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razberryyum · 4 years

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So you’re done with The Untamed and want more, what now?

Reposting this since I’ve updated it with new info/links. Again, I entered the fandom via The Untamed so I’m by no means a MDZS expert, just tried my best gathering all the resources I can which I hope will help some new Untamed/MDZS fan out there. If you spot any errors, don’t yell at me, just let me know and I’ll correct it as best I can, especially for any future reposts.

READ THE NOVEL

Read the original web novel the show was based on: The Untamed (aka “CQL” or “Chen Qing Ling”) was adapted from the BL web novel, Mo Dao Zu Shi (aka ”MDZS” or Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) by author Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (”MXTX”). Yes the novel came first, CQL is only an adaptation. In the novel, you get the uncensored romance of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, where they are canonically married and living happily ever after. The novel goes full into R18 territory so please tread carefully.

All four volumes of the novel can be purchased from the original publishing site, JJWXC. The site’s in chinese but here’s a tutorial on how to navigate it and purchase the books: JJWXC Tutorial Link.

There’s also the option of purchasing the physical copies from Yesasia which might be easier but it’s also more expensive since they’re the middle man: Yesasia MDZS Link

It would be wonderful if you can support MXTX-laoshi by actually buying the books, especially since the cover art is so beautiful and the extra chapter volumes come with a lot of awesome extra goodies, but of course there’s also the option of reading the fan translations graciously provided by the Exiled Rebels Scanlations team at their site:

They translated all the novels including the bonus chapters in their own free time and are providing the fanslations for free so please give them some love for all their hard work.

WATCH THE ANIME (aka “Donghua” in Chinese)

Watch the anime based on the novel: The donghua was released before The Untamed. Two seasons are already available (23 eps total) with a third season in production and a special chibi version of the donghua in production as well. The Eng-subbed donghua can be seen using the WeTV app or on Youtube: YT MDZS Donghua Playlist

Grant it, the donghua is even more censored than The Untamed, but the donghua team still managed to sneak in some easter eggs (f.e. WangXian naked bathing scene in the cold springs from the novel...in The Untamed they were fully clothed) and more importantly, the animation is just gorgeous so it’s absolutely worth a watch despite the censorship.

READ THE MANGA (aka “Manhua” in Chinese)

Read the manhua which is ongoing and is being officially translated by WeComics, available on their app for free. Search under the name “Mo Dao Zu Shi”.

Unfortunately, the official translations are more than 20 chaps behind the raws and there have been complaints about the quality of the translations in the past, but I believe they’re starting to improve so since they’re official, it’s always better to support the official source.

The raw untranslated manhua can be found on the Kuaikanmanhua app. Other than being in Chinese, some of the chapters (f.e. the most recent ones) are behind a paywall, but here’s a tutorial on how to purchase the chapters, provided by @chiharuzushi on Twitter: Kuaikanmanhua Tutorial

The chapters are quite cheap...I purchase 1000 KK coins for 10 rmb ($0.14) and each chapter is only 68 KK coins so even if we end up with 500 chapters it’ll still be...er...quite cheap overall (don’t make me do the actual math). The most painful part is figuring out how to set up the Kuaikanmanhua account, but otherwise, if you can read Chinese or know enough of the story by now that you don’t really need to read the words, the manhua is definitely worth reading because it’s less censored than The Untamed and the donghua.

LISTEN TO THE AUDIO DRAMA

Listen to the audio drama, which is at this point the most faithful and LEAST censored adaptation of the novel we will probably ever get! Wei Ying’s voice actor in The Untamed is the voice actor for his audio drama counterpart. (Yes, almost everyone in The Untamed is dubbed by a voice actor, EXCEPT for Nie Huaisang. Ji Li, the actor for NHS, was the only one who used his own voice. Lan Zhan in The Untamed shares the same voice actor as his character in the donghua).

Each episode art of the audio drama is AMAZING. Google Translate works well on the site, you’d want to see the listeners’ comments cuz they’re just adorable and hilarious.

Official links on Maoer FM:

Season 1: Maoer FM S1 Link

Season 2: Maoer FM S2 Link

Season 3: Maoer FM S3 Link

The audio drama was supervised by MXTX-laoshi, the author of the novel, so a lot of love and care went into the production, and it shows. The audio drama is behind a paywall but I remember it’s relatively inexpensive. Here’s the tutorial on how to purchase the audio drama from the Maoer FM site: Maoer FM Tutorial Link

Ngl, it was tough at first navigating all that, Google translate helped, but once I figured it out, it was all so worth it because in addition to the MDZS, the site houses a lot of other wonderful audio dramas. There are also MDZS fan songs on the site that are near professional quality and oh so good.

Suibian Subs have kindly translated the episodes and their translations are available here: Suibian Subs MDZS Audio Drama

Show them some love too for translating the episodes, but please if you can, purchase the episodes so you can support the audio drama team which have done an amazing job.

There’s even a Japanese audio drama which the Chinese AD team helped spearhead, available on the MIMI FM app. Here’s a tutorial on how to purchase the eps (half of the first season is out): MIMI FM Tutorial

It’s in Japanese but just follow the pictures. I’m hoping that the Japanese audio drama will end up being the MOST uncensored version of MDZS since Japanese BL dramas are not afraid (and allowed) to go all the way to R18. XD

MORE THE UNTAMED CONTENT

Lastly, if you’re just thirsting for more Untamed content, there are two spin-off movies you can watch. The first one, The Living Dead, is kind of centered on Wen Ning and Sizhui post-CQL.

The second one, Fatal Journey, is focused on the Nie brothers, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang, with a cameo by Jin Guangyao. It takes place prior to Wei Ying’s return from the dead.

Of the two movies, I definitely recommend Fatal Journey more. Both movies are available on the iQiyi app, which offers a one month free trial for first members. Each month afterwards for VIP is $6.99.

