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I swear to gods Macaques hairstyle in the 2009 monkey king series is a nightmare-- I look at it and I recoil in pain and anger
So ive decided, it looks like that bc its a fucking mess 24/7 with extra leafs added "for style"
I love how much theyre actual kids in the 2009 adaptation, its so fun watching them mess around
Tho I must say I am guilty of not watching the entire series,,,, I stopped around episode 6 and just couldn't go through with the rest. Maybe ill watch more episodes after this who know
this time i'm dropping some art for my fic Small Enough to Slip Through the Cracks in Your Heart, which I'm having tons of fun writing. these drawings all come from chap.7!
thoughts? should i continue this Shadowpeach prompt into an actual fic?
He did what he had to survive, He was not proud of it, hell he was never proud of anything he did so what difference did this make? But this, something about this situation filled him with guilt. If he had a choice, he would of never of been a part of whatever lady bone demon had been planning, but- he did not have a choice… and he did not know how- or even wanted to explain this to the others.
He was not exempt from the blame despite his reasons, so he knew it would take a while to be forgiven, He was not even accepting any type of trust from these mortals, but he craved it all the same. They seemed so warm, when together, and Macaque felt a burning pit in his stomach whenever he witnessed that warmth, sometimes it almost made him feel sick. A constant reminder of something he never had.
But that did not matter now, as he stood there, biting his thounge, as the burning gold eyes of Sun Wukong glared back at him, empty of any warmth, and who could blame him, for the danger Macaque put the kid through? But despite this, he could not help but find it a bit irony (and feel perhaps a little bit envious) that the great Wukong, who held no attachments in the world, could stand before him and judge him for his actions, as if the great mage himself did not have a lengthy list of wrong doings he never apologized for. As if he had not done worse to someone, he once claimed was his friend… as if he did not kill Macaque.
As he had said before, He had a taste of what death was like, and did not like it very much. It was an understatement, meant to sugar coat his true feelings when talking to the kid, because damn it, death was painful, it was cold, and to be killed by someone you once cared about so deeply, it created a hollow feeling in one’s chest that never went away. Macaque never asked to be brought back to life, and with Wukong standing in front of him, with such a dark look in his eyes, for a moment Macaque could not help but think that perhaps Wukong wished he stayed dead. But Ladybone demon had other plans, and though Macaque was currently wishing that he stayed dead right about now, he was not going to waste this second chance he had at living, he was no hero. He would not sacrifice his own life for the sake of others, so sue for him looking after his own skin and helping lady bone demon in return for his life. No one needed to know that his decision to help or not was truly life and death, all that they needed to know, is that now that he was free to do as he pleased, he would leave them alone.
At least at had been the plan, if it was not for Mk and his annoyingly bright eyes that pleaded for Macaque to visit every once in a while, and so what if Macaque also felt a strange attachment to that little girl who had previously been possessed by lady bone demon, he had a weak spot for kids all right! Let him be!
No matter how much he tried to scare the girl away, she always stayed, his powers did not frighten her, in fact she seemed excited whenever he did something with his shadows, often asking him to show her more shadow tricks, The dark didn’t make her cry like most kids her ages, she seemed to enjoy it more than the burning lights of day, and … her hands, were warm, whenever she grabbed onto the monkeys hand, and- it had been awhile since…anyone, wanted to be around him, let alone touch him.
It was-…nice.
And so, he had been planning to stick around just a little bit longer before he finally left, not that he had announced that yet, which led them to this very predicament, with a very pissed off Sun Wukong standing before him, glaring him down, as he demanded to know, why a terribly upset MK had come to him today saying that Macaque was thinking of leaving. To where? No one knew, but he was leaving apparently.
This caused Macaque to internally cursed, realizing he should not have slipped up and told the kid about his plans so soon, he should have just left it till last minute, or better yet! Not of said anything at all! And just disappeared! At least that would have saved him from seeing the kid’s crestfallen expression.
But that did not change the fact that Wukong was standing before him now, and so- Macaque wanted to get this conversation over and done with as soon as possible, he chewed his bottom lip for a moment, before letting out a dragging sigh, lifting a jug from the table, he summoned two cups,
“Drink?” he asked, gesturing for Wukong to sit at the other side of the small, square table. This- was going to be a long night.