This gorgeous boy here is @alexaloraetheris feline son - a brave little soldier, who currently needs our help. He got diagnosed with Feline Leukemia Virus. He has a limphoma in his chest and he's going to need surgery.
So I’m offering
ART FOR DONATIONS
Anyone who donates to @alexaloraetheris ko-fi and sends me some proof (like a screenshot that they donated - without any personal info of course) will get an art from me.
RULES:
1. Contact me first (there are some things I’m not good at drawing so DM me with comm info before you donate - I will truthfully tell you if I can draw it or not so neither of us gets disappointed)
2. I will operate in batches. I can take up to five comms at the time to make sure everyone will get an art. After I finish a batch I will open another one.
3. Any amount of donation is okay (but donations under 5€ will get a lovely one-color sketch like this - over 5€ you get stuff in more color)
Example of a deal:
Doofenshmitz: Hi, can you draw me a platypus in a fedora?
Me: Sure!
Doofenshmitz: great, here’s the screenshot showing I donated to kofi.
Me: I got it!
[Some time passes]
Me: Here’s your platypus! [Inserted platypus picture with the fedora hat]
Doofenshmitz: PERRY THE PLATYPUS!
… You get the gist of it ;)
Some examples of my art:
TLDR: If you can spare a couple euros, and want to help save a beloved pet, go and donate to Alexa’s Kofi. DM me first, to also get an art piece. Sounds good? :D
When you want to come back to updating your fic, but first you need to actually finish the chapter, comment on everyone else’s fics (the ones you silently read in shame while lurking without updating), make the promised art and character evaluations and hopefully find the time to reread the damn thing before you post something clashing with your own canon…
Thirty fucking minutes to get betrayed and left behind with no way to fight the incoming danger. Twenty-five minutes, exactly, with the remaining five free for Jane Grey to weep and scream as she saw the lights of the emergency capsule flicker further and further away from the JCJenson orbit research center, finally disappearing among the stars.
It’s not like she expected any better from her crewmates. They were a bunch of assholes on a good day and an absolute nightmare to deal with on the bad one. Still, she had the very human, very foolish idea to at least trust them not to leave her behind as bait for a bunch of cruel, unfeeling space pirate AIs.
Well, Jane Grey was, apparently, wrong.
It took the pirates fifteen minutes to actually breach the research center, most of that time spent trying to properly align their bigger vessel with Jane’s puny little space base. When they finally did, it took them very little time to find her and drag her out of her hiding spot. Jane should be grateful she had the forethought to properly suit up before her abduction, but all she felt, being dragged into the bigger ship, was absolute dread.
The droids’ pirate vessel was a lot bigger than what the video manual they’ve made her watch back at the headquarters suggested. The road she had to take to reach the bridge itself took her and her jailers longer than it used to take her to travel the entirety of the laboratory vessel that has been currently being destroyed and repurposed for parts back in the drones’ main garage. Jane knew that there was no way she was ever stepping foot back in that thing, not to mention getting home safely.
With every passing second, she was starting to realize there was no way she’d be getting back home ever.
Jane did her best not to hyperventilate as she was being led on through the narrow pathway, suspended on a bunch of cables over the main hull of the ship. She had very little oxygen left in her spacesuit’s tank, after all. Droids did not need an atmosphere to breathe, and she suspected that they took full advantage of the fact.
Above her, a multitude of stars spread impossibly wide, perfectly visible through the glass ceiling, while a small army of drones mingled below her on the ship’s floor and many platforms that formed a maze of levels connected by a net of pathways like the one she’s been taking.
The drones, her jailers, were shorter than her, barely reaching her shoulder. The one walking in front of her had not deigned to even tie up her hands, and Jane had a sudden urge to grab whatever it was that droid used as their ponytail and throw them down into the maze and run.
Jane shook her head as she threw the idea away. Everyone knew that droids were stronger than humans. They would have her dead before the ponytail ever reached the floor. Jane was a little surprised she was not dead already. Besides, where could she even run to? Her ship was gone, there was no oxygen on this vessel for her to refill her tank, and she knew she had absolutely no chance to hide long enough for anyone to rescue her.
Hell, no one would even try. Her crew probably already happily reported her dead, after what she’s done behind the company’s back.
Jane did not realize the ponytail drone had stopped, and she hissed as her foot collided with whatever the equivalent of the calf was on a drone. Said drone made a very real, very exaggerated movement of sighing, as a new string of words flew by on their visor.