You can also go on the WeTV app for even more Untamed extras: WeTV put out a special edition cut of the show which tightened up the story AND features the original ending that was intended before censorship forced the production team to come up with the more ambiguous one we saw in its original run. It was a simple matter of rearranging certain scenes and getting rid of the separation part, but imho it really made all the difference to the ending.

There’s a ton of behind-the-scene cuteness that you can watch and also concerts with the cast in Thailand and Nanjing. VIP subscription to the WeTV app is $5.99/month and the Nanjing concert is for rent for 3 months at about the same price.

The show also put out two official soundtracks, one for the vocals and one for the score. Both are available on Amazon and iTunes. For Amazon though, you can search under “The Untamed” but they did this weird thing where the vocals one is listed as “The Untamed (Chinoiserie Music Album)” (wtf) while the score is just listed as “The Untamed (Original Soundtrack)”.

Finally, most of the male members of the cast took part in a fan meet and greet at the start of the show, before it became hugely popular. The entire meet and greet is available on youtube subbed: The Untamed Fan Meeting

That’s it for The Untamed and MDZS. If you end up liking the novel enough to want to read more by the same author, MXTX-laoshi has also written two other BL novels, The Scum Villain Self-Saving System (aka “SVSSS” or “Scum Villain”) and Heaven’s Official Blessing (aka “TGCF” after its Chinese title). Both have been fully translated by fans (but always try to buy the original if you have the means, as a way to support the author!):

SVSSS Translation: BC Novels Link

TGCF Translation chaps 1 - 24: Sakhyulations Link

TGCF Translation chaps 25 - End: Suika & Rynn Link

As with reading any BL novel (aka “danmei novel” for Chinese BL books), please heed the warnings and if it’s not your cup of tea, just exit out of the page and move on with your life. No big deal, right?

Anyway, hope all this info dump helps someone! If you’re brand spanking new to this fandom, welcome, and I’m so jealous of you! Would love to relive stepping into the world of MDZS/MXTX/danmei novels all over again since I feel like I’m already running out of stuff to read and I’m beginning to panic a little.

Happy watching/reading/listening!

#The Untamed #CQL #Mo Dao Zu Shi #MDZS #WangXian #MXTX

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pikapeppa · 4 years

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FenHawke &Varric friendship fluff: History

I was casually playing DA:I the other day and wandering around in the Hissing Wastes, and I got inspired to write some friendship fluff between Fenris, Rynne Hawke and their beloved BFF Varric. Set in my Fenris the Inquisitor universe.

~1700 words; read on AO3 instead.

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Fenris trudged over to the fire and sat next to Hawke with a groan. “I have finally succeeded in beating the sand out the creases in my clothes,” he announced. “For now, at least.”

Varric huffed. “At least you didn’t wear boots. I’m pretty sure I had enough sand in mine to build a castle.” He eyed his own bare feet in disgruntlement, and Fenris smirked; seeing Varric without boots on was a very rare occurrence.

“Told you to wear sandals,” Hawke said without looking up from the tattered book in her lap.

Varric gave her a long-suffering look. “When have you ever seen me in sandals?”

“There’s no better time to start,” Hawke said. “Bare chest, bare feet — it’s a natural pairing, like peas and carrots.”

Despite her jocular tone, she didn’t lift her eyes from her book. Fenris eyed her curiously. “What are you reading that has you so preoccupied?”

She finally looked up, and her amber eyes were wide and bright with interest. “It’s the journal we found on that poor dwarven fellow who got bitten by a spider. It’s pretty incredible, actually. I mean, sad because he died, poor sod,” she said quickly, “but incredible what he was figuring out.” She turned to Varric. “Did you know there was an entire dwarven house that purposely left the deep roads to set up here on the surface?”

He shot her a chiding look. “Have you ever seen me write anything much about the Orzammar dwarves?”

Her smile became sheepish. “Er, no.”

“Then that’s how much I know about a dwarven house leaving the deep roads to set up on the surface,” he said dryly.

“All right, fine, it was a stupid question,” she admitted. “But listen to this: this Paragon Fairel fellow took his house out of the deep roads before the First Blight to hide some incredible weapon he invented, so the rest of the dwarves would stop using it against each other. Before the First Blight! That’s how many years ago now?” She frowned. “Wait, when was the First Blight again?”

Amused, Fenris answered her question. “In -395 Ancient.”

She batted her eyelashes. “Maker’s balls, you’re so smart. No wonder I married you.”

Varric rolled his eyes. “All right, so some dwarves settled on the surface over a thousand years ago.”

“Yes, but that’s not all,” Hawke said. “It sounds like they were prepared to fight a dragon even before they left the deep roads. The fellow who wrote this journal found an inscription and translated it like this:

From the Stone, have no fear of anything,

But the stone-less sky betrays with wings of flame.

If the surface must be breached, if there is no other way,

Bring weapons against the urtok, and heed their screams.

She looked at Fenris and Varric with wide eyes. “Urtok means ‘dragon’, according to this. And ‘wings of flame’? That can only mean a dragon too, right? They knew before they breached the surface that there would be a dragon to contend with. How did they know that?”

“A good guess, maybe?” Varric said.

Hawke lifted an eyebrow. “But if they had never left the deep roads before, how could they even guess at what they’d find on the surface — and with enough accuracy to know they’d find a fire-breathing dragon?”

Fenris tapped her knee. “Perhaps they knew already of the archdemons, even if the First Blight had not yet happened.”

Her eyes grew even wider. “Shit. You’re right. Maker’s balls, I didn’t even — I never thought about the archdemons breathing fire underground. Do you think they breathe fire underground?”

“Probably,” Varric said.

She stared at him incredulously. “That’s insane.”

Fenris scoffed. “After everything we’ve seen, with the Titans and those ancient Sentinels at Mythal’s Temple and falling into the Fade, you think that a dragon breathing fire underground is insane?”

