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semisolidmind · 1 year

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what made bad end wukong fall in love with the reader?

she wasn't scared of him.

at least, not at first.

so i imagine that reader (who gets isekaid to ancient china with no memory of her past life) meets the monkeys back when they're still just funny lil troublemakers, fighting the celestial realm and causing mischief. perhaps one day, wukong is bored and decides to disguise himself as a normal monkey to mess with some village folk. knowing they'd all just run in fear from the monkey king, being a normal monkey gives him some leeway to get into more mischief with fewer consequences. macaque, ever his loyal shadow, goes along with him.

oddly enough, macaque meets her first.

perhaps he got more than he bargained for while stealing and got attacked by a dog whilst in normal monkey form. he (literally) runs into reader, who's returning from foraging in the forest. she saves him, much to his chagrin, picking him up and shooing away the dog. not wanting to ruin his cover, macaque keeps up his disguise. she'll just...bandage him up and let him go, and that'll be the end of it, right?

she takes him back to the house of the moderately wealthy family she's staying with (she's sorta a maid servant to pay for her lodging), setting him down gently on the small table in her quarters while she goes to get her medical supplies. he helps himself to some of the fruit from her basket while he waits. she comes back with strips of cloth and a bowl of water, along with some medicinal salves.

she speaks to him in gentle tones to coax him into coming closer, and macaque, who even in this form heals quickly, uses magic to slow his healing process. he's curious about what she'll do. whenever he flinches or spooks (playing the part of a scared monkey), she waits for him to come back to her, gently encouraging him and never raising her voice (which he appreciates immensely).

macaque, touch-starved nerd that he is, doesn't push her away. he realizes how easily he could just...turn back into his true form and scare her, ending this whole charade, but...he doesn't really want to. she's being very gentle with him, and he's enjoying it (not that he'll ever say it).

reader, once she's finished, scratches him softly, praising him for being a good patient. after that, she allows him to take more fruit, opens the door that leads out into the forest, and waves him goodbye as he goes. when macaque gets back to wukong, he...leaves some parts of his little sidetrack out. no need to bring trouble to her door when all she did was help him.

he continues to visit her in his normal monkey form, showing up when the family is away and hanging around reader while she does her chores. she talks to him, lets him climb on her shoulders, and feeds him whenever he visits. macaque is enjoying the attention, and soaks in the calm atmosphere that's often lacking on flower fruit mountain. he begins seriously considering revealing himself as a demon, if only to stop having to disguise himself.

macaque's dissapearances are interesting enough to get wukong's attention. where is his second-in-command going? what could be so interesting that he'd forgo pillaging and troublemaking?

wukong transforms into a fly to follow macaque. he's a bit confused when he arrives at the house, but quickly catches on when he sees a monkey that can only be macaque sitting with a young woman as she repairs a basket. oho, so his second has a crush, does he? that's hilarious! wukong takes a guess at what happened that day at the market during the time he and macaque split up. he wouldn't normally care if macaque wanted to hang around with a human, but this one seems interesting (if only because she seems so...average).

soooo, why not play this game too?

"Oh, hello there," reader says. "Are you this one's friend? Heard about the free food, I bet."

wukong shifts into the form of a normal monkey, playing the part and approaching cautiously, curiously. he sees macaque freeze at the sight of him, and he smirks. he isn't sure why mac wanted to keep this girl a secret, but he's gonna find out.

so, he jumps up on the porch beside reader. she greets him kindly.

"Yeah," wukong and macaque think simultaneously. "Something like that."

the evening goes fairly well considering. though macaque attempts to put himself between reader and wukong every chance he gets, the king makes an effort to get in his way whenever he can. he pretends at being another adorable, playful monkey; hanging off her shoulder, weaving in between her feet as she walks, stealing food...

yet she never gets angry at him, and that catches his attention. wukong's being annoying and terrible, and reader is taking everything in stride. she's more patient than he expected.

"Hah! I think I'm starting to get it." he laughs to himself.

meanwhile, macaque hasn't stopped glaring daggers at him the entire evening.

the monkeys leave later that night, sent off with a wave by reader. the monkey king confronts his general as they travel through the forest.

"So. When were you planning on telling me about her?" his tone seems casual, but there's a sinister undertone that immediately puts macaque on edge.

"Didn't think you'd care, to be honest," he attempts to keep his tone cool, but it's too late. wukong has already seen right through him.

macaque doesn't immediately share his friend's laughter. if he shows his true self to reader, he wants it to be on his terms, in a way that won't terrify her. he doesn't want to give up her company just because wukong wants a laugh.

"Y'know, I'm starting to like her," wukong muses.

