In the ghost au what was the relationship like between wukong and macaque before he died?
these bro were bro (and then Wukong fucked up (I didn't have the strength to draw it))
I started drawing this in December, finished yesterday (I forgot about the comic)
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END OF CH 10 “The Butterflies” - Page 54-55
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(copy-pasting hehe)
aleii! :D
what if, Na, but she is a scaly mermaid/siren? and she is hunted?
Macaque and Wukong are captains of a ship, and they decided to search for her because she has a bounty on her (people thought she was evil since she was spotted near a few dead people ashore, but in reality she was actually trying to rescue them from drowning while in a ravenous storm but they didn't make it), so they hunt for her
and they decide to nap, but in the morning, Macaque feels something on his tail; he is annoyed, but then finds Na resting her head on the edge of the boat and on Macaque's tail, sleeping peacefully while half-inside water; he recognizes her and wakes Wukong up, and now they're both in awe (they recognized her as the siren they were rescued by (she saved them from sea monster) )
AAAAA been wanting to get to this ask cause I thought it was really cute n cool
It’s been a busy week for uni and I might be dead for a hot sec this coming week (senior exit reviews for my major hnnnn) ;; but I’ve been finding free time for a few doodles hehe
Making these alternate designs are really fun :]]
Maybe some time later I can make a more refined siren!Nà design hehe
In the meantime just appreciating the very creative asks 🤭
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Shit, shit, shit!
Macaque ran through the city, frantically looking through alleys and accidentally bumping into a few strangers- some of few who yelled at him, but he didn't care.
He had to find you.
He didn't know why he didn't just use his ability to shadow himself to where you were. Maybe it was because he'd gotten used to not using them around you.
After a whole hour, he checked the spot he least expected you to be in.
The mountain where he betrayed MK.
...Were you secretly still hating him for that?
He gulped and approached your crouched figure, standing beside you. He knew you knew he was there.
"...Can I sit here?"
Your nod was all he needed.
Macaque sat down next to you, and there was silence.
Then, you spoke. "I thought you trusted me."
Macaque instantly perked at that, waving his hands side to side in a panic. "I do, I do! You're one of the few people, I swear!"
"Then why were you so distant this past weeks?"
He paused, and you frowned.
"You refuse to talk to me about it. I know we made those boundaries, but you just seemed so deflated and depressed, I can't just stand by and watch you be like that." You inhaled sharply, "I wanted to see you atleast smile today, but—"
"I yelled at you." Macaque finished for you, turned his head away.
You stared at him, noticing how his tail curled. He was distancing again.
"...Does this have something to do with MK? Wukong?"
Macaque sighed and placed a fist to his heart as a way to calm himself. "Alright, alright... so, um.." He pulled at his scarf and reached for a white piece of paper before handing it to you.
You took it, staring at the faces of Wukong and Macaque. It was them from the past, for sure, Wukong was making a goofy face, probably the one who took the picture while Macaque was caught rolling his eyes.
You flipped it and found the date. The date was today.
"Today is the day I died."
You looked up to see him.
"The day me and Monkey King fought. You know the story..." Macaque mumbled as he played with his black hair, before raising a finger. "Of course, this isn't an excuse for me yelling at you, I just.." He trailed off when he turned to you.
Your eyes were wide, soft tears began to brim those gorgeous eyes he loved so much. It made Macaque instantly begin to sniffle, looking away.
"I-I didn't want to bring it up." He continued, "He and I just... fuck, he was my best friend. For so many years, and it's just gone, it always blows my mind. I just... I sometimes wish I can share a peach with him again, and just talk... fuck.."
You moved close for a hug, and he returned it, burying his face into your neck as he cried. You cried with him.
"I miss him, [Y/N]..."
"I'm so sorry, Macaque.."
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