#and if the characters your writing are idiots LOOKS AT WUKONG

[cloud-somersault]

I couldn’t fit it all in a simple comment so I’ll write it out here. This is in regards to your most recent post about chapter 4.

Something that’s incredibly natural about emotional and relational issues is that they are a constant nagging thing. The fact that these two are going to bring up similar things time and time again is actually very realistic. Because they haven’t SOLVED anything yet. So the angst, regardless if we’ve seen it before, is going to be reoccurring! I totally understand what it’s like to feel like you’ve literally beaten something dead in a story with how much it’s brought up. But it’s only natural that characters who have been deeply hurt are going to bring it back up. People are always going to feel shame and regret for the terrible things they’ve done, and it is always going to come back. Same with hatred and anger. I promise you, from a writing standpoint, it is going to feel weird and nonsensical to constantly bring it up, but it is necessary to move the story a long! And you’re doing an amazing job at it!

Sometimes, in life and in writing, we’re going to feel like we’re walking through mud. So it’s a-okay if the chapter feels like this too, I promise it’ll work out(we are always our worst critics). :]

AWWW THIS IS SO SWEET!!! And it's all completely true LMFAO Though there is some back and forth (🤮) in chapter 4, it's more that...I've edited this fic so many times and reread it over and over trying to get the pacing/tone/dialogue down that the emotional high and low points do not impact me anymore, so I'm unsure if they're going to be effective.

But there's definitely some of that go-around of hashing things out...and I was unsure about that too, and you're right that it's natural and all the EMOTIONS that come with that are very pointed. But then I'm worried about pacing -- that things are "solved" too quickly AUGHGHEHRHGHG

I know it's not as bad as I'm making it out to be. It's just that this is the next-to-last chapter of the fic. 5 is technically the last chapter, and I'm still holding plot points in my hands unsure of where they should go. I'm having to move things around because chapters 2+3 were supposed to be ONE but then that pushed things over into chapter 4. which pushed things over into chapter 5. and it's a whole mess ughggh

i don't like to complain about the process, and I shouldn't do it on a nice ask like this JFFJJ but damn...I dunno, in the morning this'll all be embarrassing but holy shit, I just want this to be SATISFYING. I want it to end and be like "Ah, that was a good fic. From start to finish, I enjoyed it."

That's what I want. 😔

#ask #THANK YOU though it's a good reminder that if i circle back around to things that's natural #guhgh especially when heavy dialogue is involved #and if the characters your writing are idiots LOOKS AT WUKONG #then it's harder but...yeah #wish i could just throw the wip of chapter 4 out and then like...get feedback #the sad thing is that it's mostly DONE i have like...3 more scenes to write #so that's where this doubt is coming from #i always doubt myself the closer i get tofinishing something

[olinblogin]

Hello! If the request are open, may I ask for a Yan Wukong x Fem Reader x Yan Macaque (romantically) where Reader tries to avoid them to have a time for herself or being with her own friends? I just imagine those two monkeys being the clingy and jealous cats they are XD

Thank you so much! ♡♡♡

Of course! Thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

YAN!SUN WUKONG X FEM!READER X YAN!MACAQUE

TW/CW; mentions of alcohol/drinking, slight for, vomiting (because of alcohol), very minor character death

Clicking open the lock to your bedroom window, you took one last glance back at the two simians splayed in your bed; both clutching pillows you’d put in your place. You were thankful for those house canceling earmuffs you got for Macaque…

If not for them, he’d certainly have caught you trying to sneak out by now and dragged you back under the covers.

But you weren’t going to let that happen… you’d waited for too long to go out clubbing with your friends again. Carefully ducking under the window you’d opened, you shuffled out onto the sidewalk and carefully shut the window back.

You grabbed your bag off the ground and made your way down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the concrete rapidly as you made your way to the club.

Finally making your way there you squinted at the fluorescent lights that displayed the name; “The June Joint”.

You opened the door and were met with the scent of what you could only assume was a mix of BO, alcohol, and fruity vapes. You got over it soon when you saw your friends, rushing over to them and saying your hellos. It soon progressed to you all dancing drunkly on the dance floor… you couldn’t even hear the song playing; let alone if they were playing one at all.

You’d promised yourself you’d only have one drink tonight, but that one drink soon turned into two, and a few shots. Feeling a bit queasy you wobbled your way to the bar to get ahold of yourself. The were playing ‘Copacabana’ and as much as you wanted to dance right now, a migraine was starting to form at a splitting pace.

