#it's about the journey not the destination

[boy-interrupted98]

Meanwhile:

Chapter VII: The Pathless Path

Direction is addiction. Purpose is propaganda. The sacred lies in the step—not in where it lands.

The obsession with destination is a form of fear. It clings to outcomes, goals, measurable arrival. But the deepest truths cannot be reached. They can only be moved through. The pathless path does not lead. It accompanies.

Taoism teaches wu wei: effortless action, movement without force. Camus gives us Sisyphus, not as punishment, but as affirmation—rolling the stone without need for meaning beyond the doing. Pilgrimage in its truest form is not about the shrine. It is about being walked by the road.

To embrace the pathless is not nihilism. It is attention without control. It is reverence without grasping. Let the journey disorient. Let the wanderer remain unclaimed.

Parable:

A wanderer crosses deserts, forests, cities. People ask: “What are you seeking?” She smiles, but never answers. Years pass. One day, a child follows her, barefoot. After many miles, the child asks, “What happens if we stop?” She replies, “We’ll still be walking. Only without our feet.”

Philosophical Opposition Note (Chapter VII)

Teleological systems — for reducing existence to goals.

Rationalists — for demanding justification for motion.

Moral progressivists — for tying value to linear ascent.

Echo:

Taoists — for honoring motion without motive.

Camus — for dignifying absurd movement.

Mystics and pilgrims — for walking with no end but walking.

[lilybug-02]

Hey. I want to read your comic on Hollow Knight so bad but don’t want to play the game yet. So I’ve got two questions. One does your game spoil anything and two do I need to be engrossed in the fandom to enjoy it. Your comic just looks so good but I’m backlogged by a million different games

Completely understandable. I have multiple games I want to play, but I only play them one at a time.

I wouldn’t say my comic spoils TOO MUCH. There are characters and stories you will only see at the end of the game, but Hollow Knight is not about the destination, it’s about the journey.

The game spans multiple different locations, with plenty of lore to fill a book. So even if you are spoiled on some things, there’s plenty more to discover.

And with the question about needing to be in the fandom? No, you do not. :) The characters stand on their own in my comic, without much backstory needed.

[quantumbutterflies]

CW: soft yandere Phainon, kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, a bit emotional, female reader, mention of pregnancy/having children

Phainon was like a sun in a cloudy sky.

You don’t mind being his captive, secured to his home and Phainon being the only person you ever get to see. If your presence, or your sacrifice, can comfort or help him in any way, you were happy to stay here with him.

“I love you,” Phainon whispers the confession into your shoulder, the air of confidence melted away to show how uncertain he really was about everything. “I may… not know where the future is going to go, or if we’re… doing the right thing, but I do know one thing for certain. I truly love you.”

In the prophecy you are known as the bride of the one who is destined to inherit Kephale’s coreflame, the girl carrying the fate of the world with her soon to be husband.

You nod slowly, your expression growing flustered at how close he is. “I know, Phainon. You’re always doing your best, it’s okay to be unsure.”

You gently comb your fingers through his hair, and he melts at your gentle touch.

He feels like he could break at your kindness.

In the beginning, it was true you struggled against him, even tried to run away like Cipher. Eventually you gave in to your destiny, Phainon was always so heart meltingly sweet to you it was hard to stay upset about fulfilling your role by his side for very long.

“The Flame Chase Journey is almost over. We’re getting married soon,” He sounds incredibly excited, like he is looking forward to the idea of making you his wife even more than becoming a god. “Are you nervous?” “A little,” You admit. “It’s just… a lot, I don’t want to disappoint anyone…”

Phainon’s expression shifts to one of total seriousness. He rolls you over so he has you pinned underneath him, and he quickly climbs on top of you to hold you in place. “You could never be disappointing.” He tells you honestly, the shadows on his face only adding to his stern expression. 

“I mean, look at you…” He says, leaning in closer and gazing at you with a lovestruck expression.

“This cute smile.” His thumb traces along your bottom lip, tilting your head up so you’re forced to look him directly in the eyes. “Those beautiful eyes…” He trails off for a moment, getting lost in his fantasies. “I really hope our children have them.”

Your face feels warm, and you’re stunned by his words. His admission that he wants you to bear his children leaves something new stirring inside you, and you quickly realize you’re warming up to the idea of loving him too.

The only thing you can do is stare back at him.

“You’re perfect.” He says in awe, gently dragging his fingertips along your cheek in a loving caress. “In every way, you know.”

