Radiomonkeys

~Salvamakoto

An old saga I had in mind for the Yabanverse, which I've been trying to figure out where to put it. "Demonoid"

Sol Yulaan versus Colonel Günther Vocke in one of my personal favorite struggles in the Yabanverse. It's one of the least "wuxia,' instead taking up far more from 80s American action flicks. The arc with is styled after The World's Most Dangerous Game and the 1987 movie Predator, with a hypermasculine death struggle in the jungle.

Dutch-American mercenary Colonel Günther Vocke (a blatant expy of Captain Bennett from Commando) leads a right-wing paramilitary group, "Heaven's Devils", on Soley Island out in the Bahamas, where he gets to live his parafascistic fantasy of creating a warrior society (Liquid Snake & Big Boss would be proud). But every warrior needs a worthy opponent, and what opponent exists more worthy than a Yaban? In comes Sol Yulaan, a space monkey born literally for the express purpose of waging war.

Vocke is basically the bad guy in an 80s Schwarzenegger movie. He believes wholeheartedly in the needs of the warrior and laments the growing softness of the world. Hence why he founds Heaven's Devils and seeks to restart wars of national identify and give the warrior a new lease on life in a world gone soft.

Karaman Island is every tropical paradise populated by landmines and Green Berets meant as an era-typical Hollywood crypto-representation of Vietnam, complete with a fascist mercenarial militia training there. Vöcke is horrifically hypermasculine, believing in total gender apartheid and that men are warriors. Yulaan sees him as a worthy opponent.

Colonel Vöcke has a complicated relationship with Yulaan for the short time they know each other. Everything about Yulaan is everything he adores, but because of her sex, he despises her. Yulaan welcomes his hatred, as she knows it inspires greater hostility. Vöcke refuses to tolerate the idea of any female, woman or bolloi, possessing the manly, bellicose will of the Warrior Übermensch. He himself is a textbook misogynist, the very walking personification of a "He-Man Woman Hater," and he has his followers in the era (which is likely some point in the 1980s).

Colonel Vöcke is heavily inspired by Liquid Snake and Big Boss from the Metal Gear Solid series. He isn't a fascist per se, but he does believe in Titanist ideals despite never having heard of Titanism before (which is the highest irony considering Titanism is such a boilloi-centric philosophy on Kollidor).

It's an arc so sausage-flavored, so testosterone-driven, with only one lone nexcidium-driven female character breaking it up. There were no women for at least 300 miles. Just a bunch of sweaty muscly dudes with guns and knives facing off against the world's least feminine female barbarian Yaban-Saiyan in a desperate fight in a tropical jungle. She has a warrior's respect for Colonel Gunther that she knows is not reciprocated for, let's just say, two very obvious reasons. She bets if she were human, it would weigh on her more and possibly even drive her to "prove" herself to him. Alas, she's damned to only seeing these things through the lens of conflict alone.

It's a pretty bleak sort of arc in that sense, that the whole "theme" is nothing more than a boyish ego war played out in terms of ultraviolence, with the wrinkle that one side is female and the other side can't see past that fact alone, utterly refusing to see the context or even comprehend that, because she is a female of a very different species from human, many of the cultural and biological nuances are completely absent and she sees this fight much the same way he does: basically nothing more than two mad dogs going at it just to see who's got the bigger balls, even if one of them doesn't have balls. It's Vocke who gives it that sort of para-feminist undertone entirely unintentionally.

Possibly it'll go in a gamelit-style saga where Yulaan has a video game created set in the late 80s, as an extensive side mission arc, because the whole "ultra-masculine deathstruggle" already technically has been filled with the Planet Gorta arc.

But that's all deep in the future, so who knows.

@ishida1694

Monkey vs. Mazoku

Demonoid vs. Demon

Yaban vs. Shadow

Monkey Girl vs. Demon Boy

Yulaan vs. Yoshiya, in a fairly rugged and brutish martial arts fight between the two. As strong as Yoshiya is, Yulaan is stronger. But that's unfair because she's of a race literally built for combat. So you've got to give it to Yoshiya that he can stand up to her at all. Then again, Yoshiya is a yōkai of a martial clan of demons, so it's not an incredible surprise that he is capable.