You fished your phone out of your bra, immediately sobering up in horror when you read the notifications… 13 missed calls, 57 unread messages.

“Oh, shit.” You scrambled to the entrance of the club; only to be dragged back by a clammy hand. “C’mon pretty girl, no need to rush… come dance with me and my guys and we’ll give you something worthwhile..” the man slurred. With a grimace you tried to take your arm back… but he had a real good grip.

“I’m sorry… I’d love to. But I’m taken, I need to get home too.” And at those words it almost seemed like it summoned two other men, tatted out and brooding. “He doesn’t gotta know. Besides I’m sure I can give you so much more than a shrimp-dick that you’re dati—“

CRACK…

His clammy hand fell from your arm as you stared down at the crumpled figure in horror, silence wafted over the club before screams rang out. You noticed a familiar staff end cascaded with golden clouds embroidered into it. uh oh..

Amidst the chaos you were tugged back by another hand, craning your neck to see Macaque holding you close and glowering at Wukong, who was beating the corpse of the man who dared to touch you to a bloody pull.

“That idiot… he could’ve gotten that disgusting man’s blood on you.” Macaque snarled lowly as he lay his head on top of yours, waiting for Wukong to finish beating the hell out of an already dead man.

When finished, Wukong looked back at you while slightly panting from exertion… “[Y/N]! What the hell were you doing out without us?! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Before you could reply you felt the floor below you vanish; falling through on of Macaque’s shadow portals and back to your house. Still having alcohol in your system, that definitely didn’t work in your favor.

They were both about to scold you when they watched you scramble to the bathroom and hurl into the toilet. Wukong and Macaque looked at each other with their ears flattened, both immediately going to your side on the bathroom floor. Wukong held your hair back for you and Macaque rubbed your back while you emptied the contents of your stomach.

It felt like hours until you’d finally come to a halt, leaning back against the bathtub while Macaque whipped your mouth and readied a toothbrush. “I’m so sorry… I should’ve known you’d get sick when we went through my shadows. Can you ever forgive me, Starlight?” Macaque asked quietly as he carefully brushed your teeth for you.

Wukong soon came back with armfuls of food. Sitting down by your side he sifted through the foods. “Wukong what the hell is all this?! She needs something light! Like toast or crackers!” Macaque scolded as Wukong’s tail flicked with panic. “I-I didn’t know what to get her— you’re the one who knows stuff about nutrition and stuff!” Wukong shoveled everything back I to his arms and scurried to the kitchen once again.

Wukong scrambled back in with some crackers and water for you. Whatever they were angry about earlier they’d completely forgotten about when you’d gotten sick.

“Are you feeling any better, Sunshine?” Wukong asked as his tail curled around your leg. “Not really… the. Crackers are helping, though.” You mumbled hoarsely.

“Well at least it’s helping..” Macaque muttered, carefully scooping you up and laying you in the bed, pulling the covers over you and getting a bucket just in case. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything? Snacks? Drinks? Kisses?” Wukong asked frantically, sitting at the edge of the bed by your side. “No.. it’s okay. I just wanna sleep off this migraine, please.”

Wukong nodded and shuffled to snuggle into your arms, Macaque snuggling up behind you as you lay sandwiched between them both.

“Good night, [Y/N],”

#lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #yandere #shadowpeach #femme reader #character x reader #x character #polyamory #minor character death

[journeytothewest-daily]

New volume! Thanks for keeping on! I took some notes for chapter 26!

Wukong (no more Wade Giles uwu) demands that Tripitaka receive his three meals and six teas every day. That's not bad for a mendicant ascetic! I'd quite like to be guaranteed that, hahaha! There's a typo calling him the Tank Monk later in the chapter, very funny.

It's funny how reading Pinyin, which is all anyone uses now, feels unusual, while individual trees having names like Long-life grass of reverted cinnabar seems normal. You can really get used to anything.

I was quite surprised that the immortals are described as youngish-looking! We usually imagine a Greek philosopher-looking sage here, but even Plato was a virile, hairy wrestler once, I suppose! They always carry around gourds with stuff in them; I've seen the like in movies, but were they ever made of gourds, do you think? Pumpkins weren't around in Tang times, at least I think not.

Is Eight Rules and Idiot the same character? The switching between in the same paragraph seems to go against best writing advice, but I daresay I'll not write anything that will survive 500 years! Incidentally, he quotes a saying "put on the cap to increase riches." Is that a real saying or did he misunderstand something comedically?