He lets out a sigh, rolling you over again so you’re now the one laying on top of him. It makes you giggle a bit, Phainon wrapping his arms around you, hugging you so close to him.

“I love you so much it feels unbearable,” His voice is barely above a whisper, “You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I need you.”

He smiles at you, practically beaming, the love in his eyes still evident.

“If it was a choice between you and the world, or even the fate of Amphoreus itself…” Phainon melts in contentment as you snuggle closer, embracing him just as tightly.

“I would pick you every time.”

Most people who look up to Phainon see him as courageous to a fault, but they don’t know of the times he sobs into your arms. Restless and with tears streaming down his face, apologizing to you over and over, the ghosts of the past written all over his face.

You know he tries to carry himself with an optimistic aura in everyday life, but you see the sadness behind those weary blue eyes of his.

Sadness he only shows to you.

You think you may know him too well sometimes. You aren’t sure if he wants you to see him so vulnerable, or if he’s showing his scars to the only person willing to actually listen.

You’re glad to be that person for him, the only solace in a life full of worries and expectations.

In all the time you’ve known him, Phainon’s smile has never reached his eyes. Those depths of shining beautiful blue are so deeply haunted, with daylight as endless as Okhema’s. Eyes that are like the sky if it were an abyss of pained regret.

How badly you wish to grow wings and soar into that beautiful sky. You swear you would part the clouds for him. Rain judgment on everything that ever hurt him.

Phainon deserves clear skies.

How happy you would be to see the sun for the first time, without anything obscuring it.

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Sally: Remember, it's about the journey, not the destination...

Julie: And not all who wander are lost!

Poppy: *silently listening on the phone*

Sally: ...but we are definitely lost.

Julie: Please send help.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

“There was a mosaic on the floor of the vast rotunda below. It appeared in brief flashes between partygoers: two wolves chasing each other, destined to move in circles for as long as the Ice Court stood” is not a particularly subtle metaphor for Kaz and Inej’s relationship, especially not as it comes barely a minute after the end of their confrontation on the roof, but it is a particularly beautiful one that has stayed with me very consistently. And perhaps a little more subtle is the other side of the metaphor, that the Ice Court does metaphorically fall; the cycle can be and is broken. There’s arguably a deeper layer in the sense of the mural appearing “in flashes between partygoers” that echoes the way Kaz and Inej are not necessarily understood by those around them, not only as individuals but in the nature of their relationship as well, and that through the façades they maintain the truth can be occasionally glimpsed; they are “twin soldiers, pretending they [are] fine” but in flashes, flashes the reader is gently guided through by the other characters’ eyes as they bear witness to them, the truth can be seen.

Based on the timing of its appearance this metaphor is most likely intended in the more romantic lens, but there could also be another beautiful way to interpret it as the cycle of pain and cruelty - or vengeance. These are, after all, what most of the characters find synonymous with the Ice Court at this time and what Matthias will come to associate with it as well during his journey to free himself from Drüskelle cult and come to terms with the abuse he was dealt. Off the back of the previous conversation and because we’re seeing it through Inej’s eyes, we could relate this to the warnings she gives Kaz during the Bathroom Scene in Crooked Kingdom; the questions about what makes him different from Pekka Rollins, what makes the people he’s conned and hurt and killed different from the child he used to be. And whilst we can perhaps say that although Kaz still enacts his revenge that the cycle may be broken because he is a better person than Rollins, it is still a fact that his actions have contributed to the cycle and there are people for whom the pain he inflicted will cause them to inflict pain onto others. For where else we could look, then, for the breaking of this cycle with the metaphorical fall of the Ice Court? Back to the wolf symbolism; back to Matthias.

Matthias was raised in the hatred and violence and cruelty of this place and this regime, but it is on this journey and in the connection to these people - to Nina, his adversary and love who forced him to question himself and his world; to Jesper, who he was forced to form an opinion on before discovering he was Grisha; to Inej, who has a beautiful and individual connection to her religion without the organisation that Matthias has seen twisted and warped and weaponised; to Wylan, who suffered at the hands of his father as Matthias suffered at the hands of a father figure; to Kaz, with whom he shares so many parallels and echoes in personality and history - that brings about the metaphorical fall of the Ice Court and allows Matthias to break the cycle he was trapped in, that all of the children indoctrinated into the Drüskelle cult are trapped in.

