When The Scumbag Shou Becomes The White MoonlightCh12 - Author’s Note

Heyyyy, you’ve made it to the end! As usual, we have our end of story author’s note with the general idea behind this story, my thoughts about it, etc. However, this one is rather long because I have a ton to say, therefore I’m creating headings in bold for each of the parts. If you’re interested in reading any of this, feel free to pick whichever section you’d like.

How did SSBWM start and what are the important concepts I focus on? kGZRMQ

The first BL I read was “Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil”: a well-known quick transmigration light novel (which I would recommend if you haven’t read it yet). Since then I’ve branched out quite a bit however, I’ve always enjoyed the quick transmigration trope with a transmigrator moving from world to world with the help of their system and the numerous variations the trope has. Sometimes the main character is a pure, weak flower, at other times they’re vicious and cunning. Sometimes they’re human, sometimes they’re not. Sometimes they know the male lead from their past, sometimes they’re new lovers.

There’s so many variations and at some point I found myself coming up with my own. SSBWM is basically one such variation: except that it doesn’t quite focus on the transmigration. Instead, I explore a concept I’ve always wondered about. What about the original world? Most quick transmigration stories brush over the main character’s original family if they mention them at all. This sometimes bothers me since I, personally, am rather close to my family. If someone was magically transported to another world I feel like they’d rationally feel more than a little homesick.

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Therefore, I have a setup where a quick transmigrator returns to their old world. Furthermore, I have Arsh, to try to highlight the familial bonds we often just forget about. I’m not sure I completely pulled it off, Arsh and Armen were probably a bit too calm and accepting of this whole thing. True there were tears and emotional scenes but…oh well, I tried.

Another concept I focused on was the main character’s personality. Instead of making Armen a perfectly pure white flower or abnormally vicious and cunning I tried to make him more human. He used to be a normal person, as normal as a nature-crazy photographer can be. Then he becomes a transmigrator and as he learns to adapt, he changes: becoming more disconnected and less affected by the world around him. Furthermore, he makes mistakes. He hurts both his brother and Raian and he’s neither perfect nor are his actions all correct or justified. I’m not sure I completely pulled this one off either but, once again, I tried. a8L3Cr

Where did my title come from/another source of inspiration for this story:

Before I started writing, I’d just been reading either “After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me” or “The Male Lead’s White Moonlight is Attracted to Me” or some such similarly titled novel. So, I decided to create my own novel with such a title where the story exactly follows the title.

In SSBWM, the “scumbag shou” is his male lead’s (Raian’s) “white moonlight” or first love that he’s never forgotten. It’s exactly as the title says, plus it plays around with the concepts of a white moonlight, scumbag, shou, etc.

How did I start writing BL stories and how do I do it?

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Generally, I write stories in two ways. Either I come up with a really satisfying scene or a really satisfying premise. By satisfying I mean there’s usually a revelation about the main character: for example, maybe they turn out to be the final boss all along or they have a secret identity that’s revealed. It’s usually the scene that would be my favorite in a light novel. I actually have an example below of a scene that popped into my head a while ago.

Aside from this, my inspiration came from another place. I actually met an online friend who turned out to be an actual real-life shou going through a romance of his own. I began to write about him and from there I managed to create my own stories.

If you’re interested in writing your own stories and you’d like advice let me know, just comment below or something. It’s not like I’m published or anything but if you’re reading this it means you like my writing so just throwing this out as a possibility. LMCt1d

Example of a scene that popped into my head titled “Reverse Summoned”:

Four people stand in a dark cave. Three of them are covered in dark robes and they stand in a triangular formation with an arm outstretched. The fourth person stands to the side, clad in a crisp, clean, black suit and tie. His facial features are sharp and proud, his skin the tone of light milk chocolate: handsome is the only word that can describe him. His eyes are dark, exuding a fierce pressure as he stares at the three people standing in the formation. A moment later, a blazing golden glow lights up in the center of the formation, forming a circle perfectly in the center. The man in the suit watches the proceedings intently, squinting in an effort to keep watching as the light blazes. Finally, it starts to die down.