“I have to agree with the elf on this one,” Varric said.

Hawke burst out a laugh. “Listen to the two of you! Such grizzled and jaded men of the world! Maybe I’ve just retained my sense of childlike wonder.” Her smile widened. “Or maybe I’m just an idiot.”

Fenris tsked. “A very beautiful idiot,” he said, and he pinched her waist.

She squeaked in amusement and smacked his hand. “You certainly know how to flatter a girl. But really though, think about it: the entire history of this thaig, lost until now. And the Shaperate doesn’t know about it, or covered it up on purpose.”

Varric gave her a funny look. “Since when are you so preoccupied with dwarven history?”

“It’s not just dwarven history,” she said. “It’s… I don’t know.” She twisted her lips ruefully. “It’s rather fucked up how many people have lost such huge chunks of history, isn’t it? The dwarves, the elves… everyone who isn’t Chantry, really.”

“The Chantry is also unreliable with their history,” Fenris said. “They struck Shartan from the official Chant.”

She pulled a face. “Ugh, you’re right. That’s so fucked up, though. Everyone is so bloody casual with their histories. It’s so…” She trailed off with a frown, and Fenris eyed her with a pang of affection. Hawke was by no means the idiot she said herself to be, but it was unusual for her to get this pensive about history in particular. She tended to favour a happy-go-lucky focus on the present or the future, preferring to reserve her mental energy for discussions of magical theory instead of history.

She looked up at them with a little frown. “Even family histories or personal histories. There’s so much shit we can forget. I was named after a great-aunt or a grand-aunt or something, for example, but fuck knows who she even was anymore. Not that that’s any great loss of information, I don’t really care who I was named after. But at the same time, how can we say now what’s going to be important or not a hundred years from now?”

A rather melancholy silence ensued, which Fenris wasn’t sure how to break. He was starting to feel a bit melancholy and pensive himself. Hawke was right, after all; he, for instance, knew nothing more of his own family history than what Varania had told him at the Hanged Man several years ago. As he and Varania had never again contacted each other, it seemed that that was all Fenris would be fated to know.

“Oh balls,” Hawke said suddenly.

Fenris looked up to find her face crumpled in apology. She sidled closer to him and took his hand. “Oh, Fenris, I’m sorry. I’m being an ass, aren’t I, talking about this family history shit?”

“No, it’s…” He trailed off before he could say it was all right. His lost memories would never really be all right, but they were also no longer the gaping wound that they once were. “I’ve made my peace with my lack of history,” he said instead. “You know this.”

She winced. “I know, I just… ugh, I’m sorry.” She looped her hand through his elbow and hugged his arm. “I’m being so boring and mopey.”

Varric chuckled. “You really are. You and the elf here trading roles for a while?”

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” Fenris said dryly.

“It really isn’t,” Hawke chirped. “No one but Fenris can fill the role of ‘most gorgeous elf in Thedas’.”

Fenris eyed her chidingly. “It is impossible for you to fill that role. You’re not an elf.”

She widened her eyes playfully. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

Fenris huffed in amusement, and Varric chuckled as well before speaking. “Well, I can cheer things up a little. At least we don’t have to worry about losing any of our history.”

“What do you mean?” Hawke asked.

“I mean that we have a perfectly accurate and compelling historian right here.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Fenris chuckled, and Hawke barked out a bright little laugh. “You’re talking about yourself. Of course you are.”

Varric did a little bow from his seated position. “You can both thank me anytime.”

Fenris raised an eyebrow. “For what? Making Hawke a notorious Thedas-wide celebrity?”

“No!” Hawke retorted. “For painting me as a charming hero and not the complete fool that I am, of course!” She shifted over and hugged Varric around the neck.

He patted her back and smirked at Fenris. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll make you look good too in all of this Inquisition shit.”

Fenris sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose.”

Hawke smiled sweetly at Varric. “When you write about the Inquisition, can you put in the story about how Fenris and Sera almost knocked Krem out with a stale cookie when they were on the roof that one time?”

“No,” Fenris said hastily. “Absolutely not. That was an accident!”

Varric ignored him. “It’s already written down, don’t worry,” he said to Hawke.

Fenris grunted. “Then you ought to include the time that Hawke asked Bull to teach her to throw a proper punch and nearly sprained her wrist on his unarmoured chest.”

She laughed and poked his thigh. “Hey, that’s unfair! Bull’s tits are so hard they might as well be armour. Dorian should have warned me!”

Varric snickered. “Don’t worry, I’ve got that one written down as well.”

Hawke clicked her tongue. “Well, in that case, you have to include that time that you tried to gamble against Solas and lost so badly that he took mercy on you by not taking your coat and your boots.”

Fenris snorted, and Varric pulled a face. “Aw, now that’s just mean to bring that up,” he complained.

Hawke giggled. They continued to tease each other with favourite stories of the past, both recent and remote, and Fenris smiled to himself as he listened to their laughter and their tales. In the grand scheme of things, the ties between a human mage, a Tevinter elf and a surface dwarf were too humble to survive the fickle nature of history and time. Not all histories were important enough to be written in the pages of a Chantry tome or carved in lyrium into the walls of Orzammar, after all.

But as Fenris listened to Hawke and Varric laughing and exchanging tales and playful jabs just as they used to do ten years ago, he realized that even the most humble of histories could be infinitely precious.

#fenris #fenris fic #fenhawke #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #fenris/femhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris/f!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #fhawris #f!hawris #varric tethras #fenrynne #pikapeppa writes

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dokyeomini · 3 years

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Just wondering...what translation of tgcf are you reading? From your screenshots there seem to be a lot of structural errors in the text (like "Master Wind Master" and Xie Lian's pronouns changing, which is a common mtl thing). There is an absolutely fantastic translation by Suika and Rynn, I definitely recommend!

the one on readnovelfull (honestly picked at random lol) I'll check out that one tho thank u!!