But Matthias dies before he gets to change the world. Because no matter what metaphor their disruption bore the Ice Court is still standing, and the wolves are still howling. Chasing each other, like he and Nina once did, like the cycle of pain and torment will, for as long as the Ice Court stands.

[gothamhappiness]

Persephone - Final Part V (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Hi everyone, this is the last part of this series about reader being married to Bruce. Her past calls her back to the secret organisation her father used to reign over.

You can find part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here and part 4 here.

This series is some continuation of this other series "Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey"

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, angst/comfort, dark!reader, mention of killing, some sort of break up, good ending

That night, you couldn’t sleep. 

Batman was out and you decided to do the same.

You didn’t tell anyone you were leaving the house, and you walked straight to the Underworld. You put the gold mask back on and you asked questions. You learnt your mother told the Owls about your identity, which was putting you and your family in great danger. You couldn’t believe Bruce and the children kept things from you: important information that could have cost so many lives. It seemed that when it was about you, they were unable to logically think anymore.

You asked your best assassin to kill your mother. You didn’t feel anything, no sadness or guilt. You were a Queen who was acting like she had to, nothing more.

And then you agreed to swim though the Lazarus Pit. That night, you became who you were destined to be, you became Persephone.

You phoned your husband outside of the Underworld.

“Love, are you alright?” he asked you, as he was actually driving back home, hoping to be able to sleep by your side for a few hours.

“The Owls know who I am” you said

“We’ll deal with the situation, don’t worry” Bruce tried to appease you

“If they know who I am, it means that they will burst into the manor at any moment. It can’t happen, you’ve got enough to deal with. I’m going to put an end to the Owls. I’m gonna destroy them forever.” you sternly told him

“How about we talk about this once I’ll be home. I’ll be there in a few minutes” Bruce tried again

“No. I can’t trust you or your children, not about this situation. I need to finally obey my duty. It has been calling for me for so long… “

“Wait, wait, darling, I know we shouldn’t have handled things like we did but…” Bruce started to panic and he drove even faster, not realising you were already gone

“Goodbye, darling. I’ll see you some days” you hang up and get rid of your phone.

Bruce felt his heart break and sink inside his ribcage.

He couldn’t believe what happened, he couldn’t believe you would be gone when he would finally arrive at home.

Your absence had always been unbearable to him, but it was even worse now as it felt like a punishment. He tried to call you and to look out for you, in vain. Not knowing what was happening to you was driving him insane. He failed to keep you safe and he hated himself for that.

Months went by and no one heard about the Underworld anymore. 

Or about you. 

Until one night.

“Why shouldn’t I arrest you”? Batman asked a man he was holding by the vest.

Batman was known for being quite on edge for the past few months, as well as the other vigilantes in town. Hence they were a little bit less forgiving when they were catching a goon, even when it was just for a stealing situation.

“Because he’s working for me, hon?” you hummed

Batman instantly recognised your voice and let go of the man, before looking up to find you sitting on a balcony. You were wearing a mask, your identity safely concealed behind it, so Persephone, Queen of the Underworld could brightly shine. You jumped next to them and gestured to your man to go with a movement of your head. The man obeyed without thinking about it. Batman didn’t move. Your husband hadn’t been that close to you in months. He was overwhelmed with hope. He just wanted to kiss you and to bring you back home, where he could worship you.

“I think you’ve got something that’s mine” you said with a tilt of your head as you looked at the usb key Batman was holding. 

He presented it to you, but when you reached for it, he grabbed your wrist to bring you as close as possible to him

“Come back home” he whispered to you

“Batman, that’s not very professional of you” you teased

“I just want my wife home” he murmured again

You felt how vulnerable he was in the instant, how much he was missing you. But you weren’t too sure you were able to come back home anymore. So much had changed, and you didn’t know if Batman would agree to live with the Queen of the Underworld. You really missed him too, and more than once you woke up because you couldn’t find him in the bed next to you, but you believed you couldn’t get both the Underworld and your husband at the same time.

You had no idea how much the man would have agreed with anything to get you back.

“Are you sure I’m still your wife?” you asked, with a hint of sadness in your voice

“Yes. Even if you were a criminal, you would still be my wife” he firmly told you

“So I’m not a criminal?” you arched an eyebrow

“You’re keeping everyone in lines and you’re fighting off the Court of Owls. I can help. We can be allies in this too.” he said

“I can’t trust you.” you said as you tried to move from him but he didn’t let you go

“Of course you can. No more lies.” he promised

“I’m a Queen now, you won’t be able to boss me around, like you do with the children or with the Justice League, you know” you added with the hint of a smile in your voice

“You’ve always been my queen.” he leaned closer to you as his hand moved to your hips so he could press your body against his.

