Here's one that I really really really want to write because it was for a charity run and it is NOT the fault of the fic or the donator that I got hit with a depression meteor, nor indeed that somehow it was 'easier' to write a bunch of other fics instead of the charity fics that I still owe!! Ugh. The self is a real garbage pit sometimes. So hopefully let's call this one dormant and not abandoned, and so --
Big Idea: which isn't mine, bc charity fic as aforementioned, but -- Jared runs a cult and Jensen joins and there's lots of sexy sex. Pretty much. :) But because it's a cult fic, I really wanted to dive into that, which required plot [spits on floor], and it's really more now about like... lost youth getting wrapped up into a personality & lifestyle just for somewhere to belong. Like cult stories always go. It's an unusual fic for me in that I'd normally never do ageswap (even with J2 -- I prefer to keep them as is) and I don't actually have much interest in irl cults, but it's interesting as a stretch in that sense.
Why it was abandoned: because plot!!! Ugh. Plot is the worst, idk how people are like 'ooh I wanna get all involved in this murder mystery'. Yack. But if it's gonna have a plot it's got to work, and it also has to have a bunch of legible and interesting and not-quirky-stand-in characters -- like I want it to read like actual humans, not goofy nonsense a la the cult in Bad Times at the El Royale. So that requires some genuine thought and time put in and probably even a chart, and... #lazy writer noises. But I have some random scenes I think might be good already planned. Trouble would be if I could make Jared-the-cult-leader seem believable and not just like a doofy romance novel figure. My personal trouble with cults is that whenever someone's holding themselves up as a leader because of whatever mystical whatever I'm like, this motherfucker? Are y'all kidding? So I'll have to get over that instinct, lol.
Snippet:
"He renamed it when we came," Allie says, easy. She taps her thumb on the steering wheel, smiling. "He said Wildheart was more right, for what we were going to be."
Jensen nods but he has no idea what that means. Whatever the name was before, the wild part at least is right. His grandpa had a farm, outside Dallas, and that was all neat rows, trimmed up hedges, smoothed-out roads with everything exactly in place. Jensen didn't mind it—driving it was easier, he thinks, as they're jolted by the Volkswagen rocking over yet another huge tree root—but it was…
Well, it doesn't matter. He'll never see that farm again. He's about to ask another question when Allie turns, again, and the screen of oaks gives sudden way to—open air, a field. The sky opens up above them and Jensen leans forward, trying to see everything. They're on a dirt drive and there are—people, young, maybe his age or maybe Allie's, on the grounds on either side of the drive, working squared-off garden plots—tomatoes, in chickenwire cages. More that Jensen doesn't recognize as they roll past. A boy with red hair waves at the car and Allie waves back, grinning. "Good to be home," she says, to Jensen. Home, Jensen thinks, and chews his thumbnail, scanning the grounds.
A medium-sized house, at the end of the lane, painted a faded yellow that needs redoing. On the west side of the house Allie pulls the Volkswagen up next to a purple Gremlin with messy handpainted yellow flowers on the rear hatch, a Cadillac with a rusted-out door and some kind of viney plant spilling out of the broken back window. "C'mon," Allie says, turning off the engine, so Jensen takes a deep breath and gets out of the car into the sunshine, holding his duffle up against his chest, looking around. No one's running up to bug them—the dozen people gardening are still gardening, down by the lane—and Allie flips her keys into her palm, comes around the hood of the car, touches his arm, soft. "Nothing be scared of, sweetie," she says, quiet even though it's just the two of them, and Jensen—believes her. He has to. He wouldn't have gotten into her car, otherwise.
sometimes i think abt how shocked chuuya was when dazai was like 'teehee i blew up your car' and its like ??? bro why are you surprised?? he presumably left the pm the same day your car blew up and you never connected those two things😭😭
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Sonic as werehog suffers from back pain and is generally more comfortable moving on all fours instead of walking on two legs because the transformation is more suited for quadrupedal movement and not bipedal
That's why he looks like he's slouching all the time he physically cannot stand up fully straight without being constantly uncomfortable
I gotta get back into my new Age of Calamity file (been knitting and playing our second Tears file all the time), 'cause I am still soooo far away from unlocking Kohga and I need to get himmmm again. I mean I could just go in my old file and have him kill some vicious lynels to get my fix or something but. No I want to rebuild My Best Guy and see if I can possibly make him even more Best.