“Did it work?” The man asks, his voice concealing a hardly audible tremor.

As if in response, someone coughs before groaning loudly. Everyone’s eyes shoot towards the sound and they see a cloaked figure rolling over in the center of the formation. js9b5

“Owwww, my back…” the figure groans. His – because it sounds like a man’s – voice is sultry, with a hint of laziness or sexiness. Suddenly, there’s a rapid squeaking and a pure white mongoose crawls out of the man’s hood.

“Oh, hey Arthur, what’s up?” The man asks. In response, the mongoose furiously squeaks while clambering onto his face.

“You know I can’t understand a word you’re saying right…hey, don’t stick your foot in my nostril!” The man slowly pushes himself up, auburn curls spilling out of his hood, covering most of his face in shadow. The figure glances around the room.

“What’s this? A summoning, seriously? What is it this time? You need a hero or-” The man suddenly stops speaking as he spots the suited man at the side. His eyes widen and he simply stares. The suited man wrinkles his brow at the open gaze and steps forward. yYCz87

“Who are you?” His voice is cold and sharp, easily enough to send shivers down the backs of the strongest of men. However, the hooded fellow simply steps forward, slowly as if dream walking.

“Where’s my brother?” The suited man asks again, turning to the hooded figures conducting the ceremony for an explanation. Just as they’re about to speak, the summoned fellow speaks first.

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“Here.” The suited man’s gaze turns back to him. “What?”

The summoned figure throws off his hood. “It’s me.” wR2ddH

The suited man’s eyes scan the unfamiliar man’s face, taking in the curly auburn hair, those familiar hazel eyes, that petite nose paired with those full lips. Slowly his eyes widen and the perpetually stony-faced business mogul opens his mouth for once, at a loss for words.

“It’s me. It’s me, brother.” The summoned fellow-Arek replies, his voice cracking on the last syllable. The suited man stares at him for a moment, then he opens his mouth.

“How are you…like this?”

“It’s been eight years.” The suited man furrows his brows. lsJ4n3

“It’s been eight months.” They stare at each other, then Arek bursts into laughter, wild and unrestrained yet humorless. Meanwhile, the suited man’s brow furrows deeper and deeper.

“Haah…haah…so, it’s just been eight months here.” Arek says, panting. “Isn’t that great? Ha!”

More about the scene above: 

The scene is from the middle of an ongoing story I am working on titled “Young Master”. The story is currently at 29 chapters posted on Scribble Hub. I have no plans of moving it onto Chrysanthemum Garden until I write a bit more and figure out when I plan on finishing it (I do plan on eventually finishing though but it’s looking like it may eventually reach almost 100 chapters). ksZBVR

The scene came to me one day as most of my scenes do and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I actually intended to start my story with it yet it somehow worked out such that the scene occurs somewhere in the middle.

Short stories vs. Long:

I want to write a long story, that’s what I’m trying to do with “Young Master”. However, short stories are just so much easier! You don’t need a major time or emotional commitment for short stories. Just bust out the ideas as they come. That’s what I do. Each of my short stories is generally fulfilling my desire for a scene or plot I desperately want to see written. But long is so much harder…anyway, I’m trying to write a longer piece with “Young Master” so wish me luck!

What now? jpGx23

Now that I’m done with SSBWM and my life is back to being busy with the quarantine over, I probably won’t be writing as frequently as I was a couple of months ago with “You Are My Protagonist”, “Dragon’s Pearl”, and “Winter’s Spring”. I’ll probably focus on busting out chapters for “Young Master” and once I eventually finish or get close to finishing it I may bring it over to CG. If I have the important ingredient called time, I may also release a few one-shots or short stories here and there as the plots jump into my head but that’s looking rather unlikely. Anway, that’s about it for this massive status update, if you made it to this point thanks for reading all the way to here!

PS. I know I also have my unfinished story “You Are My Protagonist” on hiatus. I have not forgotten about it and I have ideas for what to do next. I just haven’t brought myself to write it. Sigh…what can I do, there are so many other good story ideas to write! Ah procrastination, my eternal foe…