#answered #anonymous #i got so sucked into the story that i haven't been tooo bothered tbh #it hasn't even occurred to me to look for a different translation 😅

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grumfield · 4 years

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Hello! Your 2ha softcover looks amazing- I'm in awe of how much formatting that must have taken. I was wondering if you could share how you manufactured it and maybe how much it might cost to do the same? Or if you had multiple copies and were open to possibly selling one? If not, no problem! Thank you :)

Hey! I’d be happy to tell you how I manufactured and made my 2ha book! I do have an extra copy that was a test run that’s riddled with spacing and formatting errors, but I will won’t be selling copies myself, given that the translation is free, among other things. (Luckily the cost to print on demand is really cheap) But I would be happy to tell you how I made it!

1. Rynn’s translation doesn’t allow for text copy/paste, so I had to take screenshots of all the pages, and then put them into an online OCR to scan the image and turn it into text. Then I had to look for errors in text and font, then had to format it into the book. This was the most painful process, and it took me around 2.5 weeks to make, working 5 hours a day on it, usually late at night, because of the high density of pages and words.

2. I opened up “Barnes and Noble Press”, and chose “make a personal book”. I then made sure my document was formatted correctly for the size (in this case, 5.5 x 8 inches). Luckily Barnes and Noble will give you detailed instructions on how to format the document correctly. The max page count is 800, which means my formatting had to be size 11 Garamond font, single spacing, 0.5 inch margins (and 0.75 on the inside left). I formatted correctly, then uploaded the document.

3. Barnes and Noble gives the option for a cover, and gives a template so you can make sure whatever you decide to do for the cover will show up in the right spot. Pretty self-explanatory. Since this was just for me the first time, I just chose a pretty picture I liked from the internet and made a cover with it.

Though, I am considering designing a bunch of covers with my own illustrations specifically for print on demand, probably 4, one for each book and then one for the entire massive brick that I’ll make when I make one giant book) and when I do, I’ll release them for those who might want them!

4. After your cover and such has been uploaded, it’s time to buy. The base cost for this size, paperback is $12.80 USD plus shipping. I’m not sure how much the other formats are, but this is how much I paid.

I hope this helps! If you or anyone else have further questions, let me know! Below I’ll show you more of what my book like, but I’m scratching out the cover since the art belongs to someone else!

EDIT: THIS IS NOT FOR PROFIT. THIS IS FOR PERSONAL USE. I’VE GOTTEN 3 ANONS CALLING ME OUT FOR “THEFT AND PROFIT” WHEN I HAVE STATED ABOVE THAT THIS IS JUST FOR ME. I WILL NOT BE SELLING THIS BECAUSE THIS TRANSLATION IS FREE, DONE BY RYNN. IT’S UNETHICAL TO DO SO. I SUFFER FROM BAD EYE STRAIN WHEN READING ON A PHONE SO I MADE THIS COPY TO MAKE IT EASIER ON MY EYES, AND WANTED TO PROVIDE INSTRUCTION FOR THOSE WHO MIGHT WANT TO DO SOMETHING SIMILAR.

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serpentinerose · 4 years

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hey! thank you for all your posts about 2ha, they are feeding me in this weird and not-great time. this is a stupid question, but I'm up-to-date on Rynn's amazing translation, and was wondering when Mo Ran 2.0 shows up? I keep seeing him referred to in posts/fics but I'm still confused about when the various Mo Rans happen. if you could clarify that would be awesome!

Hi anon! Thanks so much for the lovely comment! It is truly wonderful to have such great source material to get us through these tough times.

As for your question, if you are already caught up to Rynn’s translation, you have already met 2.0! The three Mo Rans as referred to in the fandom are as follows:

0.5, referring to Taxian-jun and all the events prior to the rebirth

1.0, referring to reborn Mo Ran from chapter 1 to the beginning of book 2 before the 5 years time skip

2.0, referring to Mozongshi, or the new-and-improved Mo Ran post time skip, starting around chapter 120. The distinction between this and 1.0 is because as you can see, the character has undergone tremendous change and developed a brain!

I hope this helps! Please don’t hesitate to ask other questions. I’d be glad to answer anything I can!

#2ha #mo ran #ask #2ha mild spoilers

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hotseok · 3 years

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sorry if you answered this before but where did you read tgcf? i found a couple of places to read it but they all made the text really hard to read on my phone so I was wondering if you knew of any good place to read it or if the text has been put together into a downloadble pdf or smth

here.. I'd personally recommend suika & rynn's translations.. I read it from them and the translation is high quality. but all the translators are under this page so you can choose which one you like 😊

#asks

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minnu · 6 years

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【Interview】Oima Yoshitoki’s『To Your Eternity』Part 2

Part 2 of that two-part interview! You can read a summary of the first part here

Again, this is just a summary of some info we learn about To Your Eternity from the interview! Please let me know if you see any mistakes!

You can read the full interview here (it’s in Japanese)

The interviewer asks if any characters or situations that appear in To Your Eternity are based off of real life. Oima says that, often times when she is thinking about challenges that are necessary for Fushi, situations of real life friends and family will come up. For example, drawing Pioran (Pyoran) made Oima think of her grandmother that had passed away. She says that she feels some guilt for having characters die in those ways. I think she also says something about creating Parona with the meaning of self-admonition against drawing themes like that for money...? But I am EXTREMELY unsure about that part so, as a reminder, take this whole summary with a grain of salt!!

I think Oima talks about the covers of each volume and explains that each cover depicts a character’s dream.