“Welcome to the bridge of a “Purple Nova”. Say hello to the Captain.”
The ponytail drone stepped sideways, gesturing weirdly with their free hand forward. The one at Jane’s back put a heavy hand on her shoulder and another on her elbow, as if she had even a chance to escape.
Jane looked up.
The drone standing at the bridge, leaning carefree on the piloting console as if it belonged to him, did not look like the other drones.
It was taller, easily reaching Jane’s height, which in itself was already very alarming. Its coloring was off, a mix of whites instead of grays, with stark yellow-black details that screamed ‘danger - do not approach.’ It even had a different build from the rest of the ship’s drones and the ones Jane used to see back in her colony, as if customized for a different purpose. He wore a long, fur-lined jacket, with a peculiar hat on top like a cruel mockery of Old Earth’s airplane pilots. A set of lights peeled out from under it, reminding Jane of something she really should remember…
“Jane Grey, ID:3012-92. Designation: lab assistant for JCJenson Company.” The words flashed across its visor, almost too fast for Jane to read, let alone to comprehend how the fuck this machine even got her ID number. “Remove your helmet so we can have a proper conversation.”
Jane froze. She couldn’t simply remove her helmet, could she? Was this AI’s cruel idea of a joke to make her suffocate in here while it watched? She knew that this was a rogue AI, and you rarely knew what to expect from one, but she never suspected that it could develop enough to become sadistic.
She shook her head, making a tiny, terrified sound in the back of her throat.
The ‘Captain’ (because now Jane could see that it must be one, if only from the way the other drones seemed unable to tear their attention away from it) frowned, twisting the aesthetic dot-like eyes (that humans designed for their machines to make them more likeable, for fuck's sake!) into something threatening and not comforting at all. He stepped forward, and in doing so, freed another appendage from where it’s been pinned against the console. A tail with a bright yellow cylinder, ending in a sharp-looking needle, scraped the floor just before her boots, leaving behind a nasty mark.
Only the other drone’s hands stopped Jane from jumping back in fright.
“You can remove it yourself, or we can do it for you.” The Captain tilted its head, a frown still frozen on its human-like mouth. “But, to be fair, my crew will not care if you get hurt in the process.”
As if to underline his words, something seemed to crawl from behind and over the piloting console. The first thing Jane saw was a set of sharp blades replacing the usual drone hands, slipping over the buttons like a shiny set of centipede legs. Then, an array of bright lights appeared over the edge of the console, spread in a mockery of a halo. A giant, glowing, yellow ‘X’ followed, shining brightly where the drone’s eyes should be.
Finally, finally, Jane saw its mouth.
She always had a problem with seeing the drones outfitted with mouths. It was uncanny to see them talk like humans do, their metal tendons working under the synthesized plating in an effort to fake a smile they could never possibly mean.
This drone’s mouth was filled with way too sharp teeth and spread in such a maniacal, bloodthirsty smile that Jane flinched, almost jumping on the spot. Her memory got jump-started, and she suddenly remembered where she saw something like that.
These were not working drones.
They were Disassembly Drones.
Jane heard the stories as a kid. All of her classmates did, huddled together in JCJenson’s approved common rooms, back in her home colony on Beta-49z. She knew of the disassembly drones, lovingly called ‘murder drones’ by the adults who, after all, knew better. Dangerous weapons, used to find and destroy any rabid AI that escaped from humans’ control, incredibly lethal.
The first stories they heard painted them almost as superheroes to humanity, but every time a kid dared to call them that, a teacher would appear out of nowhere, slapping the idea out of their heads.
‘No heroes!’ The adults would hiss, ‘If you absolutely have to imagine them as something else, think of them as JCJenson’s loyal dogs on a tight leash, nothing more than that!’
When the kids grew older and they were allowed to watch a video of a disassembly drone butchering a worker drone, its cries thankfully muted by parental control, they quickly understood the clear distinction.
Disassembly drones were monsters meant to hunt the bigger evil. And they were never supposed to interact with humans.
Jane’s fingers flew to her helmet, suddenly convinced that any type of asphyxiation would be better than ending with a set of claws ripping through her neck or any place on her body. These drones were rogues, a rabid AIs that clearly evolved enough to sway disassembly drones to their side. Who knew what they were able to do to humans now that their safety protocols have been overridden? Jane took one last breath before she threw her helmet down, surprised to hear the bang it made as it collided with the metal floor of the bridge.
For a moment, she feared the most.
Then, a low, unamused chuckle spread through the air.