"Maybe next time we can transform back and scare her." he cackles. "That'll be funny, won't it? See how she feels about having the Monkey King and his right hand man over for dinner!"

"Sure," macaque chuckles, attempting to hide his nervousness. he starts to plan on how he'll reveal himself, and how to do so without wukong's interference.

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the next time he visits reader, she's sitting at her table having dinner. macaque watches from the treeline, wreathed in shadows. he left while wukong was having a meeting with some of the other generals, hoping that it'd buy him enough time to explain the situation to reader before wukong could notice him missing.

he isn't sure what the best way of approaching her would be. if he goes up to her now, as a demon, she might be scared and try to run. if he goes as a monkey and then turns into a demon before her eyes, the same. she's only ever known him as her little companion though, he reasons, so he may have to lead with that and hope she understands.

macaque prays that this isn't the end of their companionship.

he transforms into the monkey that reader recognizes, jumping out onto the porch and in through the open doorway. when he goes up to her, reader greets him kindly, as she always does.

"Hello there," she says. "I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope?"

'You have no idea.' macaque thinks. he allows her to gently scratch him under his ears, leaning into it. he'd like to stay like this, but...he has to let her know.

so he backs away until he has enough space, takes a deep breath, and allows his form to change. he hears reader gasp softly as he grows and shifts, his clothing appearing as well. when he's finished, he raises his gaze to reader.

she's taken aback, pressed against the wall and staring at him with wide eyes. her breaths come a little quicker.

but she hasn't screamed. hasn't thrown her dishes at him or called for help. no, she just seems a bit stunned. perhaps she thinks he'll attack her if she moves.

he supposes he should introduce himself.

"My name is Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque, to be precise." he sighs. he hangs his head slightly, closing his eyes.

"I apologize for tricking you, but after you helped me that day at the market I simply wanted to know more about you. I've come to value your company and hope that my true nature does not change your opinion of me." he finishes, raising his eyes and letting out a breath. he can feel heat in his cheeks, and he hopes his manners will cover how nervous he is.

reader says nothing for a moment. she's having a hard time processing, but she supposes she shouldn't be too surprised. demons disguise themselves in order to get close to humans all the time. she can only hope her little friend doesn't have a gruesome fate planned for her.

"I–" she stutters. "I suppose I should fix another plate, huh? Or do you prefer fruit in this form as well?"

a tense moment of silence passes.

and macaque can't help the laugh that bubbles forth.

this woman might be the death of him, he thinks.

"I wouldn't mind a plate, honestly," macaque says fondly through his laughter. "You have questions, I'm sure. I'll...I'll do my best to answer what I can."

the two spend a few hours talking. macaque tells reader about flower fruit mountain, keeping the true nature of his family and fellow soldiers vague. as much as he'd like to tell her everything, it'd only put her in danger. he especially can't tell her the truth about–

"Aw, you told her without me? And you didn't invite me to dinner? I'm hurt, bud."

macaque freezes. he and reader turn to look at the figure emerging from the darkness of the treeline, whose loose posture and languidly sweeping tail can't hide the menacing aura radiating off him. even reader can sense she's in the presence of something powerful, though the approaching demon has forgone his armor in favor of simple clothing. macaque notices that he'd hidden his tell-tale facial markings as well.

"I thought we agreed we'd tell her together?" the new demon muses as he steps into the room. he plops himself down at the end of the table, putting himself between reader and macaque.

"It's really not fair. You didn't even introduce me! Your best friend and brother! And here I thought you knew better," the ginger-haired monkey admonishes, sending a teasing look in macaque's direction. his dark haired companion glares back silently.

the way his king's personality brightens doesn't fool him for a moment.

"Who is–" reader starts.

"My name is Wukong!" he says jovially, taking her hands in his. "It's nice to be able to actually talk to you now! And here I was worried my brother's careless reveal would make you afraid. It's good to see that's not the case!"

reader takes a moment before the realization sets in. she can tell by macaque's tense posture and mannerisms that it'd be best if she treads lightly here.

"Are...Are you the monkey from last time? Would you like some dinner as well?"

Wukong smiles and nods. "Yes, yes I am! I'm glad you remember me. And I'd love to join you for dinner! Has brother told you about our home yet?"

