images and concepts and deciding what other characters know about them. The idea of making space for someone else is something that I lean into a lot when I write Ben, who’s the kind of man who will set himself on fire to keep those he loves warm, and even though Critical Role has far more material than even IT for determining characterization, and even though this particular moment has already occurred in canon--it’s just a wonderful homey story, and has the kind of found family vibes I like for the Losers as well.

I know that’s a lot to unpack there, but all of those fics are very good and I recommend reading any assortment that appeals to you. (Work of All Saints in particular you don’t have to be familiar with the source material beyond the basic premise; it stands on its own.) Thank you for asking, and thank you for reading!

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