Thinking of it that way, the Yabanverse when it stars these two is essentially Dragon Ball x YuYu Hakusho

@ishida1694

More Gosamyrs!

From top left to bottom right:

Hiro d'Leon Botan Devereaux Rukia Sauveterre Kasuka Bellerose

Again, considering the Yabanverse is no longer purely OC and Zarbon's race/Brenchians now can exist even in Universe 23, the point of the Gosamyrs is a bit reduced. But "turbo-80s kung fu elves" is fun, so I don't care, they're staying!

Generally the gist with their naming is "take Japanese first name and French surname, voila you have a Gosamyrian name."

"But how does that work? Why do France and Japan exist on Planet Sarrat?"

eats chips and lies

Bonus!

Enekai with differing levels of bioelectricity, looking exactly like a Hóuxiān monkey (猴仙) sometimes.

Drawn by MKUchiha and Salvamakoto

Enekai was the first Yaban character I created, both predating and building off my earlier (and technically later) OC, Romaine

I have no idea why Romaine got so popular back in 2017-2018 other than the popularity of edgy OCs and Caulifla. The story of Enekai and Romaine is funny, but the truncated version is that I created Enekai at some point in 2013 for an entirely different, entirely non-Dragon Ball related story

...and recycled the basic concept of this young girl/young woman who possessed inconceivable levels of electrotelekinetic power for a few years, right up into the first Xenoverse game where I decided to adapt Enekai into a Saiyan for fun and roleplaying profit. Then that version of Enekai bounced back and forth between being a Saiyan and an elf (for yet another, separate story)

The main thing noteworthy about Enekai being that, when she was fully power-charged, she had Super Saiyan Future Trunks' hair (a trait which some artists seemed to struggle to understand)

Just because of how stupid and wild it looked, I loved that hairstyle. And helping matters was, as I mentioned before, the realization that Super Saiyan hair (and possibly even regular Saiyan hair) was so spiky because of bioelectricity

Well, because that was Enekai's standard look, I was going to go all in on adapting her into the form of a Saiyan, and this tied into the proto-Yabanverse Dragon Ball fanfic I had of there being different "tribes" of Saiyan between the elite Jinbraljin, the commoner Patotajin, and the violent demonoid outcasts Mayasaijin, with Enekai being a hybrid of the latter two.

Well, about six months after that last commission with Enekai having extreme hair, another Saiyan was introduced. A Saiyan girl with the same hairstyle as Super Saiyan Future Trunks.

This presented a slight problem because now basically no matter what I did to say otherwise, any Enekai commission would easily be accused of being a typical recolor OC, so I decided to just roll with it and commission Caulifla, but now with muscles and Hiei's clothes

And also, just for fun, I commissioned Kale with her hair down

Because look at her! Actually r63 Z!Broly, and no one seemed to realize it at that particular moment in time.

(This seems to have been the start of Salvamakoto's commission career, unless I'm mistaken)

Well that was fun, but I eventually wanted to commission Enekai in full, but again I chickened out, and decided to revisit Hiei-lifla and make some "edgelord donut steel" adjustments, and voila, Romaine

Then, it was mid-December 2017 when I decided to drop all pretenses and just make the Yabanverse a thing

"I'll make my own Saiyans! With blackjack! And hookers!"

And I had Enekai right there, so I used her as the basis for the "Yabansaru-seijin".

@nolanthebiggestnerd

Enekai's design with the elf ears and weirdly ghoulish skin is a vestigial remnant of the very early Yabanverse, back when Yabans were just similar to Saiyans but actually spliced from alien monkeys and elves and Enekai herself was still very recently an elf herself IRL.

Enekai was a fine MC for the Yabanverse, but my sentiment on her soured after I created Yulaan because I became ever more aware that Enekai was literally r!63 Son Goku. Take just about every single trait of Goku, and then add boobs, and you have Enekai. So much so that I nicknamed her "Lady Wukong"

We already have Son Goku. He's called Son Goku, and he's a perfectly fine Son Goku. Yulaan the Skullcrushing battle-crazed monkey pipsqueak forced to live in whitebread suburbia at least seemed more unique in comparison.