—

macaque spends the rest of the evening walking on eggshells, waiting for the moment he'll have to jump in to save reader. but that moment never comes. wukong is acting like the perfect guest. he's being even more polite than when his fellow demon sovereigns visit, and they actually have power.

that's saying nothing of how utterly charming the monkey king is being, macaque thinks bitterly. he's been cracking jokes and flirting with reader, and it's working on getting her guard down. macaque is kicking himself for not mentioning how two-faced his "brother" can be earlier.

however...wukong hasn't shown any signs of annoyance or impatience. aside from a smug look whenever he gets reader to laugh, he hasn't given macaque any signal to drop the good guy act.

is he...is the monkey king not planning on hurting or scaring her? but...no. no, he must have some angle he's playing at. he's gotta be waiting for something, but what? for reader to say the wrong thing? for her to show some sign of "disrespect" that he can punish her for? why does wukong keep playing the respectful dinner guest after everything he's hinted at doing?

it's only after macaque really looks over at wukong does he get his answer.

the monkey king is listening intently to a story reader is telling, smiling softly and leaning toward her. his tail curls slowly, contentedly behind him. his eyes are focused entirely on reader, and macaque can see how dilated his pupils are as he watches her speak.

...what?

macaque can't believe it. there's no way.

does...does sun wukong have a crush?

his fear is confirmed when the king makes a comment on reader's story, making her laugh. wukong's smile, still horribly gentle, widens and his fur puffs up a little in happiness.

macaque feels dread pool in his stomach.

his dear mortal friend is in more danger than he thought.

#bad end wukong #this is the longest thing ive written in a while #i wanted to show how calm this setup was at the beginning #jttw macaque x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader

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moodcrab · 2 months

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Fixing Skyrim's Daedric Quests

Part II - Clavicus Vile

Honestly this was the most underwhelming Daedric Quest in Skyrim, but Skyrim is by no means unique in this as it's just the most recent in a long line of underwhelming Clavicus Vile quests in the Elder Scrolls franchise. Vile, the god of wishes, deals and dodgy monkey palm style tricks forms a natural counterpart to the Divine Zenithar, god of honest work and trade, but for some reason there isn't a Vile quest that isn't "Go to dungeon and kill X". Skyrim, to its credit, tried to make it interesting with Barbas, but still resorted to "go to this cave and kill this guy."

The whole story of Sebastian, the mage who wished for a lycanthropy cure for his daughter only for Vile to grant him an axe, is a truly boring misunderstanding of what Vile is all about. An axe isn't a cure, not even in an ironic double meaning of the word cure. Any axe, indeed any weapon or spell, can kill a werewolf, but he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, something he could easily do without making a deal with the devil. There are several ways to cure lycanthropy in Tamriel, death is not one of them. If you have cancer but you die in a car accident you are not cured of cancer, literally the opposite in fact. This isn't a mind bending M Night plot twist, it's bullshit. Not only is a dead werewolf not a cured one, he didn't wish for his daughter to be killed, so there's nothing stopping him from just throwing the axe in the sea and going to find a Glenmoril Witch. Vile gains nothing from this arrangement, and Vile doesn't enter into arrangements that don't benefit him.

A true Vile wish would have cured the lycanthropy in such a way that causes unforeseen consequences that end up killing the daughter, dooming her soul to The Fields of Regret, his realm of Oblivion. The wish would be technically granted, but it backfired horribly. The only thing remotely Clavicus Vile-ish was the big "rug pull" at the end of the quest where he offers you the axe if you kill Barbas, and like, no. No thanks. I have access to better axes, I'm not killing a dog for this *two handed 🤮* one. I never wanted this axe, there is no reason in the quest to even use the axe yourself let alone grow attached to it, unlike Barbas who has now accompanied me all through the quest. This isn't a choice.

Quest: Best Wishes

The quest opener is being moved from Falkreath to Morthal, because vanilla Morthal has no general store. Well, now it does. Compared to all the other stores you visit it will have a unique look, very mysterious and quirky with oddities on the shelves, and the owner will be an eccentric character with a cute dog. For the quest to activate you must have traded at the store a few times and reached a level. On entering, the owner will be distraught and refuse to trade unless you agree to find his dog who has gone missing.

You go on a bit of a dog hunt. Asking around Morthal gets you little useful information. In fact, if you ask certain people, they will say some curious things; like they have no idea who you're talking about, or that there isn't a general store in Morthal at all, "Oh that old place? That closed down when I was a child after old man whatever died"...

You eventually track the dog down outside the city and, surprise, it talks! Barbas explains the situation, that he is the somewhat loyal side kick of Clavicus Vile, who has an offer for you. He also makes it clear, this offer is an invitation only, you would walk away right now if you were wise. Assuming you aren't a pussy, you of course return Barbas to the shop and hear the offer.

The shopkeeper transforms into Vile, in all his jovial Skaafin glory. He tells you about a wish he has recently received, one that he would like your help in granting. There's this would be merchant in the city of Whiterun named Ysolda, who you have likely already met as she is a very popular wifu, she has been a devout Zenithar worshipper for years, but has become impatient with waiting for her hard work to pay off. She really wants to be a trader, and has prayed to Vile to make it so. If you agree to take care of it for him, he will reward you. As Barbas has recommended, you can quit the quest right now. Or...