The Captain was looking at her with one digital brow raised, hands folded against its chest as it leaned back on the console. It didn’t even look away as it flicked a finger at the menacing disassembly drone, making it sigh as it skittered obediently to the side and hid its claws with a quiet ‘shiiing.’ As Jane watched, slack-jawed at the idea of still being alive and being able to breathe, it had the audacity to wink at her.
“Isn’t it more comfortable?” The Captain asked, no hint of amusement in its voice or expression. “It’s more useful for us to keep the atmosphere and actually hear a possible disaster in the making before it spreads enough to be noticed. It’s not much of a stretch to make it livable for humans and besides, we’re quite used to it now.”
Jane didn’t know how to answer and not get in trouble, so she simply nodded.
“Jane Grey, a lowly lab assistant who had dreams of something more.” The Captain's eyes seemed to drill into her now. “No wonder your crew left you to die, after what you did.”
“How do you know-?”
The drone holding her huffed angrily, its hold tightening for a moment, cutting her off. “It’s 'Captain’ or ‘sir’ to you now" it murmured. “You better learn that quickly.”
Jane couldn’t nod faster, suddenly reminded that these were robots, not humans, and that it was a heavy-duty machinery clasped into her shoulder, not a human hand.
“Give her time. She will learn.” The Captain sounded so sure, almost dismissive. “But thank you, Gil, for the effort.”
Jane risked a glance behind her to see the drone actually smile and nod, letting his grip go slacker. She let herself breathe in relief, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
“If you think you’re lucky, you’re quite right. V should be done with your unfortunate crewmates already.”
Jane tensed again. “What do you mean… sir?”
Captain turned a little sideways, his hand gliding over the buttons with visible years of practice as he brought up a giant screen and what looked like a sort of map of cosmos, if said cosmos was split into multicolored areas. A dot appeared on the map, only for it to separate into two, one of them moving quickly past a border of one color and into another.
“It’s a crude and inefficient way to share cosmic space,” said Captain, “but it’s all we could agree on for now. Your crewmates made a fatal mistake by throwing themselves right at another… captain’s feet. And she’s not known to be merciful.”
“Are you… sir?” Jane dared to ask.
“I used to be.” She had the doubtful pleasure of seeing the Captain’s mouth actually quirk up at that. “But now, I'm not sure anymore.”
Jane was going to die today.
“But I am known to be somewhat fair. And, unfortunately, an opportunist, at least sometimes.”
Or maybe not?
“So.” The Captain drew out the sound, stalking towards Jane now, and she realized with a start that he was not as tall as her; he was even taller and far more intimidating up close. “I thought we could make a deal.”
“What kind of deal, sir?” She gulped.
The Captain’s hand suddenly took on a form of very sharp claws as he put the tip of one against where Jane’s artery was. She had a feeling the thick layers of her spacesuit would not stop it for even a moment if the drone decided to take her life.
“You’ve been working on a little something behind the company’s back. Something I’m, or maybe I should say all of us, are very interested in.”
A light bulb lit up in Jane’s head.
“JCSynthetic oil.” She whispered. Of course the drones would be interested in the oil recipe that she’s been testing in her after hours. Didn’t disassembly drones need oil to survive? The idea of making their own was probably too tempting for them not to try.
“Smart girl.” The Captain’s hand suddenly turned back to normal as he straightened and took a step back. “We can make a deal. We give you everything you need to finally nail down that synthetic oil recipe and keep you well and alive while you do so. In exchange, once you’re done, we set you up with a long-journey space capsule and let you go, no harm done.”
Jane took a moment to absorb that information.
“That… honestly sounds way too good to be true, sir.”
She wanted to slap herself across the face and shut down that stupid mouth of hers. Her hands actually moved up to cover herself as she realized that she'd been sassy to the face of a literal murder machine!
But, to her surprise, the Captain actually smiled.
“It’s up to you to lie to the company for the rest of your life about just how you managed to survive without a ship and a crew for so long.” He tilted his head, his smile slipping away. “Then again, you’d actually live to be able to lie, so maybe this deal really is too good for you. Especially considering the fate of your old crew.”
“I'll take it, Captain.” The words were out of Jane’s mouth before she could stop them again, but this time she was glad. “I’d rather live and risk having to lie, Captain.”
The answering smile on Captain’s face was small but not unkind, or at least it appeared so. He outstretched his right hand, waiting until Jane took it, her own still trembling slightly. He cemented the deal for both of them with a firm shake and a nod.