Volume 1 shows the boy traveling with Joaan (his dream was to leave his village)

Volume 2 shows March as an adult (she wanted to become an adult and expressed the desire to grow up quickly)

Volume 3 depicts Fushi’s dream, which is to live happily and peacefully with everyone

Volume 4 has Gugu, without his mask, protecting Rynn. (He wishes to live without wearing a mask and to protect the people he cares about)

Volume 5 depicts Hayase surrounded by Yanome soldiers and a baby (Hayase wanted to have Fushi’s child)

And this isn’t mentioned in the interview, but Volume 6 shows Tonari on the island that she dreamt about in that one chapter (She wished to leave the island with her friends)

The interviewer begins to talk about the mysterious letters that show up throughout the story. He explains that, based on what Pioran taught Fushi in volume 2, we can see that each letter corresponds to 50 sounds and is composed of a combination of vowels and consonants. I think Oima asks if it “feels disorderly”? and the interviewer says they thought that, but then considered it may be related somehow to Sign Language. They thought about this possibility because Oima drew A Silent Voice which deals with Sign Language. Oima then says “To be honest...[the letters] are completely unrelated [to Sign Language].”

They joke a little and the interviewer says, when you make a chart of the letters/their corresponding sounds and reread the story, you find a lot of new things. I think Oima then says something about how the person in charge of the font has beautiful handwriting? But from what I gather, someone writes the letters out and then makes them into a font to be put into the comic.

The interviewer points out that, on the back of the cover (in volume 1), there is a picture of the Boy and Joaan that says “So as not to forget” (”So I don’t forget”, “So no one forgets”?? idk a real, experienced translator could translate it way better, but hopefully you get the idea!)

「わ・す・れ・な・い・よ・う・に（忘れないように）」

The interviewer says these pages resemble the wall in the boys home and then says, because the number of people increase or decrease depending on the volume, could it be that this represents Fushi’s memories? Oima then says these are people Fushi doesn’t want to forget.

Oima says her favorite character to draw is March because she’s small enough to fit in every panel

In the “This Manga is Amazing” Poll 2018, a favorite scene was March’s face squished against the bars in the Yanome prison. Oima says she likes drawing children in small/confined places........

I think Oima says something about how she plans on showing Fushi’s growth over time and that, in volume 1, he gave off the feeling of an animal, even eating food out of March’s hand like an animal. The interviewer asks if Fushi’s behavior was difficult to express and she says it was at first. (I don’t really understand what she says after that, but I’ll come back to it later and see if I can understand it then haha)

I know she says something about how there are approximately 13 characters that are greatly effected by Fushi and that the original title (for these 13 people or for the series, I’m not sure) was 『13人の灰剣』(either “13 Ash Swords” or “Ash Swords of 13 People”? Again, I’m not sure bc I’m not very good at titles lmao) And she says more about this but I’m very lost;;;; Again, I’ll come back to it later and see if anything comes to mind

[T/N: When I read 『13人の灰剣』, I immediately remembered this picture of Fushi staring at colorful swords along with March. The text reads “He begins his journey with the warriors who illuminate his darkness” There are 11 swords in the picture, but including March and The Boy, it makes 13. So I wonder if this picture is foreshadowing that.... Sorry, I’m just rambling;;; and this ended up sounding silly///]

Oima’s closing comments: “I really like moles and crabs, so if you like, please pay attention!”

Again, sorry for any mistakes! I will look back at the interview later and see if there’s anything I can understand, but remember not to take my translation to seriously!! Hopefully someone more skilled (or even Kodansha) will translate this interview!!

#fumetsu no anata e #to you the immortal #to your eternity #shut up minni #mintrans

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lysrynn · 6 years

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An Introduction

Hello Everyone!

My name is Rynn and I spent about 3 years living in Japan. I moved there for visual kei music and style. I went to countless lives and have discovered many new bands while also falling out of love with some of my old favorites. But hey, that’s life.

I’ve been spending the last year and a half uploading videos on my yourube and instagram pages; both under the name lysrynn. I wanted to make something a little more interactive which I can use to communicate with people. Instagram doesnt feel as intimate as I would like, not can I use it to really share a lot of information. Youtube is great but sometimes I don’t want to make an entire video just to share one little detail or point. I wanted to start a blog, but it seems that a lot of blogging platforms have died...

So I decided to choose tumblr. Actually, I got my start on tumblr. In the sense that I began my obsession with visual kei here. When I first got into the scene, I was able to get a lot of good information about my favorite bands here. Years ago, I would rely on other great blogs who translated interviews, lyrics, and announcements for everyone. I loved that people so openly shared information with others and it really created a sense of community. I made friends on here who I could talk to about my favorite bands. Sometimes, I still wonder what happened to them...

But enough lamenting about the past days of Tumblr. I just like how easy it is to create and format posts.

So what is the point of this blog? Well, I wanted to have a place to share my thoughts, outfits, thoughts on music, album reviews, funny stories, etc in a way that isn’t always as time consuming as a video.

Anyway, stay tuned for more information. I have big plans for my videos and this blog. So stay tuned and feel free to chat with me about anything VK. I’m happy to talk about the thing I love the most.

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Cullavellan and Fenhawke pirate AU: Rowdy Rialto, Part 2

Chapter 10 of Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me is up on AO3! In which the cliffhanger from the previous chapter is resolved! 😂

Read the whole thing on AO3; it switches between everyone’s POV and is ~11k words long, so only the first section is here.

Beautiful art, as always, by my dreamgirl @schoute!!

- RYNNE -

Rynne pulled on her borrowed boots, then slipped carefully through the crowd toward the bar, excited to buy drinks for the first time at a pirate tavern. She knew Fenris had said to stay close, but she could hardly get into any trouble just by standing at the bar, especially not when he and Piper and Cullen were only about twenty paces away.

“Hello there. Haven’t seen you in these parts before,” a husky voice purred.

Rynne turned to find herself facing the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Her black hair was lush and wavy, and her body was lush and wavy too, and her heavy gold jewelry only served to highlight the warmth of her chestnut skin.

Rynne’s eyes widened. “You must be Queen Isabela! Piper told me all about you. It’s lovely to meet you. And, well, to look at you, if I’m being honest.” She curtsied, then gave Isabela a salacious once-over.

