Fics Written in the Stars

My first attempt at drawing these two that I started months ago, abandoned for a while and just finished 💛💙

Day 1 of @suntangworld'ss Suntang Week: Wukong and Sanzang come to a thriving Flowering Fruit Mountain.

"It's beautiful."

"It is," Tang Sanzang said with a nod. "It really is."

The cloud lowered them down on a cliff, near a glimmering waterfall. It was beautiful, crystal clear water reflecting as Sun Wukong hopped off the cloud. For once, he didn't offer a hand to help Sanzang down, and he couldn't blame him.

Flowering Fruit Mountain was beautiful. While it had been chilly, at a certain point, the weather had changed to the perfect balmy summer day. The sky was bright blue, perfectly puffy white clouds rolling across, not disturbing the bright sun. He had seen various creatures as they descended, from phoenixes to birds to even the monkeys coming to greet them, all thriving.

What caught his breath was how green it was.

He had thought the emperor's gardens were beautiful. It was perfectly manicured, with the plants kept thriving and green. Flowers blossomed elegantly.

It paled in comparison to this.

The plants grew wild, unhinged in their natural beauty. Such a variety of colors, all with a beautiful emerald green background! Flowers blossomed, fruits hung thick and sweet, and all were reaching for Wukong. He reached up and let out a shaky breath as a vine curled around his hand, as if it was greeting an old friend.

Knowing Wukong, it was greeting an old friend.

"The last time I was here…" he whispered. "It was still just ash."

Sanzang walked up. When he was close enough, he could see tears glinting in Wukong's eyes. Unsure of what else to do, he reached up and offered his hand.

A vine came close and settled in his palm, a beautiful orange flower blossoming in front of his eyes.

"Maybe that was what it needed," he said.

Wukong turned towards him, his smile dropping. "What?"

"I've heard it said," Sanzang was not frightened. Wukong didn't seem angry- he looked more confused. Maybe even a bit heartbroken. He reached out with his other hand and took his disciple's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That wild areas blossom after a wildfire. Some plants cannot grow without fire. Maybe that was what your mountain needed."

Maybe that had been what Wukong needed.

Wukong hummed, turning his gaze back to his thriving mountain.

"Yeah… maybe."

Ooooofff and if this is POST kids???

I imagine Sage finds the book when the twins are old enough to move into the office-turned-storage-turned-nursery.

They'd only made space for one baby, but with two they decided the office had to go completely so the nursery could fit both babies.

Sage finds it in a box labeled 'misc. junk?'

He sits and reads through it, quickly realizing it's his fiancé's journal. And the more he reads, the more horrified he is.

He can understand venting about his friend's issues (Sage vents to Pure Vanilla all the time about his friends) but the entries about his own issues, using food and drink as a punishment??

Suddenly, his fiance's aversions to certain foods when they "argue" (and, really, he doesn't think any of their "arguments" have been that bad considering the long con Pure Vanilla had pulled off as Truthless Recluse) suddenly makes sense. The way he always gets himself sick after a fight...

Edit: @cook-boss-88did a dub! Go check it out!!

"You Horny Bastard" is exactly what I said when Kallamar came up and gave me this quest yesterday.

This Trebre btw

So, does Yorabba give off He/Him Lesbian vibes to anyone else or it is just me?

Anyway, I really like Yorabba being so judgy of The Lamb. "This little lamb is suppose to be the last of us? Our people are to live on in them, in this little fluff of wool?"

The absolutely pervasive mentality that unwanted criticism or critique shouldn't be given and should be ignored is why fans of color don't stay in fan spaces.

And I am not going to mince words here:

A lot of you are racist. A lot of your fan works are racist.

That might have been difficult to hear. And if it was, you should probably reflect on why that was.

"Fandom etiquette" has created a space where fans of color either bite our tongues and eventually leave or say something, get dogged on, and then eventually leave.