“Welcome to the crew then, my new chief laboratory tech. I’m your Captain. I go by many names nowadays, most of them exaggerated.”
Jane felt like the ground was moved from beneath her, as if she made a deal with the devil, who looked down at her, all perfected smiles, a gleam of white metal, and a blinding, yellow halo above their head.
“But you can call me Captain N.”
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Meanwhile, in the deep, dark guts of a JCJenson flagship cruiser, where no human dared to enter anymore and no robot had any business to lurk, a very particular worker drone pressed on relentlessly, her worn-down hands twisting the screws on her secret machine with desperate strength.
Just a few more parts.
Just a few microchips to steal from the inventory.
Maybe a new cord since the last one almost took her out alongside what used to be her hair, a reminder of a life she lost a long time ago.
The drone wiped her hands on a rag, wincing as the fabric caught on many, many new ridges and deep scratches that marred her synthetic skin. She had to press her loose little finger back into place so hard her screen blinked red with alarm.
Humans really didn't take care of their toys anymore.
No matter.
She was a determined drone with a clear goal in mind. Despite JCJenson’s best efforts at reformatting her, she still remembered some things.
She remembered she had a father at some point. She remembered music she had no right to know. She remembered the feeling of dread at being called to the front of the class and a sharp sting of disappointment at losing a game on her PC. All the things she should not, no, would not remember if what that repulsive human technician said was true about her being literally made to work on this stupid, rat-infested spaceship.
She knew her crude, self-made machine had to work one day. With enough luck and enough failsafes in place, it would not fry itself again when she turned it on.
Uzi Whatever-was-her-name was getting her memories of a life before the spaceship back.
Or she would die trying.
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AKA: An AU where, after Uzi sent N literally flying to safety and fell down the church sinkhole and into Copper-9’s exploding core, the entire planet blew up properly. Uzi got critically damaged and temporarily lost her connection to the Solver, which meant her unconscious body meandered in space until a wandering JCJenson spaceship grabbed her alongside a bunch of worker drones and tried reformatting her back to an average, mindless machine - something that Uzi’s programming actively fought against with everything it got.
Meanwhile, N didn’t escape unscathed either, but after his original body’s destruction, his consciousness got moved to a copy stored in a spaceship at Copper’s orbit, alongside a bunch of other, very confused, murder drones. In his desperation and impatience to get back to Uzi, he instigated a fight in which a bunch of disassembly drones either fled, got destroyed, or actually learned to listen to him, with V as his biggest, if a little hesitant, backup. Upon learning of Uzi’s assumed death, he lost a great deal of his enthusiasm and positivity and started to change, unfairly blaming himself for what had happened. It took V years of desperate efforts to put him back on his feet and help him find a new goal - to save as many worker drones from destroyed Copper-9 as he could and establish a new place for them to live freely.
So he got himself a ship, a few dedicated Disassembly Drones with nothing better to do, and a surprisingly loyal crew (consisting of saved-from-recycling worker drones) and started his Space Pirate Career. V had obtained her own spaceship and her own crew, much less focused on saving the drones and more on scavenging and pillaging whatever and whoever she could.
This shot takes place around 10 years after the destruction of Copper-9. Uzi’s getting close to regaining her memories, and N’s ship is getting close to the spaceship she’s being held at. What will happen if they manage to meet again? Will the Solver affect Uzi IF she regains her memories? And what about Cyn?
…Yeah I’m fist-fighting my own knock-off Calliope over here in order to NOT make it a long-ass fic since I have ANOTHER one I AIM to finish.
I had this really vivid dream of watching a short animation that has been absolutely STUNNING.
Everything was so blue.
The queen of a land was resting in her chambers when her castle had been suddenly attacked. She had lost one child after the other, dramatically trying to save at least one remaining child of her bloodline - a young princess in her teens who was also determined to save her mother. It was desperate rush through the castle, trying to find a way out while the windows crashed over their heads, a bloodied bodies of the staff littered the halls and made them trip, and every knight they met died while shielding them one by one.
(The characters were very stylized and blue-coded while the enemies were red and wore the skulls on their visors in order to intimidate. Generally as the story progressed you could see more and more red overcoming the blue color on screen. No violet though - that’s important. Think of the movie “wolf walkers” and “the princess veil” animation on yt but also some Loish-style expressions and especially eyes)
The queen ran through her castle and almost managed to drag her daughter to safety when suddenly one of the enemies caught up to her. They grabbed her and her daughter. They released a ghost (something I understood was a taboo in these lands - playing war with deceased souls was the greatest offense anyone could make) and said ghost took over the daughter’s body. It was a ghost of a female ruler, a general and it laughed in the queen’s face as it transformed her daughter into something else that still wore her face.