You head to Whiterun and start investigating Ysolda. It's up to you how the wish gets granted, depending on what you discover about her:

1. She would like to buy the Bannered Mare of her friend Hulda, who isn't ready to sell. So you could ruin the business to make Hulda desperate to sell, but Ysolda would get a ruined inn. Or you could forge Hulda's will and stage an "accident", so Ysolda inherits the inn at the expense of her friend's life.

2. She has done some work with the Khajiit caravans, learning what she can about mercantile skills, but expressing how hard and horrible their lifestyle sounds. Investigating this will lead you to a secret meeting between Ysolda and an Orc. The Orc hands Ysolda a "the goods" but Ysolda complains there isn't enough. The Orc explains how dangerous getting it is. Ysolda doesn't care, she tells him he needs to go get more. If you follow the Orc to Sleeping Tree Camp you'll witness his death at the hands of the giants there. On his body there is an incriminating note, which you could show to the Whiterun guard captain, who will banish her from the city as punishment. Ysolda will spend the rest of her days with the Khajiit caravan, living as a vagrant and exiled from her home, but a trader, just as she wished.

3. As Barbas, who will accompany you, advises, you could warn Ysolda and break your side of the bargain. She believes your story (how else could you have known about the wish?), but depending on your speechcraft and personality attribute - because a fixed Skyrim would obviously have attributes - you either strike the right amount of fear into her that she flees to the temple to seek sanctuary, or you miss your mark and she decides to go check out this shop in Morthal for herself. When she gets there Vile will reluctantly let her take over the store, but if Ysolda repents she will one day become a Priestess of Zenithar, and convert the shop into a fledgling temple.

Just Deserts

When you return to the general store in Morthal it will have transformed into an abandoned ruin.

Any outcome of options one or two will please Vile, he will award you his Masque which will be light or heavy armoured dependant on which skill is higher for you and it will have a powerful speechcraft, personality and price discount enchantment. You also have the opportunity later on to take over and run the shop yourself.

If Ysolda comes to Morthal to take over the store, Vile will be annoyed at you and Barbas for being boring, but will accept that the wish is technically granted and Ysolda, now his devotee, will be spending her afterlife in his realm. You get the Masque but she gets the store ( unless you marry her...)

If you break your deal and save Ysolda, you get a curse; permanent debuffs to speechcraft, personality and prices. The cost of being a hero is high, especially when it comes to the Daedra. (Maybe Ysolda can lift the curse once her temple is up and running, but that will be a while).

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patfr8 · 11 months

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GOLDEN EMPEROR AU - MASTERPOST

What is the Golden Emperor AU?

The GE AU is based on my headcannon of Wukong becoming the new emperor of the Celestial Realm after defeating Azure Lion, making Mk the new Monkey King.

Wukong is trapped in the Celestial Realm and can’t go to the other realms but, unlike the Jade Emperor, he really cares about everyone and tries to fix his mistakes.

Mk is now the Monkey King which means more responsibilities but he’s ready for it. After accepting his status as monkey demon, he’s gonna kick your ass. And he still finds time to work at Pigsy’s. Somehow.

What is the main story?

The story has main points which are my main comics, but there are little things that are not explained in them so I make some sketches about them

Did you add any ocs?

Yes, yes I did. So if you don’t like oc insert stories, get out of here. No worries though, there’s not any ocxcannon lol

Can we ask things about the AU?

Oh god, PLEASE DO. I love getting your questions and I’ll try to answer all of them, either in art form or written

Can we draw/write things about the AU?

YES. Yes you can. I want you to do that. I need that so MUCH. It will be featured here so everyone can see/read it

Q&A

What is the AU about

The child

Time-travel

FFM

How Wukong became Emperor

Divorce papers

Characters & ships

COMICS

SHADOW OF THE KING- How Macaque made the worst choice of his life and its consequences.

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pompomqt · 9 months

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Journey to the West Chapter 5

I think Sun Wukong might have made a few people mad this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest

So this chapter, Sun Wukong managed to gain another three levels to his immortality stat with the good old, tried and true method of stealing.

First up, we got the Peaches of Immortality, which the Jade Emperor had put him in charge of in order to give him something to do so he wouldn't get bored. And Sun Wukong took to sending the staff away from the garden so he could nap and eat the peaches unimpeded. I also get to add a slightly new crime to his rap list for this one since this is his place of employment: Employee Theft. We also get a case of False Imprisonment, when Sun Wukong immobilizes the Seven Immortal Maidens who come to collect peaches for the peach festival.