There are several beautiful poems about specific natural sites here, and I wondered where Chinese people would learn these. Would they have to read them? Are they carved into stones near these rivers and mountains? Is poetry a part of the curriculum? Accented Cinema on youtube said poetry is a large part of Chinese culture, and I'm jealous. We all disliked it in Norwegian class :(

These supposedly rural and simple immortals have jade tea cups and wine goblets! That sounds nice! They should redistribute them to me! Hahaha! They have eternal life, after all, and isn't time worth at least as much as money?

Also, shout-out to the peach thief! Can't believe we got another peach thief here!

1. Same! I too struggle with having that many meals and teas (no money). To be a Tang Monk...

2. About the looking young thing, East Asians have a gene whose name I've forgotten that makes them mature more slowly than other ethnicities. My biologist s/o will kill me if he knew I've forgotten the name. So yeah, in my fantasy or historical despictions even of older people, they won't have many wrinkles (in others do). Remember that Taoism is about prolonging your life, so it's only normal that saints are young looking, while in the West ™ our idea of wise and saintly is Plato, Saint Patrick, etc.

3. I think that the only original to Asia gourd is the Wax Gourd, so they might have been using that.

4. Yes, Idiot and Zhu Bajie are the same and I too dislike a bit the constant change of name. I looked up the saying in English but couldn't find anything, and my chinese isn't good enough to try to translate it back into Chinese and look it up. I know that some of you are reading the OG Chinese book, could you tell us if it's a real saying?

5. Poems are very important in all cultures I'd say, and of course also in China. People who got an education in the past not only had to learn how to write poems but also to learn them from memory. For the imperial exams you were examined on your poetry. I think normal people like you and me in China would have learnt them from memory when a passing singer said them and retained. People used to work their brains more in the past, methinks. If you cared for poetry and you were a peasant, you'd try to memorize it and say it to others so you weren't a base man, but an intelligent peasant, closer to heavens because poetry comes from heaven etc.

5. It's only normal that immortals have jade things :) Maybe they lack in other commodities, but would you rather have a precious jade cup or ten IKEA mugs? I am sure they didn't even buy it, but they just sprung out of thin air in their house when they became immortals.

Thank you for your analysis :)

[sketching-shark]

People get mad at me whenever I point out how kinda suckish Wukong is as a person. Saying that I don't understand his trauma or his pain and that he's trying. But like, I understand Wukong might be going through some shit, but his pain doesn't excuse him causing pain to others.

And it's not like those who criticize Wukong are pulling stuff from their ass. It's repeatedly illustrated in the show by the writers that everyone in Wukong's past who is still alive hates him because of the pain he caused them. Because of his mistakes. His decisions. His recklessness. They touch on this A LOT. They have Mei outright say it in S3.

"Don't you realize you're hurting the people who care about you the most?!" Story of Wukong's life, apparently. Macaque, the Brotherhood, MK, Mei. All suffered through extreme trauma because of Wukong. Azure Lion and Macaque get literal PTSD just from seeing MK act/look like Wukong.

Not to say Wukong is a bad person morally, but he's like a ticking time bomb. You can chuck it at the enemy, but it can just as easily blow up in your face as well.

Monkie Kid spoilers + me grumbling and being mean to a monkey on main below

SSSSSSIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHH yea anon you've definitely hit the nail on their being frankly enormous amounts of whiplash in Monkie Kid canon and fanon at this point in terms of the plot going out of its way to repeatedly write Sun Wukong as a reckless idiot who ruins the lives of everyone around him & literally everyone who knew him from his past hates his guts because of dumb destructive stuff he did AND YET the hope is routinely dangled that maybe they'll be some good explanation for why he acts the way he acts and maybe they'll all get to be best friends at some point. But given this unrelenting insistence on more angst & more trauma, which frequently is written as partially or completely the consequence of what Sun Wukong did or what he failed to do, my doubt that they'll be able to write that in a satisfying way given everything that happened beforehand grows stronger. Because if we're being honest at this point the Monkey King has been portrayed as so careless, so destructive, so incapable of making a genuinely good decision that there isn't a single person who's life was made better from their interactions with Sun Wukong, and many whose lives were made much worse. So we're left in this weird state where on one hand lots of people recognize that and thus either hate the Monkey King wholesale and/or frequently depict SWK getting yelled at and rejected by everyone in their fan creations, while simultaneously depicting him in other ways as a beloved member of team good guy & having a strong relationship with Macaque, never mind that the shadow monkey's generally see as the main victim of SWK's badness. In addition, even the audience has barely gotten a glimpse at what the root of SWK's trauma may be, but I worry that at this point any painful past he might be given will be too little and too late to explain his actions. And I HATE that trope of "sad past=automatic redemption" so I really hope that's not what they're aiming for.