The queen was devastated and hurt and overcome with grief. But she also grew feral. She used the moment of distraction when other red guards bashed into the room to bow to their general to free herself and run.
She ran through the corridors, now entirely red with her the only figure in blue and the entire horde at her feet. She used a secret entrance that was so dark it almost seemed to swallow all the colors and led down, down, under the earth. As she emerged from the darkness you could see a giant and vast cave that stretched like a chute down and up, with the only path forward being a thin bridge-like structure connecting the exit of the tunnel with the circular platform in the middle of it. In the air you could see a miliard of washed out grey shapes, that hovered over the platform menacingly.
It was blindingly white and queen’s colors got muted as she entered, as well as the general in her daughter’s body and the rest of the red enemies did.
The queen rushed to the center of the cave and as she turned to face her attackers you could see that the shapes behind her were ghostly soldiers, with whispy cloaks that brushed against their faces (every time a cloak obscured one’s face you could see a skull - a giveaway sign that these were ghosts) and that they seemed to track the queen’s movements with interest.
The red general halted and looked around with clear terror on her borrowed face as she realized that there was a whole army here. We could see the flashback of a terrible army ravaging the red country in the past, before they all got wiped out with some unseen force. (Think about the black and white figures inspired by old Huns and Vikings on horsebacks with furs and skulls abundant but also a lot of newer armor. The light that obliterated them was pure white.)
The red general begged the blue queen to not act foolish but she laughed in their faces, seemingly feral and desperate. She said something about them breaking the taboo first and that one could only fight fire with fire as she cut herself and raised a bloody hand up. Every ghost behind her jolted at the sight, as if waking up from their slumber.
The red general fell to her knees and suddenly separated herself from the body of the princess. The red ghost curled up on the side and begged in higher voice that she gives up, she gives her daughter back but the princess’s body did not move or even blink. It was empty, and so washed out of the colors it seemed grey. It was clear that the princess was no longer there.
The blue queen understood that immediately and did not seem surprised at all, just sad. She ordered the red warriors to kill their general in a monotone voice and they did cut up the surprised red ghost to ribbons without hesitation, way too scared of the blue queen now.
The queen cried and trembled as she reached out to her daughter’s body, only to see it fold as she grabbed it, like a 2-dimensional veil, no longer connected to any body. She gathered it close to her chest, sobbing that all of her children are gone, that her family is gone, their legacy is ruined.
She threw herself backwards and into the void, but instead of falling down, her body got lifted up, her blood curling around her from her wound like a ribbon. A pair of hands in black armored gloves, with talon-like claws grabbed her delicately and lifted up to face the terrifying general of the ghost army. He said something to the likes of “then let me give you a new legacy” as he held her in front of him, still at arms length. As she finally nodded he delicately took what remained of her daughter into his claws and somehow magicked it into three gorgeous violet gems that he then put on the queen as a crown, one on each of her temples and one in the middle of her forehead, saying that her children will never be forgotten.
And then he took the queen’s hand and faced the army that started to rouse. With a flick of his hand, a few of the soldiers turned into falcons and dove down, trailing shadowy tendrils as they hunted the red warriors still in the room. Despite being ghosts they gained their materiality back as they tore through the red bodies like bullets, feeding more blood to the slowly awakening army.
The blue queen looked impassively at the scene, then closed her eyes.
………….
And imagine how pissed off I was when I realized it’s not a real YouTube animation??!!!
These particular machines, as the reports stated, seemed to be the subservient kind, the one left behind by yet another civilization that decided to blow themselves to smithereens before having the chance to properly reconnect with the rest of the known Galaxy. They were supposed to be complacent little things, scattered all across the surface of Copper-9 and generally harmless.
Hence why general Grievous only took a handful of droids with him to properly scout the planet.
He was not expecting resistance, much less a violet-colored droid cackling maniacally in the background as she threw an entire-ass building at him with the power he could only compare to the Force itself. The machines flanking her took quick care of his droids, ripping them to shreds and digging into them like starved animals.
He suddenly understood why some of his scouts never came back.