Isabela let out a throaty laugh. “Aren’t you a sweet thing?” she said. She took a step closer to Rynne. “Right you are, though. I’m Isabela. You’re a new member of Piper’s crew, hmm?”

“That’s right,” Rynne said proudly. “I’m the assistant surgeon. I was quite rubbish at everything else, I can tell you.”

Isabela laughed again, then propped a hand on her curvy hip. “We’ll see each other around, then. Piper and I often meet on the sea. Get in the odd scrap here or there, you know how it is.”

“You get into scraps with Piper?” Rynne said in surprise. “She said you two were friends.”

“We are,” Isabela said easily. “It’s all a friendly competition, you know? Honour among thieves is the best kind of honour.” She took a step back. “Well, I’ve got to go. Holler if you need anything, sweet thing. I like to keep the newcomers coming back for more.” She winked.

“Good,” Rynne said smoothly. “Because I can be very greedy.”

Isabela grinned, then turned and sashayed away. Rynne chuckled to herself, then continued on her path toward the bar.

She leaned over the bar and smiled at the bartender. “Pardon me!”

The bartender waved distractedly at her while simultaneously pouring three drinks with his free hand. “Be with you in a moment, sweetheart,” he called back.

She nodded, then settled back to wait. A minute later, a large and hairy hand appeared beside her on the bar.

She looked up at the equally large and hairy owner of the hand and smiled. “Hello there. Having a good evening?”

He smiled smarmily at her. “Better now that I’m looking at you, darling.”

A ripple of apprehension ran down her spine. She recognized that look on his face. She was more accustomed to seeing it on the faces of the richest and most smug noblemen in Kirkwall, but it translated the same way on the face of this beefy gentleman.

And on his two slightly-less-beefy friends who were looming just behind him.

She kept her smile in place and tilted her head. “That’s kind of you to say.” She looked pointedly at the bartender, but he was fully engaged in a conversation with one of the barmaids who was holding a tray of broken glass.

Then she jumped slightly as the beefy fellow spoke quietly into her ear. “You smell real nice, love. That some perfume you’re wearing?”

She swallowed hard to quell her disgust. “It is, in fact,” she said brightly. “I borrowed it from my friend, Mad Piper. Do you know of her?”

The beefy man leaned back and scowled, and one of his friends snorted. “The rabbit captain,” he said in an Orlesian accent.

“Careful,” the other friend said. “Mad Piper is… well, mad. And she’s friends with the Queen. We can’t piss ‘em off.”

Rynne smiled hopefully at the cautious man. “A wise one, you are,” she said. She blinked innocently at the beefy man, who was looming over her now with a rather unflattering glower. “Why don’t I just skip on over to her and find out where Mad Piper bought the perfume I’m wearing? Then you can buy a bottle for yourself. It might do you some good.”

The Orlesian man whistled, and the cautious one grimaced. The beefy man narrowed his eyes and took a step closer to her. “What did you say to me?”

Something stupid, Rynne thought sadly. It wasn’t much good adopting Piper’s bravado if she didn’t have the combat skills to back it up.

She smiled innocently at the beefy man. “I was simply agreeing with you. It’s a lovely perfume. I’ll find out where she got it and get back to you, shall I?” She swiftly darted under his arm and started to sneak through the crowd back to Piper’s table.

He grabbed her arm. “You’re not going anywhere, whore.”

Fuck, Rynne thought. Feigning innocence wasn’t working as she’d hoped it would. Looked like she would have to use Fenris’s approach.

She looked up at the beefy man. “Let me go. Now.”

He roughly pulled her closer. “And if I don’t?”

She narrowed her eyes and ignored her racing heart. “I’ll scream for Isabela. And she’ll kick you out of here and straight back to the ass-end of whatever backwater town you came from.”

The beefy man’s lip curled in anger, revealing a set of terrible broken teeth. Behind her, the Orlesian man laughed nastily. “Merde. She’s a feisty one, she is.”

The beefy man roughly tugged her arm, pulling her off balance so she stumbled into his malodorous body. “Yeah, she is. I ought to teach her a lesson.”

Fuck fuck fuck, Rynne thought. She carefully took a deep breath to control her panic. Her dagger was heavy at her back and waiting to be grabbed, but the Orlesian man was just behind her, and she didn’t think she could unsheathe the blade before he stopped her…

So she did the only thing she could think of. She jumped up and slammed the crown of her head into her assailant’s nose.

An instantaneous wave of pain rippled across the top of her skull. More importantly, her captor yelped in surprise and agony and released her arm. Heedless of the pain in her now-throbbing skull, Rynne bolted down the first corridor she saw, completely in the opposite direction of Piper’s table.

Stupid stupid stupid, she thought. But it was too late now to turn around; she could hear shouting behind her, that big stupid beefy man and his nasty Orlesian friend, and if she tried to go back to Piper’s table now, they’d certainly nab her before she made it.

She hurried through the halls looking for someplace to hide. She seemed to have found herself in the inn section of the lower level; it was quieter here, which helped her to hear if anyone was pursuing her, but the lack of people meant she couldn’t get lost in a crowd, which was unfortunate.

Even more unfortunate when she stumbled straight into the Orlesian man.

“Shit,” she blurted. Then she gasped as he shoved her back against the wall.

She reached behind her back, only to find her sheath empty. Then the Orlesian man held up her dagger. “Looking for this?” he said silkily.

Rynne wilted. “Son of a nug-fucking bitch,” she muttered.

The Orlesian man’s eyebrows rose, and he laughed and took a step closer to her. “Not the sweet little flower you seem, are you?” he said. He placed one hand on her hip and carefully laid the tip of her dagger against the base of her ribs, and a rash of goosebumps rippled over her skin — at the cold touch of metal on her midriff, certainly, but more from the horrible feel of his hand on her bare skin.

