His dads lap is Wukongs favorite place to sit.
Tripitaka has all but given up on trying to get the child to actually meditate and has decided that quiet moments like this will have to suffice.
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A little slice from their journey west during a peaceful moment.
This is my first time actually trying to draw Tripitaka, I do NOT know how to do bald people but I tried.
Wukongs design has gone through some revisions from the first time I drew him, normally i draw him more scraggly but this was before he became what was essentially a feral child alone with frayed clothes and leaves/twigs in their hair.
This is the first time I felt confident enough to post a drawing let alone something from a fic I wrote, i havent drawn in years but this idea had me in a choke hild i had to dig out my pencils and sketchbooks. I can not color, at least not digitally so traditional art is what you're getting I'm sorry😭