Either way & as I've said before, at this point it's kind of baffling why any of the other characters--who it must be remembered have no knowledge about the headband torture times--would even consider legoshow Sun Wukong getting trapped in ink hell world a bad thing. As far as they know he's done nothing but hurt and betray literally everyone for 0 reason except being stupid and selfish. And him getting trapped in the memory scroll means he'll be punished forever for his monkey crimes as he apparently so richly deserves all while the ticking time bomb that is Sun Wukong won't ever get the chance to hurt anyone ever again. So, win-win!

Truly, this was the best way to introduce the Monkey King & Journey to the West to the west & Chinese kids, huh.

#monkie kid spoilers #monkie kid sun wukong #anon answered #yea warning that i'm being a bit of a mean pessimist here haha

[skellebonez]

I'm thinking spicynoodleshipping + shadowpeach #25 & 36, thank you.

Today is pain day, I just want to write angst and people being hurt physically and emotionally apparently. Sorry if you expected something more light hearted... Fair warning here for not-graphic descriptions of blood and life threatening injuries (that is once again not being taken seriously by the inured party), I wanted the excuse to follow up on a headcanon for one of these characters and I tried not to be overly descriptive.

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!"/ “When I say run, that means keep running."

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me...!" Red Son shouted, ocean water soaked hair sticking to his face as he tried to claw his way out of the Monkey King's hold. Steam lifted from his hair and clothes as he tried to light himself back on fire, to dry off, to get back to Xiaotian, to do something anything except be held back in his post-fight weakened state.

For his part Sun Wukong held him tighter, keeping him from slipping from his grip and falling from his cloud back into the ocean he had just fished him from or into the hard ground of the beach shores below. "Red, we have to trust them!"

"They could be DEAD Sun Wukong!"

"They can handle themselves, Red, now stop moving!" Wukong planted his foot down into the cloud as much as he could and moved to knock Red off balance to grab him around his waist and carry him away over his shoulder.

In all honesty he didn't trust his own words. Xiaotian and Red Son had been ambushed by some group of advanced tech weilding demons during some kind of outing (date, scavenger hunt, Wukong didn't take the time to ask) and they had called him for backup. He'd had no choice but to bring his current unwanted house guest, Macaque, because he didn't trust him to not antagonize the monkeys back on Mount Huaguo.

The situation had quickly gone... poorly. Red Son had already burnt himself out using far too much of his fire powers to fight the rapidly repairing bots at the demon's disposal and they had taken the time to repeatedly douse him in ocean water as an extra layer of protection. Xiaotian was holding his own but he was clearly getting tired, grateful if incredibly confused about the backup he had recieved. It hadn't taken long before the Monkie Kid turned to his mentor and asked him to take Red somewhere safe to recuperate and come back when he was "fired up" again. Macaque had shoved Red at Wukong, hissing a “When I say run, that means keep running" to the younger demon.

Red Son was decidedly unhappy about this.

"Xiaotian asked me to keep you safe and I'm not g-"

The sound of an explosion of some sort behind them stopped the Monkey King in his tracks and he turned around to see the mountain they had been flying from begin to crumble. The mountain that Xiaotian and Macaque had still been on. Crumbling...

Wukong barely registered the fact Red had stopped fighting against him and was just holding onto him and had started shaking, his hold digging through his top layer to grip the fur on his shoulders painfully. He didn't know what was worse, his own vantage point of seeing the moutain fall before his eyes after missing the explosion... or Red seeing whatever had broken it and now only being able to hear what was happening behind him as Wukong held him in a tighter grip.

"No.... no no no no no..." The Monkey King felt Red's breathing speed up and grow desperate at his words and he cursed as he made a quick beeline for the ground, stumbling and nearly falling into Red Son as he tried to set the fire demon on the ground. "No, no, they're fine, they're fine Red, I'm just going to-"

"They were still on there," Red Son whispered, grip not loosening as he tried to look past Wukong's body blocking his view.

"They're fine, they have to be."

"They were on there Wukong!" Red said again, and the small wisp of steam he felt against his cheek did not come from Red trying to dry himself off again.