“Give me the device and I’ll be home at the end of the week” you promised

He felt feverish to feel you so close to him again. He didn’t want to let you go, because he had no idea if he would see you again. He finally and very reluctantly removed his hands from you and handed you the key over. You thanked him before disappearing in the night. He watched you go, hoping you would keep your words. He didn’t want to have to hunt you down and force you to come back by his side, where he believed you belonged.

Bruce felt like he would never reach the end of the week. And when it was finally time to see you, Batman got urgently needed in Arkham. He was cursing his bad luck, but he had a job to do. He was worried you wouldn’t wait for him.

Actually you sent some of your people to help deal with the situation. Once everything was calm again and that Batman was alone in front of the asylum, you showed yourself.

“Bringing me home?” you asked

You didn’t really expect to see Batman falling on his knees and hugging you. You watched around and were glad no one could witness such a scene.

“Come on darling” you whispered “You’ll hug me once we’ll be home” you added as you made him look at you by gently cupping his chin.

He leaned into your warm touch before getting up and guiding you toward his Batmobile. You got in and at the instant the car was closed and no one could see inside, your husband reached for your mask. You let him remove it and you looked for his eyes. He grabbed your face and crashed your lips against his. You smiled at his eagerness and melted against him. You found yourself straddling his lap to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to your bottom as you removed his cowl to cup his face. It felt so good to be pressed against his body. You had missed him so much.

“I know I’ve been a terrible wife to you, but I love you” you whispered to him

“I love you too” he replied back as he hugged you against his chest, closing his eyes in well being “I promise you can get both” he added, knowing you so well he understood that you had disappeared from his life because you didn’t think you could get the Underworld and him at the same time

“Are you sure about that?” you asked as you looked up at him

“Yes, Persephone, anything for you. I told you, I just need my wife back”.

And he did get you back.

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[qwilrin]

Nevertheless, love is able to overcome any obstacles and adversities.

A beautiful maiden whose eyes resembled an adulyar, midnight black hair, milky white skin like pearls, without a single flaw, beautiful pink lips stretched in a gentle smile. The protector of the Night, Runoa. A human child that was born under the moonlight in one of the cities of a distant kingdom. Growing up, she was blessed by the Moon, becoming a faithful servant who guards the peace of the Night and her children forever.

Did she know what fate was destined for her?

Somewhere far away, where no human had ever set foot, on a land protected by thorns, there lived a beautiful dragon. He was handsome, but arrogant. Black hair was like a starless night, ornate horns towered over his head, pointed ears listened to every rustle of the forest, and emerald eyes with sharp pupils shone brightly in the night. His majestic gaze enveloped the entire thorn valley, seeking to protect its inhabitants.

They met under the cover of night, the moon shone brightly on that clearing, as if blessing their meeting and further journey. They stared into each other's eyes, never taking their eyes off each other. People were afraid of the dragon, and he expected her face to contort with fear and she would run away. But that didn't happen. The eternally young girl gave him her most wonderful smile she was capable of. They both felt it. The spark that ran between them. The girl, not afraid of the danger coming from the dragon, ran up to him, telling him her name. Oh, young child, what is happening to you? Are you just going to let the beast grab you like that? The dragon looked at her, trying to appear as majestic as ever, but was broken by her kind heart. Runoa was not afraid of the dragon. She wanted to stay with him longer. He realized this and gave his name. Mallen. He felt her heart beat faster, and a lovely blush covered her cheeks. What will happen next? The moon, being the only witness of this meeting, watched the path of these two. Their fates are now intertwined forever.

Mallen and Runoa spent their nights flying in each other's company. And they didn't care if anyone noticed them, if anyone heard their happy laughter. Children of the night, in whose eyes there was tenderness. And soon their love blossomed into bright, lush red rose buds. They couldn't imagine life without each other.

Once you have known the taste of love, you will not be able to live without it.

Gradually, the inhabitants of the forest found out about them, but seeing the happiness in the eyes of their king, they could not resist their love.

Love will strike down even the sky, forcing you to kneel before it.