Next up, for his second gained level of immortality we got the Heavenly Wine. Where Sun Wukong gains yet another new crime for his rap sheet, Impersonating a Government Official, when he runs into the Great Immortal Naked Feet, and sends him to the Hall of Perfect Light for a 'rehearsal' so Sun Wukong can take his place. So Sun Wukong makes his way to where the Banquet is being held and his attention is grabbed by the smell of wine. In order to try some, Sun Wukong uses magic to put the wine carriers to sleep.

For his third level of immortality, Sun Wukong realizes that he'll probably get in trouble for stealing the Heavenly Wine and tries to go home, but instead drunkenly wanders into Laozi's lab. Where he spots some pills of immortality. Which he of course immediately eats- which while making him now five times immortal also sobers him up.

Now that he's sobered up, he decides to head home to Flower Fruit Mountain to avoid the consequences. The monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain are ecstatic to see him again, especially since he's been gone for over a century now since he spent a half year in heaven this time. He gladly tells them everything that happen, but finds that he no longer has a taste for regular food after having grown accustomed to divine food and wine. So Sun Wukong sneaks his way back into heaven to steal some more wine to share with everyone. Making some of his monkey's doubly immortal at this point.

Meanwhile, word has gotten back to the Jade Emperor about Sun Wukong's exploits so he sends what seems to be the entire heavenly army out to arrest him. And so the battle between Heaven's army and Sun Wukong and his demon army begins! Sun Wukong manages to personally beat the Nine Luminaries and then sends out his army to help him battle the Four Great Devarajas and Twenty Eight Constellations. Most of his army is captured, his four commanders and monkey troop all manage to escape. Meanwhile Sun Wukong manages to beat back The Four Great Devarajas, Li the Pagoda Bearer, and prince Nezha with some duplicates. Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), and The Great Sage Equal To Heaven. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, and the ability to put others to sleep. Demon Kill Count: 1+ Unknown Number of Minions God's Defeated: 17 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, and Impersonating a Government Official. Cry Count: 2

#jttw #journey to the west #journeythroughjourneytothewest #jttw read through #monkey king

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transformers-synergize · 9 months

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Just spent the last hour browsing your blog instead of paying attention in class, love all your designs, seriously neat. Especially a fan of how buglike some of the features are, I love when robot/bugs or bug/robots mix designs with how amour naturally works. Art make brain go brrrr.

If you have a moment, would you mind telling me about the Lambo Twins in your continuity?

aw happy ya like my stuff!!!!

sure, i can talk about the twins.

The lambo twins are well spark twins. spark twins are rare a occurrence when a newly forming spark splits into two. bots whos spark fourm in this way often have a vary deep conection with each other. sideswipe and sunstreak while not being able to read echother minds, often knows what the other will do before they do it, and can always tell what the other is feeling.

their blades can switch to a hand/servo, but the fingers are a lot longer than their other normal hand/servo because ya... it turns into a sword.

Sunstreaker is egotistical, he knows he is the best and makes sure everyone knows it too. He has the skills, the looks, and the combat prowess to back it up as well. Sunstreaker only really cares about himself and Sideswipe, considering pretty much every bots below him or not worth his time. often making sly comments, belittling or cracking jokes about bots who he deems lesser. his friends are either sideswipes friends who can tolerate him or bots who think he's cool, which is often for factors outside his personality. He's always down for a good fight being ruthless in combat while still somehow managing to get as little dirt or energon on himself as possible, sometimes being nearly spotless after a battle aside from the energon coating his blade. Sunny likes to keep himself in good condition, making sure his paint is perfect and his polish shines, it really helps accentuate how he's the best. Sunny is not a huge fan of earth or the fleshy little monkeys that run it, he just wants to go home to Cybertron.

sideswipe is the friendlier of the two brothers he's outgoing and usually pretty chill. Sideswipes is always looking for a fight. He loves the thrill of combat. He often will treat serious situations more like a game than the high danger situations he often places in. When a fight is not available, he is often sparring with his fellow autobots or trying risky stunts. He's very impulsive, often doing the first thing that comes to mind because he thought it might be fun never considering the consequences. He's kinda like a jock who treats war like a sport. His merciless approach to combat can often put him at odds with the more peaceful-minded autobots, putting some tension between him and some bots who he otherwise gets along with. He often tense and banter with other autobots, sometimes making jokes at their expense, but unlike sunny he usually knows when to stop or when he's gone too far. A sideswipe doesn't mind earth and sees it as a cool new adventure, though he is still a little homesick for cybertron.