The air between them grew tenser and tenser the more seconds passed and just as Wukong felt like something would snap he heard a sound from behind them. It was familar, growing louder the closer it came, and like a shooting star the end of his staff burried itself in the beach sand a few feet away from them and shrank as two seperate forms fell from the sky with varying yelps of pain and surprise, the larger one bouncing and landing a few feet further away.

"XIAOTIAN!" "XIAOTIAN, MACAQUE!" Red and Wukong shouted at the same time and Red finally let go of his iron grip. They ran toward Xiaotian, both breathing a sigh of relief as the younger man sat up with a groan. Wukong froze again when he saw the varying splashes of red coating and dripping from his shirt and jacket, opening his mouth to say something else before being cut off.

"It's not mine," Xiaotian said quickly in his heavy breathes and the tone of his voice, laced with fear and confusion and shaky as Red knelt in the sand beside him to look him over told Wukong exactly what he needed to know. The quick gaze and nod back at the other figure sent him rushing off to leave the couple to themselves. He trusted Red to take care of his student.

"Xiaotian I-I thought- the mountain it-" Red Son stumbled on his words as he let the steam tears seep from his eyes freely, not caring who saw them now that they were from relief, and he looked over the Monkie Kid. Despite being coated in fresh blood he looked... he looked fine! A few scrapes and when he looked at his neck he saw the beginning of a nasty hand shapped bruise and claw scrapes... like someone had grabbed him by he scruff of his neck and yanked hard. "What-"

"Macaque!" Xiaotian interupted, grabbing Red's hands and standing himself up. "Their robot things, they did someting and he grabbed me and jumped in front of me and-"

"Holy FUCK." Sun Wukong's exclimation startled both of the younger men and Red Son didn't need to be told to follow the other as he rushed over to the two ancient monkeys.

Macaque had bounced hard when Xiaotian had landed and lost grip on him, eventally coming to stop more than a few feet away and leaving a... genuinely concerning trail of blood behind him. Red Son couldn't help but think this was far too much blood for anyone, let alone someone as powerful as the Six-Earred Macaque himself, to leave behind and still survive.

And yet, somehow above all odds, he could see the dark furred tail weakly trying to thump against the ground from where Wukong had rolled him onto his back. The Monkey King was leaning over him, his own tail shaking stifly along with his arms as he ran his hands over his sideburns and through his hair as he was making an odd half-laugh and half-muffled yelling sound.

"Wukong, wh-oh my HEAVEN!" It was Red's turn to yell, staring down at the the other monkey in the ground.

"Hello to you too," Macaque said through gritted teeth, an expression of severly inappropriate for the situation amusement on his face.

He looked... bad. He looked bad, those were the only words Red could think of to describe the sight. Whatever glamor he had was gone, his eye scar and what would have been his milky white eye in full vew.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if something had happened because the eye was definitely not there now. Much like a nice chunk out of out of the matching arm. And he had a nasty gash in the same side.

That explained the sheer amount of blood everywhere.

"How are you alive right now?" He breathed out in disbelief.

"Let's just say," Macaque groaned, bringing up his good arm to wipe away some of the blood from his face. "Immortality and invulnerablity aren't the same for everyone. I literally cannot die."

"Like..." Red swallowed, looking at his wounds again. "Cannot... at all?"

"Cannot at all," Macaque confirmed. "But man can I get beat to shit. Healing takes forever too, but I'll heal."

There was a soft sniffling sound and something that sounded like a laugh from Red's side and when he turned he could see Xiaotian grimmacing with a half smile on his face. "I'm glad you're not going to die but never save me like that again please. I'd rather us both be hurt but in one piece next time. I almost dropped you pogoing out of there too."

"There ain't gonna be a next time kid," Macaque growled, but it was weak and didn't have any real bite behind it. He looked at Xiaotian with a glare. "And stop crying. Like I said I'll be fine, give me 3 days and I'll kick your ass when I steal you for training again. Just didn't want Peaches over here keeping me up all night with his crying if you got really hurt."

The mention of his nickname got a reaction out of Wukong, a soft chuckle and a heavy exhale of breath. All 3 other people watched in confusion as he leaned down, resting his forehead against the other monkey's softly as his tail started to sway in the sand. "I appreciate it... but now I'm gonna keep you up all night cleaning your wounds you idiot." His words were harsh but his tone of voice was soft, gentle almost, and if they listened closely they could hear a soft almost imperceptable rumble from his chest.