"But isn't Yuta also Diet Goku?"

Zip it!

The Ido Yarboggesh, utilizing her unfathomable qigong to craft an amotsavya, aka a Dead God, aka a black hole, courtesy of TrollFeetWalker

(Amotsatvya is the Yaban word for "dead god" or "dead star")

This is the Dead Gods Society, those insane Yabans who worship and wish to cultivate dead gods across the cosmos just to marvel at their raw destructive power. Unlike the lifegiving stars, black holes only destroy. Everything about their existence is destruction incarnate.

From beyond the Thousand-Year Desert, this esoteric Yaban witch ranted and cultivated madness within her own mind across millennia, and from this mind sprouted such horrible realizations!

Because Yarboggesh's musings have a very Lovecraftian style to them, and yet she's not talking about Shoggoths. She spoke of satvyas. Gods. Stars. Satvya = star and god in the Yeren language.

We want to imagine what Lovecraftian horrors would look like. Yet we experience such a thing daily. It's called the Sun.

The Sun is a giant, godlike orb of plasma just... existing there. It has no shadow. It creates something that it literally cannot experience, like a 0 creating a 1. All things on Earth were born from it. Earth is its own stillborn child. It is incomprehensibly old— older than Earth. It will live an incomprehensibly long time. Indeed, when it dies, it will consume its own children. But that will not come for billions of years— an epoch so far away that ten thousand more civilizations could walk this Earth and every single one would have long faded into the mantle of the planet before the Sun even began to die.

Except it would not actually die, but rather undergo a metamorphosis into a form that will live for trillions upon trillions more years

Though it is a perfect sphere, it possesses tendrils and tentacles, formless and emergent of its power, which lash space-time itself. Even the smallest of these plasma tentacles is larger than Earth.

Its light and form is so powerful that all life in the its system was born from it, whether from the rays themselves or it allowed to exist beyond its form.

Its visage is so powerful that humans cannot directly stare at it for longer than a second before their eyes begin to decay and burn, its form burned into them. And even when they don't stare at it, merely standing in its power will cause their bodies to break down and destroy themselves.

Humans simply accept its existence and do everything they can to avoid gazing upon it at risk of permanent injury. Yet humans adore it. The natural human instinct is to see sunlight as holy, pleasant, warm, and almost motherly. Sunlight is good. Sunlight is natural. Humans possess a reverence for the Sun they literally cannot control, a reverence wrought by the Sun. Even rebellion against the Sun could not happen without the Sun.

And occasionally it screams, sometimes at Earth. And should it ever scream at a slightly louder pitch than normal, all of mankind's great modern abilities would instantly vanish.

Without the Sun, humans would perish. They exist solely in a quantum of ideal mercy which the Sun could, at any time, reverse through means humans still do not understand.

And yet for all its power and glory, the Sun is but the starspawn of another star that died— and the Sun itself is a deeply, profoundly insignificant speck in a vast, ever expanding universe filled with other entities of vastly greater power.

Some of which are also godlike orbs, except of such absurd and ultra-arcane power that they simultaneously exist as holes in understanding. Places where the wail of dying gods rips holes in existence itself and all understanding and logic break down so perfectly and completely as to cease all continuation with the universe, and these entities have horrible forms so dark that they consume all light— their strength so total that even the Eldritch gods themselves could not hope to fathom the darkness within. These dead gods of blackness so thick and absolute, simple contemplation of their form inspires madness.

That's the universe we live in. The difference between science and religion is tangible, repeatable evidence— but that does not preclude seeing the universe in the starlight of the bizarre. There's no reason mathematics and physics cannot also be occult runes detailing the horrors of the elder starspawn gods. Mathematicians and astrophysicists are the wizards of the modern age, writing and speaking in an arcane runic language begotten of the cosmos to peer beyond the ether into the realm of these savage gods. Just a tiny shift in perspective, and the stars become gods and demons of unfathomable power— the Sun being the Lord of Earth, uncaring and ancient, a god of light far beyond the powers of man.

