Tales of a thousand names

jttw

I'm definitely gonna color this piece, this is inspired by @thecinnamoncheese fic Can I stay?, I just love the relationship that Guanyin and wukongs have, it's so mom coded, it made me cry a LOT not gonna lie.

Guanyin is a really patient mother with a very ADHD criminal of a Son.👌

A dual story idea, where the main characters each experience a near death situation and are forced into each other's bodies. Neither are able to return to their original bodies and both of them are far away from each other.

The Queen turned Saintess is able to hide her identity with the ruse of amnesia, the Saintess turned Queen however is spotted almost immediately and practically interrogated. The Queen's friends believing that she did this on purpose due to a spell that hit the Queen before she passed out for three days (Right before the Saintess woke up in her body).

Now the Queen has to learn how to be a Saintess without getting found out by the Saintess's real family, and the Saintess has to learn how to hold her own against the many enemies that have been after the Queen for Years~

And what is the story without a little romance involved, A powerful mage who is trying to get his friend back but cannot help but be drawn to the sweet and kind nature of this Saintess. And a Prince who had not cared for the Saintess all that much being captivated by her new, rather head strong personality. (This Queen has seen how the Saintess is treated for being weaker than the other saintesses, and she is NOT on board with that)

Plus since I'm not the worst person to my characters let's have them able to speak with each other during the dual full moons and the regular full moons of the world. So they are able to speak roughly twice every 28 days.

And maybe adding in a curse so while they are in different kingdoms unless they get rid of the curse neither can fully reach the other. Due to a mountain range that both are unable to enter (Due to this curse).

Any thoughts or questions?

@sleepingdramaqueen

@mehiwilldoitlater

some random drawings/doodles of Wukong and Wu Siqi! + my final designs of the jttw crew!

I also gave Tang the cuntiest eyeliner for no reason? LMAOOOOOO 💀

Tian Peng caught Blondie's tail and is being a prick about it..TP gang up on him right after he just got out of the furnace so Blondie was disoriented asf and partially blind shit was not fair at all lmfao..i think imma make him tail-less canon now

I've changed the design of the Meilin from the future just a little bit.

I love Meilin's "mask," but I don't see her showing it at all in the future. So I thought it would be a good idea to do it like this:

The "masks" of mystical monkeys become brighter depending on the percentage of magic they use.

You tell Wukong you don’t want friends. He doesn’t try to change your mind, but he does have something to say about doing everything alone.

You find him before he finds you, perched on the edge of a rooftop, staff resting across his shoulders, tail flicking lazily in the warm breeze. Sun Wukong always looks like he’s doing nothing, but you’ve learned better. He notices everything.

Including you.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone again,” he says without turning, voice light but not careless. “Your friends have been asking about you.”

You don’t sit beside him right away. You linger a few steps back, fingers tightening in your sleeves.

“I know.”

He hums, finally glancing over his shoulder. There’s no accusation in his eyes, just quiet curiosity. That almost makes it harder.

You take a breath.

“I… prefer it that way.”

That gets his full attention.

Wukong shifts, turning to face you properly now, one leg dangling off the roof. “Prefer what way?”

You hesitate, but you’ve already come this far.

“Being alone,” you admit. “I don’t… want friends. Not really.” Your voice doesn’t waver as much as you expected. “It’s easier. Quieter. No expectations, no worrying about messing things up or losing people. Just, me.”

The words sit in the air between you.

For once, Wukong doesn’t jump in with a joke.

He studies you, expression unreadable at first. Then something softer settles in. Understanding, not pity.

“Huh,” he says quietly.

Not that’s wrong.

Not you shouldn’t feel that way.

Just… acknowledgment.

You finally sit down, leaving a bit of space between you. He doesn’t close it.

“You know,” he says after a while, “people always assume being alone is the worst thing that can happen to someone.”

You glance at him.

“They’re wrong.”

That… isn’t what you expected.

“I’ve had centuries of it,” he continues, voice quieter now, less performative. “Not the peaceful kind, either. The kind where it’s just you and your thoughts, over and over, with nothing to interrupt them.”

A faint smirk tugs at his lips. “Gets real old, real fast.”

You huff softly. “That doesn’t exactly sound like you’re agreeing with me.”

“I’m not disagreeing either.”

You look away again.

“I’m choosing it,” you insist, quieter now.

“I believe you.”

There’s no hesitation. No doubt.

And that makes your chest tighten more than if he’d just argued.

Wukong shifts, pulling one knee up, resting his arm over it. He’s closer now, not invading your space, but present in a way that’s impossible to ignore.

“What does ‘friends’ mean to you?” he asks.

You frown. “What?”

“Humour me.”

You hesitate, then sigh. “....It means… expectations. Talking all the time. Being there when you don’t have the energy. Feeling like you’re doing something wrong if you don’t respond the ‘right’ way. It means eventually messing up and losing them anyway.”

Your voice dips slightly.

“It means it’s temporary.”

The last word almost disappears into the wind.

Wukong doesn’t respond immediately.

When he does, his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it.

“…Yeah. That tracks.”

You blink, surprised.

“No big speech?” you ask.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” he says dryly. “Just none that would actually help right now.”

That earns the smallest hint of a smile from you.

He notices. Of course he does.

“But listen,” he continues, tone steady. “Not wanting that kind of connection? That doesn’t make you broken. It means you’ve learned what drains you.”

You relax slightly at that.

“But,” he adds, and you knew there’d be a but, “cutting everyone out, isn’t the same as protecting your energy.”

You don’t answer immediately.

Because he’s not entirely wrong.

“I don’t feel lonely,” you say, softer this time.

He nods. “Then I’ll believe you.”

No argument. No pushback.

Just trust.

“I don’t get to decide how you live your life,” he replies simply. “And I’m not gonna force you into something that makes you uncomfortable just because it fits some nice, neat idea of what people should want.”

Wukong leans back on his hands, looking up at the sky. “You don’t have to have a bunch of friends. Or any, if that’s really what you want.” A beat. “Doesn’t change anything between us, though.”

You blink. “You’re not… bothered?”

“Why would I be?” he says, glancing at you again. “You’re not rejecting me. You’re just telling me how you exist.”

That lands somewhere deep in your chest.

“I like being around you,” he adds casually, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “But I don’t need you to be someone who thrives in a crowd for that to work.”

The space between you doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

After a moment, you shift just a little closer—not all the way, just enough.

Wukong notices.

He doesn’t comment.

Oooohhhhhh theemmmm😔👐✨✨

I actually made this a long time even before iwictty was over, but redrew it recently :3

I’m not gonna add something, if I like

compared to his other AU versions, he's a real armored titan....

Mac is really putting himself in mortal danger for fun... but he' is 's still alive, so everything's okay

and lil meme

Destroy Everything - Black Myth Wukong

I saw this audio being used and thought it suited the 6 eared macaque arc~

I wasn’t sure whether to commit to the Black Myth Wukong art style until later so it is not as accurate as I would have liked 🚰‧̫🚰