They are a terrifying force in combat, ruthless fighting perfectly in sync with each other and usually 2 steps ahead of whoever they are put up against. when Working together they are able to take down cons over 5 times their size with ease. although not being the biggest or the strongest autobots, they are probably some of the most terrifying and efficient in combat.

In short their both of the autobots' greatest combat assets and greatest headache.

#sunstreaker #sideswipe #transformers #transformers fan continuity #transformers remnants #tfr #art post #text post #sunny is not a good person/bot #sideswipe is pretty chill he still has his jerkish moments but no were near as bad as his brother #their both problem causers #i have an arc sorta in mind were sunny get slightly better #i forgot to put this in but sunny is slightly better at combat than sideswipe

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phantoms-lair · 3 months

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Ranma's Precious Student finally has a problem he can punch!

Continuation of this

"This is for my kid!"

The yell was the only warning before pro-hero Slidin' Go was launched into the side of a building. The one who'd done the launching was a woman who looked right on the edge between middle aged and elderly, lines in her face and more gray than red in her hair. She'd seem almost harmless if she wasn't still lowering her leg from when she'd sent him flying with one kick.

Slidin' Go lifted himself out of the rubble, looking extremely confused as he pulled himself out. "Halt Villain." He said somewhat reflexively.

The woman snorted. "I'm less a villain than you are a hero - and that's saying something. What kind of hero tells a kid he deserves to be abused?"

Whispers began from the onlookers.

"I have said no such thing!" Slidin' Go protested.

"You didn't tell a small quirkless kid that he shouldn't make trouble by reporting the bully who was burning him because then the bully wouldn't become a hero and therefore it would be the victim's fault if he couldn't save people in the future? You know completely ignoring that someone who burns those weaker than him to 'show them their place' was ever going to be saving anyone."

Oh Fuck. Okay so he did say that. Time to deflect. "It was a quirkless kid. He was probably lying for attention." Everyone knew how worthless those without meta abilities were. Surely they would-

"Oh he was lying about the burns on his arms, on his clothes, the burns in the shapes of hands?" The old woman was having none of it and faster than he could even see closed the distance between them and lifted her knee with as much force as possible. More than enough to shatter the cup Slidin' Go wore for protection from just such an attack. He didn't even have the chance to fall to the ground again as the woman bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw him. There was a loud ripping sound as the lower half of his costume stayed in her hands and he went flying, landing face down with his underwear on display for all to see.

"This is a warning. If I EVER hear anything about you ignoring a child in danger again, so help me you will wish it was All Might showing up to hand you your ass because his punches will feel like butterfly kisses next to mine!" The woman turned on a dime and stomped away from the battered form of the once-popular hero.

"You could have killed him." A voice said from an alleyway Ranma passed by.

"Easily." Ranma snorted.

"And yet you didn't."

"Would have been counter productive."

"Taking fake scum like that off the streets would have been counterproductive?" The man in the blank-faced mask tilted his head.

"You're young." Ranma answered "Death creates sympathy. Even with the person was a shithead, you'll get at least a handful of people saying he deserved consequences, but not that." If people were willing to to put aside Happosai's crimes at his death, they'd forgive anything. "Then sympathy for the man becomes sympathy for his ideals. And before you know it, he's become a martyr, a rallying symbol for those with like ideologies. Martyrs are dangerous. Laughingstocks - " She gestured in the rough direction of a semiconscious pro in his underwear. "significantly less so. No one wants to be associated with a laughingstock."

"Interesting." the man scurried up the alley wall and to the roof. Ranma shrugged. Not his circus, not his monkeys.

Random woman beats the daylight out of Pro-Hero Slindin' Go. Police are looking for any information available. The woman has red and grey hair and presumable a physical enhancement quirk.

Pro-Hero Slidin' Go suspended pending investigation of Dereliction of Duty and Discrimanation

Tokoname Tatsuyuki, formerly the Hero known as Slidin' Go was arrested today for ties to a terrorist organization. Details uncovered during the investigation into discrimination charges reveal a shocking secret.

Derternet CEO Yotsubashi Rikiya Unmasked as Leader of New Meta Liberation Front

"Wow," Izuku whispered, scrolling through the headlines on his phone. "You stopped a whole evil organization."

"I'm going to be honest, I did not know about any of that. I just beat the shit out of him because of how he treated you." Ranma was looking at the other news reports and winced. "I don't mind being a meme, but I wish it wasn't 'Battle Granny'. I'm a Battle Grampa!"

"Shouldn't have done the fight in your other form then." Izuku teased.

Ranma flicked his forehead. I wasn't planning on it. I got hit with cold water right as I found the jerk and wasn't going to let him out of my sight just to change back. Trust me, you'll learn how unavoidable cold water is soon enough." Ranma cracked his knuckles. "But now it's time for training. Katas on the balance beam, ten reps birth form, ten reps cursed form, GO!"