The Defender of the Night betrayed people, betrayed the place where she was born. Betrayed her for a man. She betrayed him for the sake of the fairies. It became like a grave sin for people.

Is love worth such sacrifices?

The Defender of the Night didn't care about people's thoughts and gossip, because she gave her heart to the dragon and her soul to the creatures of the night. Every day, the two of them worked together for the benefit of the Valley of Thorns. Thanks to Runoa, the forest gained a second life. The trees bore sweet fruits that couldn't be compared to the pitiful human food. The grass became greener, and the land became more fertile, and what it could give could not be compared with anything. The water that flowed in the rivers became transparent and clear, as if the radiance of the moon was incredibly beautifully reflected in the water surface. Insects, birds and animals, and with them fairies have taken on a new life. Mallen and Runoa, king and queen, were praised, loved and revered.

Love lives where sinners have no place.

People have a grudge against fairies. How is it? Isn't the Protector of the Night human? She should be on the side of those whose blood flowed in her veins! The traitor! The sinner! Why doesn't the moon punish her for her sin? Was she on the side of those damned fairies?

Fairies didn't care about humans, only some of them mocked mortals. People can't get into the Valley of Thorns. The defense is too strong.

Meanwhile, the whole Valley rejoiced at the wonderful news. Their queen is expecting a baby!

The future parents were happy waiting for the long-awaited baby. A child born in the love of such great people should be no less strong and majestic than their parents. Runoa was able to give birth to an egg without complications. And so, in a few more years, a wonderful little dragon will be born, which in the future will strike fear into people.

On the day of the baby's hatching, the entire Valley held its breath. The sky was rumbling, and from the cradle came the screech of a dragon that wanted to hatch and embrace its parents as soon as possible.

Dragons can only have children because of the strong love and care between their parents.

A beautiful girl has been born.Her lovely scales shimmered, both in the light of the moon and the sun. Nature rejoiced at the long-awaited child. Birds and animals came and came to look at the baby. The child was named Maleficent. And so the years and decades passed, the Valley of Thorns knew no worries. Senta grew up, constantly gaining new knowledge, she had friends, wonderful parents. There was no one in the Valley who didn't love her.

But does happiness last long?

People with grudges turned against the fairies and declared war. The war that lasted for years is over. But for this, Maleficent's parents paid with their lives, leaving the girl an orphan forever.

That was the price of love for them.

The fairies did not leave Maleficent in the lurch. They shared the grief of the child from the loss of his family. The girl's grief was not comparable to that of the fairies. Maleficent swore that if not her, then her descendants would return everything to people in full.

But no one regretted those peaceful days. Runoa did not regret that she had given her life for the fairies. Their family will remain in the Valley's memory, even if one day this story is lost.

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A young girl was sitting in an armchair by a window in the castle walls. Her eyes resembled an adulyar (moonstone), midnight black hair, milky white skin, like pearls, without a single flaw, beautiful pink lips stretched in a gentle smile. A human child who gave her heart to a dragon. She looked up at the sky, admiring the beauty of the night, the stars twinkled as if welcoming her. With gentle movements of her hand, she stroked her rounded belly. Soon she will give birth to the heir of Briar Valley. A man entered the room, his black hair was like a starless night, ornate horns towered over his head, pointed ears listened to every rustle of the forest, and emerald eyes with sharp pupils shone brightly in the night... If Maleficent had been in the room, she would have definitely decided that they were her beloved parents. King Briar Valley carefully, trying not to disturb the silence, approached his wife, who was carrying their child under her heart. The girl felt his presence and turned around, her face lit up with the most beautiful smile that the world has seen.

Did she know what fate was destined for her?

A girl who was accidentally thrown into another world at a college where only men study. One quiet night, she met a beautiful dragon. They looked at each other point-blank, peering into the very soul. They both felt as if they had known each other for a very long time. Noah and Malleus. Wonderful names, aren't they? What a coincidence. It was as if two lost souls had met again, after millennia.

Nevertheless, love is able to overcome any obstacles and adversities.

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adular is a moonstone.

Runoa is a name meaning "Jade Moon".

Noa is a name meaning "movement". I used this name based on its meaning and similarity to the name Runoa. Movement in any form. The movement of life, time, and history. That's what I tried to portray in this post.

I don't speak English, so there may be mistakes in the text. I wrote the post through a translator. If you notice a mistake, write to me in the comments, I will take it into account. Even though this is my first work, I will accept criticism in any form, except for rudeness and insults. I'm just getting started with this app and it's still hard for me to understand all of its capabilities.

