This is shitposting about my fanfic vs. any sort of serious headcanon about the show. I’m working with the idea that Jack’s got some tiny gaps in his memory because ~spoilers~ so I might as well throw this in.
Thinking about making this post kept me up last night
I sometimes wonder if I should post this weird NWS Samurai Jack fanfic I started a while ago that was based on an overly detailed dream I had. Looking at the project, it's a bit more fragmented and rough than I remember it being. I'm not sure I'll ever do anything with it. I was having fun taking the wonky dream logic shit at face value so maybe someday?
Post got rambly.I t’s about boring worldbuilding more than anything NWS. Sorry!
If I were ever to finish it, it’d probably be the best fucking fanfic about Jack ending up in a polyamorous relationship with some people he met in an underground city and that’s all it fucking is. I actually liked the characters a lot, but the whole thing wasn’t amazing enough that I’d ever work it into original fiction.
There was worldbuilding, albeit nothing super complicated. In fact, that was the fucking point: Because of dream shit, the people in the city practiced what’s essentially some weird form of folk Catholicism involving science. (???) Kinda fun, but it meant that I had to at least attempt to explain why Catholicism existed. So he core idea was that Aku was more motivated by petty grudges (such as the one kicking off the story) than a desire for actual conquest. I am not even going to speculate as to if Jesus actually existed because it doesn’t fucking matter. The point is, Aku apparently didn’t have enough of a beef with the Pope to shut Catholicism down immediately. He might’ve at some point because I’m pretty sure I implied that there wasn’t a central Catholic church anymore. It’s hard to say because it’s also the distant future, so a number of things could’ve happened.
The world building was a tiny bit more complicated than that, so I might .cannibalize aspects for other projects. (No weird Catholic stuff) Unfortunately, I had to rediscover a snippet of something that i thought was really good so...yup, I guess I haven’t given up on that yet. Fuck.
Whenever I can focus again, I my next priority is probably going to at least make a little more progress on Dokuga’s story. I’m still mulling over some ideas for the main story—Jack and Jill need to go on a pointless sidequest, for example—but my other writing’s more or less planned out.
I’m considering starting my Leiko reboot, but I’m still waffling about something there, too.
I had a really random nitpick about The Dragon Prince: I fucking hated that part where Callum went off and saw a vision of Rayla’s parents and only relayed the information back to her with a drawing. He doesn’t have as much of an emotional connection to Rayla’s parents, so having them both somehow seeing what happened because ~magic~ just made more sense to me.
Again, really random nitpick. But it did help me plot something. Jill retreats into...I don’t know, some weird realm and I was having trouble fitting in her explaining to Jack exactly what happened because there’s something else they need to talk about. After struggling to make it work, I remembered my ranting. So sure, Jack drinks some weird tea now and he’s there, too, because ~magic.~
I somehow forgot I have a literal self-insert with God powers in my fic verse. It’s gonna be worse now that the show’s given me closure, whether I liked it or not. This is from some weird side thing I may or may not finish.
I planned on meeting with Leiko, but I wrote myself into the wrong time period. That was pretty easy to do considering I’d recently adjusted the timeline. From where I am in said timeline, Jack has been wandering for a few months and Leiko has met him at least once, maybe twice—I haven’t made up my mind.
I could’ve sworn my original idea was that all of the buildings were made out of scrap metal, but in my earlier, unfinished version of the story, only Toshi lives in a place like that. This time around, everyone lives in houses with scrap metal exteriors and decent interiors.
“Y’all are in my canon now, bitches. Well, OK, y’all were always in my canon, but now there’s no way out. Y’ALL!” (Author’s Note: Seriously, I’m from Texas, but I say y’all for grammatical reasons. I had to get this out of my system because it pisses me off that there’s no reason for these characters to say that.) “I’m here to write stuff and drink bubble tea and I don’t know where to get bubble tea in this place.”
I’ll go write in a teashop. Maybe I’ll even describe the interior as practice.
Fuck yeah.
I then create a bubble tea shop and act as a plot contrivance for Toshi because it’s funny.
I’m not even filling a plot hole. It’s just a dumb aside. From the main story
Jack said, “You are being kind enough that I am not worried that you have ill intentions.”
“Even after what happened with Ikra?”
“Did you hear about that? I only told one person about that.”
“She was a writer though, yeah? I met her.”
“Did she write something about that story?”
She shook her head. “She said it’s already been told by someone else in a different medium, whatever that means,” she said, shaking her head a little. “I almost can’t believe Aku did that, even after all the things I know he’s done.”
“The encounter left me more cautious, but I still try my best to look for the good in people when I can,” Jack said, “even when it is not easy.”
Toshi didn’t read anything into Jack’s words. “That’s good to hear. I’m not sure how I’d react, considering Aku’s already taken so much from me.”