"That's, uh..." Macaque started, looking away from the face so close to his own. "That's still... better. Right?" He sounded just as, if not more, confused than Red Son and Xiaotian were at the Monkey King's bizarre and unexpected reaction. But he didn't tell the other ancient to stop.

"OH!" Red said suddently, turning to Xiaotian. "The demons, are they-!?"

"Dead," he responded with a sigh. "Like, super dead. If they managed to survive that explosion they were definitely buried in that... mountain-lanche? Whatever, they're not coming after us."

"Good," Wukong said softly as he sat up. "I'm gonna fly Macaque back to Mount Huaguo, you two follow us. Get cleaned up. Stay with us for the night?"

His words were stilted, awkward, but heartfelt.

The two men woudn't have said no even if they weren't.

#warning: blood #warning: inuries #not graphically described #I feel I should feel bad for writing this #but I don't #this is just hurt/comfort isn't it? #mk #qi xiaotian #red son #spicynoodleshipping #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #shadowpeaches #but early stage #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #mind the warnings

[frostiifae]

Part 2: Top 5 Favorite Characters to Write.

Sighhh. You really do know how to make me happy, don’t you?

1. Eirika.

"Tana will not stop talking about you," Eirika hissed. "She has been miserable, you know, and she goes on and on about you like you're the only thing in her life worth living for. 'O Eirika, if only you could have seen what I saw! She showed me such beauty in the heat of battle and I fear I will never see it again! O Eirika, do you think she will become the greatest fighter in Magvel? I wish I could learn alongside her!'"

Marisa lowered her arms. She tried to speak, but words didn't come to her, and she trailed off; Eirika stopped, panting, glaring.

"Is this what you are afraid of?" Slowly Eirika caught her own breath, too, calming herself. Her bangs had drifted back into her face, meaning her hair was surely a mess by now; still she brushed it aside. "That Tana will try to kill you?"

"Every employer has," Marisa mumbled, looking down and crossing an arm over her stomach. "It is only a matter of when."

"That is..." Eirika trailed off, despairing. How could anyone live like that? "Marisa," she said, softly and seriously. "On the honor of Renais, and the power of the Sacred Stone, I swear that you will always be a friend and ally to Renais and welcome within her borders."

A little while back, I was scrolling through my works list on Ao3, and I noticed that I write about Eirika an awful lot. She’s in a third of everything I write! Eirika is fun to write about for two reasons; one, she’s a fully-formed character as she is, a wonderful and likeable person, who still has a lot of personal growth to explore. There are so many different ways you can interpret her character and different forms of growth to explore, but despite that, you’re still starting from the basis of a very charming, charismatic, kind-hearted woman who honestly wants to do the best she can for everyone around her.

Secondly - well, she’s very charming and charismatic, she’s very elegant, and yet not without those adorable little flaws here and there. It’s fun to write about Eirika being a gay mess for Julia in Cinders. It’s fun to write about her treading the line of depravity in HTL (and other things). The sequence I quoted here is at the end of a sword fight she has with Marisa to try to help Marisa open up about her feelings. She’s so multi-dimensional and adapts so well to so many situations, where you get to explore both how she responds, and how other people respond to her own influence - in fact, she’s so flexible that I had a really hard time picking a single segment to show here! I just love her, and part of me wonders if I’ll ever stop writing about her. Thank you so much for showing her to me.

2. Phobos.

"You don't need me," Emily promises. "And I don't need to be saved. I've survived long enough now."

Naomi is stunned - so much so that she almost doesn't react, as Emily turns and steps forward. Her panicked cry is late, her lunge towards Emily is late. But Phobos is not stunned, and Phobos acts much quicker and moves much faster than Naomi.

She - she, the horde of spiders, the Outsider, the concept of Fear - she does not think, she does not hesitate; there is no internal resolution or promise being upheld. This is an instinct, nothing more or less. But when Emily teeters, on the verge of giving away her balance and allowing gravity to take hold of her fate, she looks down, and what she sees is not the ground far below her. What she sees she can't quite understand. Her brain tries and fails to arrange it in shapes she recognizes; there are pieces there, pieces of things that look like they might have been familiar, but altogether it can't be parsed.

What she sees is Phobos lunging beneath her to try to catch her. What she sees is an infinite yawning cavern of twisting, tangled webs, bursting from one another in fractal patterns, growing unimaginably large and shrinking unimaginably small. What should have been a fall of a few hundred feet becomes an abyss light-years deep, stretching before her, around her, past her, behind her, encompassing her. There are legs. There are eyes. She can't count them. They're all watching her. They're scrambling in her way. That is Phobos, to Emily's eyes. That's all she sees before her mind can't take anymore.