[meownotgood]

GRAAAAAAAAHHHH 40,000 WORDS OF AKI SEEXXXXXX RAAAAAAAAAAhhhh

[non-cannon]

Cruises are both the journey and the destination

[aimiblr]

Personally, if a reader doesn't feel like this, I think they're reading fanfiction wrong

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[m1nsur0]

Same Branch, Different Leaves.

[Sun Wukong and the Destined One]

[szynkaaa]

Some more Black Myth Wukong Destined One x reader / OC / self-insert / whatever-floats-your-boat thoughts

***** Black Myth: Wukong Ending Spoilers *****

While I know that in the true ending, the Destined Ones inherits all of Wukong's power and skill and memories and is basically the Monkey King reincarnated, I still kinda see them as two separate beings?

Especially in terms of shipping Destined One x reader LMFAO. IDK I just think this has a potential to be angsty or ending in a tragedy, like yeah you have heard stories of the great Monkey King (or not, depending on your character's backstory). But the monkey you are traveling with doesn't seem anything like the Great Sage you have heard so much about. It's hard to tell what he is thinking or wants but with time you learn how to read the Destined One (see my other hc here). This is the monkey you've been traveling with for some time, protecting you, listening to your woes and shower thoughts. Who made sure you were fed and safe and warm at night.

What does it mean then when he inherits all of Wukong's power and will and memories? Is his personality slowly gonna shift to be more and more like the monkey king's? Did the Destined One ever had a free will on his own? In the game when you die, a lot of times enemies will say "oh you are nothing like him" and that it is also not the first time the Destined One has been here (which I guess is tied to one of the game's ending). I think it's just kinda sad that the purpose of his entire existence is to go find the 6 relics, and then inherit Sun Wukong's memories and be basically the Monkey King reincarnated.

So I'm writing this with my OC in mind, but I feel like if she learns that his whole journey at the end is to become Sun Wukong and be his reincarnation, idk she is gonna absorb that information well. It may suddenly feel like you never really knew the Destined One at all? Was there ever a chance for you to be with him or be together? Once the Destined One inherits all of Sun Wukong's memories, will he still feel the same way about her? will he remember all the good times and bad times and ugly times they went through? I feel like there would be a whole new adjustment period lmfao. ofc this can all still end in a happy ending way, but right now my brain is just stuck in how sad this could also potentially be.

I think part of the reason why I also feel this way is because I am generally not a fan of the whole "past person reincarnated" trope (love isekai though).

I do love the game's ending as it is, but in terms of shipping with an OC or whatever (which is what I always do when I ✨ obsess ✨ over a fictional character), it's not my favorite

anyway yeah, I'm not good with putting my thoughts into words so I hope it makes sense what I'm trying to say

[the-alexel-lucas]

I have a scene planned for DAmN which will definitely frustrate people who want worldbuilding details. Natt has to go to the temple for a festival and right as the priest is getting into a lore dump he thinks "sermon on, brain off". Because the point isn't to learn about the religion or anything like that, it's set up for later that will eventually lead up to learning about all those things. But as Benno has drilled into our heads time and again you have to lay the groundwork first.

Lmao I’m always baffled by people’s take “It’s unrealistic for Myne to lose interest in anything that isn’t books!”

That’s literally her. That’s her whole character. She’s been like this since day 1. She doesn’t care to unearth the mysteries of the world, or the chemistry behind how things work (and she won’t JUST BCS YOU want to know) she cares about books and family and that’s abt it.

Anything else is secondary. She’s very much of the idea of “let the weirdo be weird in what they love” and it’s worked wonders

[destinedjourneyofwords]

I think of him and smile secretly,

When I walk alone When I see sunset When I talk to the moon When I see a single star When I hear a lovely song When strands of my hair slide over to touch my cheeks When I read a beautiful line When I write my heart out When I wear my earring When a flower or a leaf falls When the rain kisses and brings me the gift of petrichor When the sea drenches my foot

[sonny-whorezik]

THEY DONT NEED ME HERE AND I KNOW YOURE THERE

[nonsensenook]

Imagine While Witnessing the Final Fight (Spoilers for Black Myth Wukong):

You and Bajie watch in horror as The Destined One gets destroyed by The Great Sage's Broken Shell

Zhu Bajie: The kid's getting pulverized!

You (squinting): Is that a steel chair?