She bit the inside of her cheek. This was what Fenris had been talking about — unwanted hands on her body. She’d rather have a sword to her neck then this disgusting man’s hand on her skin.

He stroked her hip with his thumb, and she tried hard to hide her revulsion and gave him a frank look. “Listen. You seem like a reasonable sort of man. It rather makes me wonder why you’re following that other fellow around.”

He frowned. “Excuse me?”

She shrugged. “He just seems a candle short of a chandelier, if you catch my meaning. I’m a little bit surprised that you aren’t the one running the show. You’re certainly better-looking than he is.” She slid a suggestive look from his dirty Orlesian half-mask down to his faded silk trousers.

“You’re trying to trick me,” he accused. Despite his words, his frown lessened slightly, and so did the tip of his dagger in her side.

His hand was still on her hip, though. She blinked beguilingly. “I’m not. You truly are the better-looking one.” It wasn’t a lie, after all. A golem would be more handsome than that horrible beefy thug.

The Orlesian lifted his chin and gazed at her thoughtfully. Then she kneed him directly in the balls.

He grunted and doubled over, and Rynne shoved him away. But before she could dart around him, his hand snapped out and grabbed her wrist. “Putain de salope,” he hissed.

Rynne frantically twisted her arm, but his grip was painfully tight. “Let me go!” she shouted, to no avail; he pulled her toward him, and toward the dagger that was still clenched in his other hand.

She screamed and struggled more fitfully. Then the Orlesian man suddenly released her.

She stumbled back, then clapped her hands over her mouth in shock. Blood was spilling from a deep cut across the front of his windpipe — the kind of cut that Fenris said could kill a man slowly and painfully as he choked on his own blood.

“M-maker’s fucking balls,” she gasped.

“Hawke,” Fenris snapped.

She jumped in shock, then clutched her chest in relief as he stepped out of the shadows. “Fenris!” she squeaked. “Fuck, shit, fuck fuck, I didn’t mean to — they — I went the wrong way—”

He sheathed his own dagger, then stepped around the dying Orlesian and held out his hand. “Come,” he snapped. “Now.”

She gratefully grabbed his hand, then followed him as he ran silently through the halls. At one point he stopped short and held a finger to his lips, and Rynne bit her own lip; it was the beefy man’s voice.

“Louis better have fucking found them,” he said. His speech sounded oddly muffled. “That whore thinks her knife-eared pet can stop me? She’ll see what happens to bitches and elves who talk back to me.”

Hawke looked at Fenris in surprise. “Did you hit him?”

“Yes,” he gritted. “Not mortally, unfortunately. I did not wish to be thrown out of the Hanged Man before I found you.” He jerked his chin at the end of the hall. “Go,” he whispered. “In the back corner. Hide yourself in the shadows.”

She followed his directions, wishing that she wasn’t wearing such a brightly coloured skirt; it would be hard to hide, even in the shadows. She turned to face Fenris as he approached her. “What do we—”

He crowded her back into the corner and shielded her with his body. “Be quiet,” he muttered.

Rynne obeyed. She couldn’t talk even if she wanted to, because all of a sudden she couldn’t catch a breath. Fenris was close to her, so close that she could feel the heat of his skin where his faded tunic laid his chest bare, and the sheer nearness of his body was enough to stop her lungs from working.

Her heart was still pounding, but the beat felt different now: a flutter in her chest rather than a panicked rhythm. Fenris was closer to her than that nasty Orlesian man had been, but this was completely different. This was — Maker’s balls, this was Fenris, and he was so close to her, and if he was to put his hand on her hip, she definitely wouldn’t tell him to move it away.

He was utterly still as he peered sideways over his shoulder, and Rynne couldn’t stop staring at his neck. There was a light sheen of perspiration on his skin, and she was seized with a sudden urge – a very improper urge – to run her tongue along the twisting white lines on his throat and taste the salt of his skin.

She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes. If he didn’t step away from her soon, she was going to make a complete fucking fool of herself.

A moment later, the clumsy footsteps of two large men thundered closer. The beefy one was still drunkenly slurring threats about her. “If I get my hands on that little whore, I’ll teach ‘er a lesson. Don’t you doubt it.”

Fenris let out a soft growl of anger, and Rynne swallowed hard. She should probably still be scared, but Fenris’s rough little growl was making her feel things that were distinctly not fear-related.

“Come on, mate. She’s not worth it.” The cautious friend seemed to be trying for another go at logic. “If the Queen finds out—”

The beefy man snorted. “Fuck the Queen. She’s just some uppity Rivaini whore.”

There was the sound of a fleshy thump, then the cautious man spoke again. “Shut your bloody trap. You’ll get us thrown out of the city.”

The beefy man growled at his friend, but finally their voices moved away. Rynne and Fenris stayed silent for a moment longer until the hall was quiet once more.

Fenris released his breath. “What did I tell you?” he snapped.

She opened her eyes to find him glaring at her. He looked angrier than she’d ever seen, and for some reason, it made her want to melt into a besotted puddle on the floor.

“Um,” she said, very intelligently.

Thankfully, Fenris didn’t seem to be expecting an answer. “I told you to stay close,” he scolded. “And I told you to use that dagger if anyone failed to unhand you when you asked. Why didn’t you stab them? Any of them?”

She swallowed hard. His chest was heaving with angry breaths, and it was extremely distracting. “I-I… I was going to, but I…”

“Never hesitate,” Fenris said forcefully. “I told you that before. An enemy will smell your hesitation, and he will not fail to take advantage of it.” Suddenly he looked down at his chest.

Rynne looked down as well, and a rush of embarrassment heated her cheeks. Her hand seemed to have decided of its own volition to take hold of the gaping collar of his tunic, and her thumb was touching his chest.