This is how Yarboggesh the Solar Lord saw it. Why does Yulaan prance about in vantablack worshipping black holes? Because she follows this tradition. Also, "solar lord" is a bit of a misnomer since "solar" refers to our own star, Sol, but whatever.

Lifted from this classic Tumblr post:

By @Nion-Saiyan

ft. Yulaan, Kevelnege, Nion, and Gine

Various other images I've received, from various artists. Mostly just different expressions, a bit of qigong practicing, and other ideas.

MrGorkMorkov is the one who made the three that look like an indie game aesthetic, and Arcturus did the bottom right

A bonus image from way later:

Bottom two also feature Yulaan and her baby brother, Yuta

Yuta is a happy-go-lucky kid and a hybrid Getabaru-Yaban, so technically he's more her half-brother by human standards, though Yaban breeding is so odd that Yulaan doesn't really understand the concept; yenoi-born children are considered siblings, after all, and I don't even want to think about how that could possibly work.

Yuta is essentially my "Goku meets Gohan" sort of character; despite being a full-blooded Saiyan (in fact, a "super-Saiyan" (gosh, I've never used that term in such a context before) in that he's of the blood of two different subspecies of Saiyan), he's way closer to the temperament of the likes of the good boys of the Son family. He and his white hair is absolutely adorable, and his inclusion to Little Miss Savage helped give it the sort of "cartoon I'd watch" quality I felt I was missing.

A fellow of mine harassed me to the point I've begrudgingly accepted the obvious point of comparison that "raven-haired girl with bangs over her eyes and her white-haired happy-go-lucky brother" is so clearly similar to, so, courtesy of Parasomnico

"Sit down, monkey!" by Seacar14

Golmo is a Space Janny.

Golmo's job is to clean space junk caused by world, interstellar, and intergalactic wars as well as accidents and weapons tests so that these same races can continue mucking up the cosmos. Can't travel through outer space if a haze of debris tears your spaceships apart, after all. Some races are so foolish that they permanently ground themselves before they ever really manage to get to space via blowing up satellites and space shuttles, leaving low-planetary orbit untraversable. Space janitors, whether fleshy or cybernetic, allow these races to enjoy the wide expanses of space. A noble job for a less than noble Narakan dude who's just in it for the money.

Some manager with a quark-sized brain thought it to be a good idea to make his part-time partner a Yaban girl named Sol Yulaan. Because it's not ridiculous enough, Golmo learns that "Yulaan" means "Skullcrusher" in the Yeren language. That singularity-brained manager put a demon monkey named Skullcrusher on his ship. Why is she on his ship? As community service for mass murder. Like, "killed an entire planet with her fists" mass murder. Oh joys, goddammit. This manager's brain shrinks with every passing second. It's gone sub-Planck scale and is collapsing still to sizes unknown.

Golmo can barely get the 13-year-old Yulaan to sit still. She's just come up from massacring an entire planet of mercenaries, and her body's been left horribly battle-scarred and crippled. Yet in spite of her brutal injuries, she still forces herself to practice martial artistry.

As Yulaan herself said in response to a question of why she does this: "I was born. That means that someday, I will die. If I'm going to die, let me die in war."

All Yulaan cares about is war and ruination.

So why would you put a Demonoid on a ship dedicated to cleaning up the aftereffects of war and ruination?

Sol Yulaan pixel art gif designed by hidorE

"She looks like some generic background Saiyajin mook in a beat-em-up" Yulaan being a generic mook is kind of the point. It's impossible to make a protagonist of a story like this generic FOREVER, to be fair, but the inception of her being completely average to the point of looking like a nobody in a crowd was at least part of the inspiration— Yulaan's a glorified ascended mook to begin with, since she was just a tiny side character I created for the main story back in late 2019 that I just happened to get really invested in.