Izuku laughed as he put his phone down and ran for the practice mats. All Might was still his favorite pro. But Ranma-Sensei would forever be his hero.

#Ranma 1/2 #BnHA #Yeah Ranma just wanted to punch Slidin' Go and was mildly surprised the unintended consequences were a positive #Aside from being known as Battle Granny #Will this chance encounter turn Stendahl from his path as the Hero Killer into the Hero Embarasser?#Time Will Tell #Ghost Writing

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carionto · 4 months

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"So Basically... You Work For Cthulhu?"

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Trisha was the first to break the strange silence after Iorvan had finished explaining in the most vague terms possible what his purpose here was.

"That is a very crude and inaccurate oversimplification, but yes." with a hint of irritation in his voice, he agreed to her assessment. "The High Priest is all knowing on matters that matter, yet every now and then a "nothing", as beings of such magnitude view mortals like us, will happen upon the right combination of irrelevant information to form new true knowledge."

"Like the million monkey typewriters writing Shakespeare!" Trisha energetically interjected. "So why not just scry or whatever they do every brain and pluck out all the good info?" she questioned.

"As I said, we are "nothings" to them, and though their capabilities are beyond our understanding, they are not without limits, and observing billions of human minds is just incomprehensible static, I imagine." Iorvan looked directly at Trisha, "How much effort would you say it would take to comprehend your thoughts alone, Trisha?"

"Good point, I don't bother doing that half the time myself." she replied eagerly without a second thought.

Chief Engineer Tameki, very clearly confused, finally gathered herself enough, "Wait, please. So why are you here? What does any of that even mean?"

"C'mon ira, keep up, it's not that complicated." Trisha seemed to be more surprised by everyone else's apparent confusion than everyone else was by how she wasn't.

"Us going through a tear in space-time made the universe glitch out. You know, the quantum entanglement thing breaking when it shouldn't and some mumbo-jumbo about our spiritual selves being in two places at once or something. Oh yeah, souls are a thing, but only sorta? Did I get that right, Prof? To Cthulhu it looked like we duplicated our ethereal form and that should not be a thing that anyone can do, so they took notice and sent you here to investigate."

"In the simplest and most inaccurate terms, but correct." Iorvan, now more composed after accepting that Trisha's brain functioned imperfectly enough to somehow comprehend his altered understanding of the true nature of the world. Well, changed by as much knowledge as the High Priest deemed essential to impart onto him.

He continued, adjusting his own explanation to match the intellectual level of the subjects. "Such an unprecedented occurrence will not go unnoticed by the rest of the Old Ones, and the consequences for this event originating directly from the High Priest's physical domain are unpredictable, hence the unprecedented intervention you see before you in my form."

He continued, "In the simplest acceptable terms possible - the actions you took to arrive here must be reversed. I was granted all relevant knowledge about the hybrid warp engine, however, the local domain here is inaccessible and information must be retrieved manually. What is the status of it and all related matters?" Iorvan addressed the question with an icy stare towards everyone on the bridge.

Ira, with a slight look of worry, answered: "It didn't come with us when we warped. Because of the instantaneous nature of the transportation, it couldn't send any data about itself during or after the warp."

At this, the unofficial head IT guy, Valencio, chimed in, "Well, it's not impossible that whatever energy discharge that did happen couldn't have sent some signal to the nearest connected devices. The warp cut every quantum connection, but some of them were connected with a hardline, right?"

"That is true, the Dusk was printed at a military shipyard," Haespar Kraus, having found something sensible to cling to, was finally able to feel useful. "Short range redundancies like that are always integrated, even with unconventional designs like the hybrid warp engine. We'll just need to retrieve them and look at their final logs-"

"D O S O !"

The bridge, which had begun to regain a bit of life, was stunned silent by Iorvan suddenly echoing this command in a voice that came not just from his mouth, but also the walls, the floor, ceiling, and even right behind everyone's heads.

While Trisha, once again, composed herself first, even she was unnerved by the ominous aura Iorvan was exuding.

"A-alright, Prof. No need to be all evil occult on us. You're human too, or were at least. You know pressure like that isn't the most productive, yeah? So, like, chill. Please?"

His dagger-like stare towards her did not diminish, but his presence on the bridge did become less intense.

"Find the answer. Deliver it to me in one year. My own visit to this foreign domain will not go unnoticed, but the High Priest accepted this price. The knowledge you obtain, however, MUST be worthwhile. It is, after all, a trivial matter for any Old One to simply erase all "nothings" that have made themselves known in a... negative light."