Of course my OCs are some of my favorite characters to write about, and - once I’ve established them all better - I’m sure they would all overtake my top 5, which may or may not be kind of boring.

But so far, Wishes is a story about Phobos, and I fucking love Phobos. I have always adored her, even before she took this shape, even before I committed to “fear” as the axis around which her character evolved. There are so many things I want to say about her that I can’t just yet, but for those of you who have been reading Wishes, I’m sure this comes as no surprise. Phobos is wonderful and I’m excited to do so much more with her.

3. Rei.

Rei is pursing her lips. She tries her best to take this all in, and parts of it do process. That Rei has to succeed, so that the deaths of the rest of the world are not in vain; yes, she knows this. That Naomi was meant to die, and Rei violated that destiny... she knows this too. But...

...but no, she can't accept the rest of it. She shakes her head. "I won't let them die for nothing," she whispers. "But that's not enough for me. I won't let anyone die at all. I won't let you, or Eliza, or Gwen, or anyone else from the Seed - they've all come this far, even if they can't wake up on their own anymore, and I won't let any of them die."

"Y-You can't..." Naomi laughs brokenly. "Rei, you can't..."

"I'm not a child!" Rei shouts, her fingers digging into Naomi's shoulders. "This has been my goal from the beginning! This is why I saved you, Naomi! Not so you could throw your life away in service to me here, because I love you and I want you to live! If you die there's no fucking point to any of this!"

"Rei," Naomi breathes. Her voice is faint, a trace of her laughter still lingering in it, hanging in bittersweet awe. Rei is aware she is tearing up too. She has to consciously stop herself from saying what comes to her lips next - Naomi does not need to know that she's died before - that's - it's not important, it's not important because she's going to save this one.

"I'm not like you," she is hissing, not sure whether she's angry or sad or terrified or relieved, but whatever it is, she is so full of it she could burst. "I was raised for this! This is my life's purpose! If I die to achieve it, I will die happy! I didn't survive twenty years of knowing the world was about to end just to make compromises and half-measures at the final moment, Naomi, I swore to myself that I would save everyone and I'm going to save everyone, okay?! That includes you! ESPECIALLY you!"

...*sighs dreamily* I love Rei...

Rei is the culmination of half of my favorite things that any character can be. She is responsible. She is kind. She is ambitious. She knows in her heart that she is going to save the world. And she is so, so not ready for what will happen to her when she does.

I don’t want to say anything more than that, but hopefully the snippet above - technically a spoiler - helps illustrate who she is and why I love her so much.

4. Ahri.

But that wasn't new for Noxians, they did a lot of things that Ahri didn't understand, and there was nothing that bothered Ahri as much as not understanding humans, even though she revelled in how strange and mysterious and unique they could all be, because it gave her hope that she could be her own different brand of human, a special human with ears and tails that reminded her of an unhappy past she had overcome, she liked that, and she liked to believe that she didn't have to be perfect or normal, or to make sense to other people, but it was hard to be convinced of that when other people laughing at you hurts so much, and although she could build herself up all she liked when she was alone, and although she got so much encouragement from Wukong, who said that being a human wasn't very special and that Ahri was wonderful for being Ahri, he was such a sweet nice person and she was very happy to know him, but when you're in the moment, excited to be normal and to do normal things and humans just scoff and laugh and push you aside, it hurts in a way that nice words can't fix, it hurts in a way that breaks your hopes like glass, and you try to cobble them together again but you just cut your hands and look foolish.

And then there were the Noxians, who were a whole different kind of unusual, where Ahri was strange in a way that made people laugh and ignore her, Noxians were strange in a way that made people hate and fear them, but Ahri wondered if that would be so bad, because at least that was a reaction, at least there was respect there, and Ahri longed to be respected. What kind of idiot human would ever turn down free food at a festival? She knew even Wukong would find that very weird, and Ahri didn't know how to explain that, but she had just desperately wanted to be normal and to do a normal human thing, and instead of being allowed to do that, her intent and desire was assumed, and she was given a gift she didn't want, without anyone asking her what she actually wanted, and she wished they had just looked afraid of her, because then she could impress them, and she could do her human thing and be done with it, and she was sure she would be just as lonely that way, but it would be better at least, she wouldn't be questioning who and what she was supposed to be, or whether this whole magic body thing was really just an awful cosmic joke.

