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Sun Wukong and Meihua from the game Black Myth Wukong! I redesigned her! I hope you like it!
Another presentation of an excerpt from my Webtoonππ
βHe was chaos. She was judgment.
When they finally met, even the heavens held their breath.
A preview from my upcoming webtoon β where war and desire walk hand in hand. βοΈβ¨β
βοΈβ¨ Something is coming.βΌοΈβ οΈ
A story about gods, demons, and what happens when hatred stumbles upon love.
After centuries of silence, the Monkey King crosses paths with the sister of his greatest enemy β a goddess forged from war and sarcasm.
Iβm creating a webtoon.
And itβs not a story about good or evil.
Itβs about what happens when even the coldest heartβ¦ starts to beat again.
π₯ Coming soon.
βBetween heaven and hell, there lies a battlefield called destiny.β
When the Monkey King was condemned by the very gods he defied, he swore never to kneel again β not to the heavens, not to love.
But the universe is cruel to those who make promises.
She appeared as a reminder of everything he despised:
a goddess, the sister of the man who hunted him, made of steel and arrogance.
And yet⦠there was something in her that set fire to the silence within him.
Between provocations, battles, and glances that burn hotter than celestial flames, hatred begins to blur with desire β and fate, to take its revenge on them both.
Because even gods can fall.
And sometimesβ¦ love is just another form of war. βοΈβ€οΈ
In addition to them, the much-loved Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing!
Sun Wukong from Journey to the west the demons strike Back in Manhwa style!
β¨ Meihua limped, her injured leg slowing her down. Stubborn as ever, she struggled when Wukong picked her up in his human form.
βLet me go, stupid monkey! I can walk!β π―οΈ
His eyes burned with fury.
βNo! Youβll only slow us down, you idiot goddess!β β‘
Yet his grip was steady, refusing to let her fall.
Moments later, in his true form, Wukong carried her on his back.
βWhy did I accept thisβ¦ itβs humiliatingβ¦β π
βIf you fall, I wonβt pick you up again!β he growled. ππ₯
But the strength of his hold whispered otherwise. π€
Meihua: @meihuashen
Mia: @moon-lotus
Huiyin: @strawberrypincushion
Blondie wukong: @rain-strive
Suklha: @miifu666
I bestow upon thee, the gift. No but jokes aside, ive been having very bad art block so i thought I'd do sketches of some ocs. Sorry if i got their designs wrong or if its not as detailed. I hope i made them look ok at the very least!!
IβM JUMPING! IβM SEEING THE END OF THE UNIVERSE π AND ITβS BEAUTIFUL
βIrritated by monkeys, or maybe just by this one?β πβ€οΈ
Okay, this enemies to lovers vibe will last for a long time... and everyone knows that enemies to lovers is perfect π
ππ₯ This is my full version of Sun Wukong β wilder, more aggressive.
When he leaves a battle, itβs as if his fur is soaked red with his enemiesβ blood. A living storm. An untamed god.
βBeneath the Snow, the Kingβ βοΈπππΈ
The forest was silent, wrapped in a soft white veil. Snowflakes drifted gently from the sky, landing on pine branches and melting against Meihuaβs warm skin. In her hands, she held fragile blossoms β a small defiance against the cold.
Her blue eyes shimmered with ancient memories, a single tear tracing down her cheek. This forest, this quietβ¦ it felt heavy with everything she had lived β and everything she had lost.
β βYou gonna cry until those flowers freeze?β β a gruff, mocking voice cut through the silence. β βOr are you giving me one?β
Wukong, in his original form β wild, untamed, radiating danger β stood behind her. His red headband burned against the pale world around them, eyes glowing with mischief and something deeper.
Without waiting, he pulled her close, his strong, furred arm wrapping around her waist. Meihua gasped, startled, feeling his warmth press against her back.
β βWukongβ¦?β she whispered, her grip on the flowers trembling.
β βItβs cold,β he muttered shamelessly, resting his head on her shoulder like it belonged there. β βAnd youβre hot as hell.β π₯π
She tried to hold back the blush creeping up her cheeks β and failed. His body radiated heat, as if the winter itself bent around him.
β βYou could just wear a coat,β she mumbled, barely managing to sound composed.
β βI could,β he smirked. β βBut then I wouldnβt have an excuse to touch you.β
Silence fell again β but this time, it was charged with something else. She leaned her head against his chest, still clutching the flowers. The tears hadnβt stopped, but they no longer fell from pain.
β βYou always show up when Iβm about to fall apart,β she murmured.
β βAnd you always let me stay,β he replied, pulling her even closer.
The snow kept falling.
But between them, winter felt a little less cruel. βοΈππ
This was Meihua and Wukongβs first encounter! ππ₯
Well, everyone knows that this Wukong from the movie Journey to the West: The Demons Strike Back is a wild one β super aggressive! π€π₯
And he wasnβt any different with Meihua! ππ
But over timeβ¦ he gets a little more soft. ππΎ
πβ‘ Sun Wukong β The King Heaven Couldnβt Cage β‘π
Sun Wukong, the Monkey King β as wild as the sky before a storm.
Born from chaos. Sharpened by pride.
He laughs at gods, defies the laws⦠and still, carries something broken within.
βοΈ Impulsive. Vain. Powerful.
But in the silence of his prison, he forgot time.
In freedom, he struggles to remember who he truly is.
πΈ Then she came.
Meihua.
For the first time, someone saw him β not as a threat, not as a legend.
But as a man.
And that shook him more than any battle.
He says he doesnβt care.
But listens to every word she says.
He teases.
But never truly wounds.
β―οΈ A being made of light and shadow.
Chaos and loyalty.
Maybe heβll never admit itβ¦
But she is the first silence heβs ever truly heard.
πΈπ First Encounter β Wukongβs POV πΈ
She smiled.
Not like a maiden.
Not like a warrior.
But like something in between heaven and earth.
Something dangerous⦠and absurdly beautiful.
The wind caught a loose strand of her ink-black hair, and for a second β just one β I forgot she was about to cut me in half.
β βGonna run, Monkey King?β β her voice was low, almost playful.
She spun her blade with the grace of someone holding a feather,
but by the gods⦠I could feel the weight that sword carried.
Iβve faced heavenly generals, demons with a thousand eyes, dragons made of flame.
But there, under the golden light, between trees and forest secretsβ¦
That was the first time my heart hesitated before the leap.
The problem?
I wanted to see how far sheβd go.
I wanted to test that spark in her eyes β the one that said βI fear nothing. Not even you.β
I wanted to provoke her, to see if she hated meβ¦
or if I was just a challenge waiting to be conquered.
And that smile.
That damn smile.
Arrogant.
Serene.
Lethal.
Maybe I laughed before striking.
Maybe I fell just a little, right there, before the fight even began.
And maybe β just maybe β
β¦I already knew this wasnβt the end of the battle.
It was the beginning of something much, much greater.