A Yaban Watches 2 Saiyans, courtesy of Salvamakoto

Yulaan watches more Dragon Ball. The inherent absurdity is not lost on her. But that's why she's doing it. Everyone told her she needed to watch Dragon Ball Z, referencing it the moment she arrived on Earth Prime. So here she is, watching the original Japanese airing. (And don't worry, Zillennial Americans, she does also see the cringily nostalgic FUNimation Ball Z)

What's interesting is that she actually prefers the other two major wuxia/kung fu fantasy shonen anime over Dragon Ball— Hokuto no Ken and Yu Yu Hakusho. Not that she doesn't like Dragon Ball. She just prefers the bloodier and gorier stuff. She's already a Saiyan, even if she's specifically a Yaban rather than a Getabaru like Kakarotto and Bejita.

On Friday after school, there is no fighting ring, and Yulaan instead decides to head over to Chale’s house to spend the weekend there, and the first thing they do after watching Toonami (especially FUNi Ball Z) is decide to head out to Blockbuster. They’re getting pizza, Mountain Dew, Doritos, the whole shebang, and then they’re going to raid Blockbuster. They have to stress to Yulaan they only mean that as slang; don’t actually steal stuff. Kevelnege will hold her to that.

Esmeralda wants to watch Toy Story, and she can do that in the living room while the boys get the upstairs room. Yulaan commits to memory to get her Toy Story; Yulaan herself wants to watch some old grindhouse and adult comedies like Master of the Flying Guillotine and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. But they have to go to Blockbuster first.

I think it finally dawned on me that LMS's first real arc (a slice of life arc within a slice of life story) is essentially made for a tiny handful of Zillennial manchildren geeks who:

Were reasonably young, preferably children between the years of 1997-2004

Indulged heavily in whitebread middle-class Anglo-American pop culture, especially for kids (e.g. Toonami, Pokémon, Blockbuster video, old school Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, pop punk, X-treme sports, etc.)

Are nostalgic enough to care

Aren't put off by the idea of sharing that indulgence in nostalgia with a mook villain archetype from an 80s Japanese children's show

Also enjoyed a particular slice of early internet history

Basically the RebelTaxi audience.

Human vs Saiyajin: Horatio vs Yulaan, courtesy of Salvamakoto

Taken directly from Hokuto no Ken, during Kenshiro's fistfight with Raoh.

Something of a follow-up to 

1965 Bering Sea, near Mekoryuk, Alaska

Sol Yulaan and a fellow sailor named Billy Davis have a nice, calm discussion about who was Western history's greatest war hero

Horatio in the back there doesn't think Yulaan is being considerate of Billy's opinion that Davy Crockett is better than Leonidas and Achilles. 

And don't worry, folks— Billy survives and the two settle their differences over alcohol (which does little for a Yaban but it'd be rude to not celebrate a good fight discussion).

Admittedly, Billy might've initially disregarded Yulaan for being a dame, and she may have had to politely remind him she's a bolloi, but it all worked out

On that trip through the northwest seas, Horatio is one of those men who gets tickled by the prospect of fighting Yulaan. But you see, especially in the 1960s, a male fighting a female in direct physical combat is utterly verboten— at least in public. Even with the arrival of Yabans on Earth, the idea of men fighting bollois just is not palatable despite the clear differences bollois present vs human women. And bollois, at least those well integrated into Earth culture, know better than to publicly challenge men to fights for a similar reason: the whole "men mustn't fight ladies" isn't just due to pure chivalry but also due to the potential humiliation and shame if a man were to lose. It's sort of a double standard: men can't let women win honestly because to be a man bested by a woman is to be utterly emasculated and seen as pathetic and weak, but a man can't let a woman lose because how dare a man strike a lady in battle! So best to just not let the two fight at all to avoid that contradiction— better for a man and a lady to do the other f-word with each other. And for bollois, who nevertheless still carry the form and tag of ladies for two, ahem, very obvious reasons, this can get frustrating seeing as their blood screams for battle and challenge. Hence why they do often fight in private instead, as for men interested, the sheer strength and ability of bollois is second to none, and said private battles don't carry the potential for social stigma or humiliation. These will likely never be televised until some future more liberal age comes to pass, and most people know these go down behind the walls of society, but at least at this point in time, few make a big deal out of it. It's a similar phenomenon to courtesans and prostitution when you think about, except for the obvious differences.