When one of the yellow-colored machines started to eye him and his very much mechanical body parts with increased interest, general Grievous decided that this planet was better left to the other side of the Force. As he tactically retreated into his ship (he didn’t run, per-se. More like took advantage of the icy ground as he skidded all the way to the doors, closing them with hands that definitely were not shaking) he had already planned one hell of a speech to his superior, more than determined to convince him to let Obi-Wan rediscover that particular piece of Outer Rim.
Maybe he still had the time to install some cameras.
He would pay good amount of credits to see that pesky Skywalker’s face when the Violet-haired droid ate his lightsaber.
These are the playlists I have made for The One Who Speaks and The One Who Returned.
Mine are- Here comes the Sun and Cloudy Skies (always updating)
My wonderful friend @rithalie-writes made the other two AWESOME playlists. (Always updating as well)
I will sometimes link a song to the upcoming chapters and MIGHT go back and link some to the older ones. Haven’t decided.
Anywho, if YOU have any playlists for your fics/OCs/fav characters you want to share, please reblog and share them! I love expanding my musical tastes.
Okay so, I'm writing a fic. I set the final number of chapters. I'm still updating but there is a set number of chapters I'm planning for this fic to have, and it hasn't been reached yet.
And I was absolutely blown away by the number of people in my comments who were saying 'I wish I found this fic when it was already complete.'
Like. I may be old but. What are you people trying to tell me here? The reason I'm pumping out 25k every other week is, yes, because I really like the story I'm writing, but also because people are loving it too! And you still left a comment, which I very much love and appreciate, to be absolutely clear, but this type of comment is honestly puzzling to me. Like, I genuinely don't know what I'm feeling about it, but I'm pretty sure it's not positive. You clicked on my story and loved it enough to comment, and I get the sentiment that you want more as soon as possible, but isn't this just a new iteration of 'UPDATE! UPDATE NOW!!!' that we all agreed we hate?
I don't know. How are other AO3 writers feeling about it?
Im pretty sure this is another iteration of ‚UPDATE NOW!’. Which in itself sucks horribly.
But I also understand the readers who feel that way. (I didn’t say express it) There’s a satisfaction in reading a story from start to finish and there’s a lot of authors out there on ao3 who never finish the story or take forever to update. It’s relatively safer to get emotionally invested and lost in a finished story or in a story that has a lot of chapters than one that shows 1/? or 2/40.
But also, I think that expressing this sentiment in a form of a comment is a toss of a coin. From what I gathered, the commenter usually assumes that you as the author will read it as a compliment, meaning that the story is just so good that they can wish they could dive into it and spend the whole night/day/week reading only your story. Like a book from the store or even better, since fanfics can be so much longer.
But the entire comment also reads a little bit like ‚UPDATE NOW!’ which is pretty rude. Like; ‚asking a woman in the supermarket line when she’s due, only to hear that she’s not pregnant, just a little big’ rude. For me, the commenter is not trying to actually force you to update faster, they just like your story so much they got a little too excited and made you feel like they’re rushing you. After all they don’t really except you to finish the entire thing in one chapter, don’t they? (If they do, they suck)
At least to me it’s that kind of feeling. The commenters mean well, but they did not choose their words right and now you as the author are left a little confused as to how interpret this.
Every comment is precious to us as authors but we wish that there would be less awkward feelings involved. 🙈
The One Who Speaks and The One Who Returned, and you can find those both on Ao3!
💙 Which of your favorite characters you’ve created by accident and how?
Elder Hao. He was just meant to be a one off monkey known for being the village’s “doctor” but nOoO. He now has lore that will be dropped sometime soon and is one of my favorite OCs I’ve created.
🧡 Which of the characters you’ve created are an absolute asshole to work with?
Qian. He just does what he wants when he wants and doesn’t give a flying fuck. That will be revealed more very very soon. And Yi Ran. I just hate her and her a t t i t u d e.
💛 Do you have a soundtrack for your fic/story? (And do you link it anywhere?)
I DO!! I have one for each fic that I created and one for each fic that @rithalie-writes created! Both are SICK! And will be linked on the fics whenever I update next.
💚 What is your favorite trope you keep coming back to?
I don’t know if this trope has a name or not but I can never seem to stray from “lover leaving for long periods of time and coming back to the person who waited for them.” OR “Character A gets hurt beyond repair (emotionally, physically, or mentally) and Character B protects them somehow and they fall in love.”
🩵 If your fic/art was a meal, what/how would it be? Salty? Sweet? Dinner, breakfast? Comfort food?
The One Who Returned would be a nice, warm cup of soup (any of your choosing) prepared by your favorite person, but it’s just a bit too hot and burns your tongue until it cools off.