His chest. Her thumb. She was touching his chest with her thumb. He was breathing hard and his eyes were on her face and she was staring at his lips, and – and his chest –

She grinned at him, then burst into giddy laughter. Whether it was relief or attraction or just the ridiculousness of the entire situation, Rynne couldn’t decide, but suddenly she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

“What is so funny?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” she gasped. “Absolutely nothing. I’m just an idiot.” Her fingers were still twisted in his tunic, and she boldly released the fabric to splay her hand on his exposed chest instead. “I think you should yell at me more when you’re training me. I feel like I’m really learning a lot right now.”

He grabbed her hand. “This is not a joke. Did you not see the look in their eyes? They had one thing in mind when they approached you. If I hadn’t spotted them attacking you—”

He broke off and clenched his jaw. Then Rynne realized that his hand was shaking.

Her giddiness abruptly faded into guilt. She took his hand in both of hers. “Fenris, I’m sorry. I meant to stab that huge nasty fellow, really I did, but I couldn’t have grabbed my dagger in time, and then that fucking Orlesian had it — really, that just seems unfair that he could take my dagger without me knowing. Is that allowed?”

“This is Rialto. Almost everything is allowed,” he retorted. He ran his free hand through his hair, then rubbed his mouth.

She laid one hand gently on his chest. “Hey, It’s all right. I’m fine. That one fellow got his comeuppance, and we’ll tell Isabela about the big burly one, and… and it’s no harm done, right?”

He peeled her hand away from his chest. “No harm done? This was an appallingly close call,” he snapped. “There could have been immense harm. You shouldn’t have…” He trailed off and scrubbed a hand through his hair, and Rynne tilted her head.

“Fenris, what’s the problem? All I did was go to the bar,” she said quietly. “It’s not my fault those men were such assholes.”

“I know that,” he growled.

“Then why are you so angry at me?” she asked.

He clenched his jaw again. “I am not — it is not your fault. It is just…” He breathed deeply through his nose, then shook his head. “This was too much of a risk. We should have remained on the ship.”

Rynne wilted in exasperation. “Fenris, everything has some element of risk. If I never took any risks, I’d never have left Kirkwall at all, and we wouldn’t even be here together.” She tilted her head coyly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad I’m here with you.”

He looked away from her and didn’t reply, and Rynne waited, hoping for him to say he was happy to be here with her too. When no such response was forthcoming, she pushed away her disappointment and blithely pressed on.

“So it’s risky leaving the ship,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s also risky being on the ship, as you said yourself. Everything is risky. So we’ll make it less risky.”

“How?” he grunted.

She shrugged. “Keep teaching me. Keep training me. I’ll get better, all right? I’ll work hard and I’ll get better at everything, then you won’t have to come rescuing me all the time. Don’t get me wrong, the rescuing is extremely appealing,” she winked at him, “but sooner or later it’s going to get tiresome for us both.”

He shook his head slightly and refused to look at her, so she took a tiny step closer to him. “Just teach me, Fenris. I’ll learn anything. I told you, I’m a fast learner.”

He finally looked at her, and a shiver of heat trickled down her throat. His eyes were so… so fucking green. And so intense.

And she was suddenly very aware that he was still holding her hand.

For a long, tense moment, she stared gormlessly at the endless forest green of his eyes. Then he broke the moment by releasing her hand and taking a step away from her.

“I am not afraid of taking risks, you know,” he said.

Rynne eyed him. His voice was suddenly very hard. “I didn’t say you were,” she said carefully.

“You didn’t need to,” he retorted. “I know you think I am overly cautious. That I take no joy in anything because of the risks involved.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think that, actually. I think that you think that about yourself, though, now that you’re saying it.”

He scowled at her, then folded his arms. An awkward moment later, he spoke again. “You wish to know what I enjoy doing in Rialto?”

She perked up. “Ooh, yes. I really do,” she said.

He scoffed and looked away. A moment later, he looked at her again, and Rynne beamed at him in relief.

His scowl was gone. He wasn’t mad anymore, then.

He dropped his hands to his sides and jerked his head down the hall. “Come on, then. This way.”

She happily hurried along beside him as he made his way toward the noisy main tavern. His hands were loose at his sides, and Rynne desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand again, but she got the sense that now wouldn’t be a good time. She’d just barely managed to coax him back into a decent mood, and she was loathe to ruin it by touching him when he didn’t want to be touched.

It was so hard not to touch him, though. Rynne was a very touchy-feely person, but the way she wanted to touch Fenris, and the way she wanted him to touch her in turn… She’d never felt this way about anyone before, and she didn’t know what to do about it, or if she even should do anything about it.

For the umpteenth time since her glorious accidental barge-in this morning, an image of Fenris’s beautiful half-naked body flashed through her mind. Imagine if he ever let her run her hands over that hard, sun-bronzed body of his. Imagine him running his own callused, sun-bronzed hands along her legs – legs that had never been touched by anyone before…

His fingers on my neck. Suddenly she remembered their training session that morning, and a roaring flash of heat warmed her belly and her cheeks. Maker’s balls, she really hadn’t been expecting him to touch her, and when his fingers traced across her throat like that –

Shut up, Rynne, she scolded herself. He hadn’t meant anything by it. He’d been trying to teach her self-defense, for fuck’s sake, nothing more.

She glanced at him, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her blushing. He shot her a brief sideways look, then raised one eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” she chirped. She pushed aside her shamelessly filthy thoughts. There was no point in fantasizing when she didn’t know if Fenris even liked her in the first place. Sometimes he was so thoughtful and attentive, and other times he was snapping at her like she was a complete fool. He’d spent the whole afternoon ignoring her, but the look on his face this morning when they were watching dolphins had made her want to kiss him.

Kissing, she thought ruefully. Yet another activity she didn’t know how to do.

Maybe Fenris could teach her how to do that someday.

She stifled the nervous laugh that was burbling at the back of her throat, then shoved her silly thoughts aside and followed him into the main room of the tavern. For now, she’d just enjoy whatever activity he had in store.

Read the rest on AO3; Piper’s POV is next!

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