...No, Ahri, you can't think like that, because this body is all you have now, and without it, there's... there's nothing.

She stopped and leaned up against a tree, breathing raggedly, her tails curling around her protectively, both hiding her and sheltering her from the cold. Calm down, Ahri...

At this point, it’s not really fair to say that the character I wrote in the Resurgence of Noxus is the same as the Riot Games character, Ahri (and not just because of her retconned background). But, regardless, I love this fox very dearly. Just because I’ve put a lot of distance between myself and League as both a player and writer doesn’t diminish any of my feelings for her.

To me, Ahri is (was) a very powerful symbol of my own struggle as a trans person. She is someone who was born as something she didn’t want to be, who spent her life watching and pining after the people who were what she wanted, and who was only granted half of her wish and then forced to be happy with that as a result. Ahri’s struggle to accept herself as she is and to find beauty and meaning in the ways she’s different from other humans is something I find myself coming back to in my own mind over and over.

In my early attempts at writing Ahri, I used long winding paragraphs and run-on sentences as a form of characterization, something about her that differentiates her from other people without her realizing why. I think it was a mostly successful experiment, but I’m sorry if it makes her a bit tough to read, hehe.

5. WA2000.

"How - isn't... it?" WA's voice cracked partway through [her sentence]. She sniffled, hiding her face. "Listen to me...! How... how isn't this a defect?" She sniffled again, curling up. She was crying now. "I'm a gun that starts sobbing uncontrollably if you make her even think about killing one particular human. Weapons can't get sentimental! Otherwise they can't do their job!"

I have spent comparatively little time with WA2000 as a writer. I have no published works involving Girls’ Frontline. I just have a few little projects - as I’m sure almost all writers do - that are personal and private and I keep on a back burner as something to come back to when I’m bored. You, Ellie, will probably recognize this quote.

As I’ve mentioned in other asks today, I love stories about AI trying to come to terms with the reason for their existence, while also gaining agency over their own emotions and forming their own desires and goals and relationships. WA2000 is just the perfect microcosm of all of those struggles. I think a lot of people see her as just That Really Pretty Tsun Android, but just like all genuinely great tsundere characters, there’s a very deep-seated reason for her acting that way, and watching her struggle with it and... slowly, ever so slowly overcome it... is one of the most beautiful things in the world to me.

Even if I don’t ever publish anything with WA in it, I’m really excited to do more with this character and with the themes she embodies.

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#5

Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm kyo789 https://www.wattpad.com/kyo789?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile Name: Angel Pearson Age:23 DOB:3/2/98 Born with autism, high school graduate, at-home freelance author Write parodies, LGBTQ+, and crossovers

2 notes • Posted 2021-11-16 04:35:59 GMT

#4

100 likes!

2 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 07:37:58 GMT

#3

You like Mk Don’t you Red Son?

Mei: And why are you acting so nervous? And why are you sweating so much? And why do you look so red? And... [grins very smugly] Red Son: No, no, wait... it's not what you think. Th-this is a big misunderstanding. You've got to believe me, I... Listen, I am telling you... [jumps up and down] You better listen to me, Dragon Girl! Mei: You like Mk, don't you, Red Son? [Red Son begins to sweat, then slams the door on Mei]

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 04:36:25 GMT

#2

I Won't Say (I'm in Love) Monkie Kid

MK:

If there's a prize for rotten judgment,

I guess I've already won that

No boy is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history

Been there, done that

 Sandy, Mei, Monkey King, Mr. Tang and Pigsy:

Who d'you think you're kiddin'?

He's the earth and heaven to ya

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through ya

Kid, you can't conceal it

We know how you feel

And who you're thinking of

 MK:

No chance, no way

I won't say it, no, no

Sandy, Mei, Monkey King, Mr. Tang and Pigsy:

You swoon, you sigh,

Why deny it? Uh-oh

 MK:

It's too cliché

I won't say I'm in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

My head is screaming "Get a grip, Kid!"

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

(Ohhh...)

 Sandy, Mei, Monkey King, Mr. Tang and Pigsy:

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8 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 00:11:26 GMT

#1

Shadowpeach Confession

“Wukong... You can't give up! You've never given up on anything in your life, not even me! so don't you dare start now!”

Macaque – “Peaches! Please, stay! I love you! I always have! So please... stay” Wukong – “You... love me...?” Macaque – “Heh... You're such an idiot”

Wukong – “I love you too”

10 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 18:07:19 GMT

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