The One Who Speaks is an expensive steak dinner. The steak is as perfect as it comes and melts in your mouth with each bite. Oh! You have a side dish. It’s probably just as delectable as the main course, right? But when you eat it, you realize you despise this specific food and it leaves a nasty taste in your mouth. Then you are presented with a dessert of moist chocolate cake. The first bite erases that revolting side dish and you end your meal with a happy, full stomach.
💜Did you ever lost control over your fic/art?
Uhm, yes. And there’s always a love/hate relationship when it happens. Either it’s the best thing to come or it makes me want to throw my computer at a wall and smash it into bits.
💔 what is your main character’s worst nightmare?
Well, TECHNICALLY, Li-Mei’s worst nightmare came true in TOWS. Which is never seeing Cloud (the DO) again.
Her other worst nightmare is losing her family. Pretty basic.
❤️🩹 How would your character comfort someone?
My sweet Li-Mei would do everything you can think of. Kind words, hugs, she would bring food or snacks, and let you stay in her cave if that’s what you needed. If not, she would let you talk or cry it out and come check on you every day after until she was certain you were okay.
I nominate: @rithalie-writes because I don't have any other friends on here and I wanna hear more about your fic <3
Also, sorry I couldn't answer all of the questions. I didn't know how to or it just didn't apply. But thank you for asking them! This was fun!
Thank you so much for nominating me! I thought, since our fics both are about Wukong, I would reblog your answer and add my input!
Okay SO
The name of your art/au/fic you’re creating right now and where to find it: „A second chance” on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/62361397/chapters/159568750
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s a Wukong/oc story about a girl who gets reborn as a medic that is meant to help the original team in their journey to the west in exchange for another chance at life. She does not plan to fall in love along the way but wellll….
💙 Which of your favorite characters you’ve created by accident and how?
FRANK - he was meant to be a singular point of connection between the old and new life of my main character, Ruth/Ruomei and someone she could miss - but instead he gained a whole new meaning and importance along the way. He will return and he will become important - just you wait!
❤️ How would your characters react if you switched the background of the last two fanfics / art you’ve made around?
Wukong in a world of „Detroit: Become human” might be a whole new amazing idea for a fic. I think I’ve seen somewhere on tumblr a prompt that mentioned robotWukong and his human love so my imagination IS running wild already O.O
That being said, after an adjustment period, my fic’s Wukong would probably relate to the androids and their segregation from society.
Ruth would be torn between being amazed by the technology and frustrated at what humans did with it. (She might not be an optimist but even she could not imagine the reinvention of modern slavery)
Sandy would be offset by the speed of the future world and deeply disturbed by the difference in values.
Tripitaka would have a DEEP crisis and he would have to work hard to keep his faith in humanity - like I said - reinvention of modern slavery and the sheer objectification of androids might take some sleep from him.
Bajie would be amazed by fast food and deeply flustered by adult clubs’ fliers. Despite his big words, it would take him a moment to adjust. And then he would probably join the rest in feeling disturbed - with a hint of amazement.
🧡 Which of the characters you’ve created are an absolute asshole to work with?
The only truly original and consistent characters I’ve made so far are Ruth/Ruomei and Ai-Lin and while both of them present challenges, I cannot say they are a assholes to work with. The healer from the very beginning of the journey was hard to write - especially his abuse.
But if I could choose someone from the JTTW cast, it’s Erlang. It’s always Erlang 🫣
💛 Do you have a soundtrack for your fic/story? (And do you link it anywhere?)
I do! @kimi-the-writer made one for me and I’ve also made one for very big act of my story - I cannot share them all because of spoilers but here’s the first one!
💚 What is your favorite trope you keep coming back to?
REBIRTH - coming back from the death. And the easement of pain of loved ones that were left behind. (I have SO many ideas with death and rebirth it’s getting ridiculous)
Another remarkable ones are; making your characters earn god-like and dangerous powers (and seeing them go feral while protecting their loved ones), giving everyone wings (although this one I’ve used the least so far) and SOULMATES.
🩵 If your fic/art was a meal, what/how would it be? Salty? Sweet? Dinner, breakfast? Comfort food?
So far it’s a mix of savory food. It’s like a bowl of ramen with a lot of things mixed in but your favorite topping keeps slipping through your chopsticks (SLOWBURN) and as you try to find it, you keep inhaling the noodles. It’s warm and salty and hot on your tongue and you can see it’s going to fill your stomach to the brink - given you actually finish the bowl.