But. I mean.
That would be pretty hard.
(I accept the challenge but I gotta be patient and get through the 'let's destroy the Yiga Clan woohoo!' parts first astfglaslkfjsldfkj. I mean not that I hate those missions, I love fighting Sooga and Kohga as I have said before, and I adore the cutscenes involving them. But I wanna play as them even more, they're just so fun. Also I got sosososo lucky with Kohga's weapon drops last time so hopefully I will again this time too so I can make him an even better Demon Carver. If that's even. Possible. I will do my best! Glory to Master Kohga etcetc!)
No actually though while I'm on a roll ranting about the funny monke show
THIS FUCKING SCENE IN PARTICULAR GETS ME SO BAD. I THINK ABOUT THIS SCENE SO OFTEN
The timing of MK's words and what we see on screen.
"I'd never abandon her when she needs me"
When MK says this, the shot is focused on Wukong, as he listens in and starts to glance back at Macaque.
LIKE WE KNOW. WE K N O W WUKONG ABANDONED MACAQUE. Those two have SOME shit going on in their past. Macaque needed Wukong, and he left him (either intentionally or unintentionally) and that left Macaque bitter and sad, and that bitterness was prolly left to rot after hundreds of years (not to mention that whatever happened between them got worse and worse and. Yknow jttw. Wukong ends up killing him.)
BUT WHAT GETS ME IS THE NEXT PART AFTERWARDS.
"We're heroes, it's what we do!"
Macaque and Wukong have ALWAYS been compared to the sun and moon. Like, canonically. Wukong calls Macaque his shadow, Macaque compares him to light-- they're opposites.
When MK talks about them being heroes, it's focused on Macaque because- well, he's NOT a hero. Not to himself, anyway. And this is brought up again and again; during his shadow plays, he specifically refers to Wukong (and MK) as "the hero". And they are! But Macaque doesn't see himself like that-- he refers to himself as "the Warrior". He doesn't feel like a hero. And this is brought up again in the s3 specials. "I'm not a hero, bud-" and "then be a warrior".
He's so used to living in everyone's shadows and being at the bottom of the barrel-- he's got a "worse version of Wukong's powers" (in Wukong's own words), he's revived by LBD only to be forced to do her dirty work, he's punished when he doesn't fall in line with her- he loses no matter what.
AND LBD SAYS IT HERSELF.
As soon as Macaque was given the chance (or, a "breath of new life") he tries to fuck off and do his own thing! He tries to stay far away from everything else.
But he doesn't get to.
He's threatened and shoved down into the dirt again and again and again and it's no wonder he was so desperate in s3e8-10. He tries to freak Tang out, tries to compare them to each other, but it backfires. LBD immediately tries to off him, but he desperately screams at her about a weapon MK and the others are planning to use- he doesn't care that he's giving her information, he just doesn't want to DIE. He begs MK and everyone else to stand down, that he just wants to take the Samadhi Fire and leave. He sounds just so DONE with it all during that scene. And when Tang does finish the ritual and the Samadhi Fire is reawakened-- what does it do?
It gets rid of LBD's hold on Macaque. He's no longer being trapped in crystal.
And he says, all happy, "it worked!"
You see the same thing in s3e8. After Tang tells him "don't you see the Samadhi Fire is our only way of helping humanity?"
Macaque tells him, "the Samadhi Fire is MY only chance at getting far away from the Lady Bone Demon"
He never wanted to help her. All he wanted to do was get away from her. He never intended to give her the Samadhi Fire, the rings-- nothing.
He's selfish, and honestly, who can blame him? Given everything we know about him, he owes everyone here nothing. He doesn't want to help them, he doesn't want to help or listen to WUKONG, who (again, either intentionally or unintentionally) abandoned him and later killed him, he doesn't even want to rlly hurt MK that much ("stand down, or I will PUT you down" implies that he doesn't want to fight him if he doesn't have to, but at this point he's so desperate for his own survival that he will if MK won't get out of his way).
Macaque doesn't see himself as a hero because he can't identify himself with that kind of title.
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