💜Did you ever lost control over your fic/art?
Wukong took over at one point - he made a promise to exact vengeance upon a certain someone and then I had to scratch my head and actually make him follow through with it - he is still not satisfied but tough luck! He doesn’t currently have time to go and beat up gods in heaven - not while his time with Ru is limited.
🖤 What small thing in your story could trigger a literal worst outcome? (Like, character tripping over something leads to the end of the world)
Ai-Lin revealing to Wukong the full deal Ru has made. It would dissolve a lot of trust the team have put in her so far and theres still not enough of love and friendship going around to help mitigate that. Sure, they might get back to the point where they are now but it would slow down their relationship progress so far that Ru might make different choices at the end - and cut the whole story awfully short.
🩶 which grey character started out as villain and you made them likable cause of reasons? Or if you have such character at all?
SIX-EARED-MACAQUE - gods, it feels so good to write that. You won’t see him in act one but he started as a villain in my story, especially to Ru, and slowly evolved into a gray character. I have a feeling he might become readers’ favourite for REASONS 🙈
💔 what is your main character’s worst nightmare? (Favourite horror story)
Hehe.
Wukong seeing his loved one and his (not blood related) little brother die in his arms and being unable to help in any way.
Ru’s would be seeing all of her efforts end up in her not getting another chance due to stupid mistake.
❤️🩹 How would your character comfort someone?
Ru is terrible at this and is only gonna get worse XD. A shoulder pat here and there, a non-commital hum of agreement. But she would stay and keep vigilant while you processed. So that has to mean something.
Wukong would croon and hug and be as tactile as he can be (as he had proven). If it’s someone he loves, he would not leave the hurt person alone and try to be at two places at the same time to both stay close and provide for them. Listening though? He miiiight have a little bit of an issue with staying focused unless he’s properly angry on your behalf.
💝 If you could give your character a happy ending right here and there, how would they react?
Ru would not be happy. At all XD Part of this story revolves around the idea that sometimes the things you want can change and evolve and you need to address that fact instead of blindly following the plan or you will end up miserable despite gaining what you’ve “always wanted”.
Wukong would be ecstatic about coming back home in glory. I’d like to think he’d have moments of “what-ifs” and feeling a little bit of yearning for what might have been but he is a creature of wonder and a wanderer so he just might fill that lonely feeling with more adventures.
That’s all - thanks a lot for reading! I’m not gonna nominate anyone else, since I already nominated a lot of people.
(Although I would have killed to see @kyri45 answers to those questions regarding her absolute masterpiece which is “shadowpeach bio parents au” and her comic about it. What can I say, in my story the macaque is not a romantic interest to Wukong but in her take and in Lego universe? They are PERFECT)
Chapters: 19/?
Fandom: 黑神话：悟空 | Black Myth: Wukong (Video Game), Xi You Ji | Journey to the West - Wu Cheng'en
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Sun Wukong | Monkey King/Original Female Character(s), Bai Long Ma | White Dragon Horse & Sha Wujing | Sandy & Sun Wukong | Monkey King & Zhu Bajie | Pigsy, Sun Wukong | Monkey King & Tang Sanzang | Tripitaka
Characters: Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Tang Sanzang | Tripitaka, Sha Wujing | Sandy, Zhu Bajie | Eight-Precepts Pig, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Character Death, Character Death(s), be warned, Mentions of Cancer, Rebirth, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Author plays loose with chinese mythology and folklore I mean, anything to get the love story working, Author Has Not Read Journey to the West, yet - Freeform, Angst, So much angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like OC in first chapter, Author reserves the right to add more tags later, Protective Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Protective OC, charming Sun wukong, how is that not a tag?, The Author Regrets Nothing, mistreatment of the OC by the gods, she will bite them back some day, It's a goddamn slowburn now apparently, Slow Burn, This fic is supposed to have three acts and we're not even finished with halfway of act one, send reinforcements someone
Summary:
Who could refuse an offer for a second chance?
Certainly not Ruth, whose life has so far consisted of long hospital stays and damning prognoses. If all she has to do is play a nurse to a group of pilgrims back in seventh century to earn her second chance, she would be a fool not to take it.
If only she knew that the unforeseen cost of that second chance may be her heart.
When you want to come back to updating your fic, but first you need to actually finish the chapter, comment on everyone else’s fics (the ones you silently read in shame while lurking without updating), make the promised art and character evaluations and hopefully find the time to reread the damn thing before you post something clashing with your own canon…
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