With those final words, the form of Professor Iorvan evaporated into a mist.

"Back to 27..." came Emily's voice after a moment of sobering silence.

"So, uhh..." Trisha felt the need to fill the air with something productive, "basically, if we don't figure out what exactly happens during a warp, everyone back home is gonna die. Umm... let's go get those data thingies?" with uncertainty, she looked at everyone on the bridge.

Haespar, wanting to keep his image of the sensible cool headed one, picked up the baton Trisha had almost dropped, "Yes, well, that is something we were going to do eventually anyway, it's just been bumped up the list. Ira, Valencio - will you need anything not currently here for a full warp simulation once we get whatever may exist in those terminals?" he regained his actual composure as he faked the first few sentences, and was now in his serious mode.

"There's not enough computing power hooked together with the quantum computers being all blank, and we'll need either one fully powered reactor running on overload for half a day, or get a second one back up." Valencio counted each though on his fingers, an old habit.

"Good. Emily will head that, everyone else will have to postpone your previous tasks." Haespar declared. "Ira? Ira!" Haespar approached her with worry. "With Knoslark being a grumpy baby, and Sergeant Zhao still in a coma, by rank, you're the de-facto leader. It's a lot to take in, but what are we going to do. Cthulhu is real. Magic is real. Souls are real. New information, sure. World upending even, but that doesn't change what reality is right now for us. So, please, don't break down on me. It's just one thing at a time, just like any other problem we've dealt with before."

Ira Tameki took a deep breath. Then another. After a moment, she looked over everyone on the bridge.

"Right, you heard Haespar, but I have one correction - I'll be heading the reactor repair and re-ignition. Emily, you take everyone you need and retrieve those terminals and any other digital and electronic devices close to where the warp engine was, even damaged ones. Extract everything.

Valencio, start working on the simulation code, you'll have all the computing and raw power needed, I'll make sure of that." she saw the uncertainty and nervousness on some of the junior crew members' faces.

"It's going to be a long year, but we already did the impossible once - we broke physics and traveled thirteen billion light years in zero zeptoseconds. Let's figure out how and get ourselves back home."

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #humans are deathworlders #story #scifi #cthulhu

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darth-sonny · 1 year

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Would you like to info dump anything about prime Leo 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

*takes the microphone* I dooooooo~~ mostly Post-Prime stuff since that's currently been on the brain

Leo watches absolutely hard-core movies or videos. stuff that makes you question why it was even made. HOW was it even made. he watches it all. he doesn't care if someone walks in on him watching it he'll keep going. desensitized in the worst way possible

he will not leave any situation that makes him uncomfortable. is he's in the middle of a group hug, and he feels like he wants to run away, hide in a cave, cry and throw up and scrub at his skin until it's red and bleeding and crying........ he won't do that. he'll stay and take it. he's been conditioned to do so

he hides away in small rooms due to a newfound hatred for large spaces

never leaves the lair. no matter what, he won't leave. Donnie and Raph had to bring in Hueso to assure the bone man that Leo was okay since Leo refused to leave to visit the yōkai

[cw/tw for the next few bullet points]

unknowingly does self-harm. it happens since he's developed a habit of scratching himself, specifically around the neck or arms. and since his Kraang arm has pretty sick claws, he ends up hurting himself a lot. he doesn't notice due to his recently enhanced healing factor

is somewhat suicidal. as in, extremely low sense of self-preservation. combined with bullet point #2, it is not pretty

he will seek out situations that make his incredibly uncomfortable. again, it's because he's been conditioned to. he won't leave even if he wants to, and he'll seek it out even when he knows he just wants to be alone

his appetite is shit at this point. any food he eats, he'll just throw back up. he'll throw up due to the smell alone. the only food he can safely eat is ice cream, so the freezer is chock-full of it

[cw/tw over]

you won't see Leo without seeing Donnie. the guy has practically attached himself at his brother's hip. if Leo's is somewhere in the lair, chances are, Donnie's there too

has pretty vivid night terrors. either of the prison dimension or of his time with Prime. this results in him hardly sleeping

as a consequence of the previous point, Mikey and Draxum got him a mystic stuffed animal (a blue monkey because they ran out of blue unicorns). it helps dispell any nightmares or night terrors and calms him down form panic attacks

Leo named it Mister Blue Sky

(neither Mikey nor Draxum will tell him that those kinds of stuffed animals are found mostly in pediatric therapy hospitals)

stays in bed most of the time. Donnie managed to convince him to stay in his room since it has the most security. which then leads to Leo and Donnie bunking in the same room

has HORRIBLY body dysmorphia issues. wears oversized hoodies and sweatpants as a result

covers up his Kraang arm with a glove. makes it easier to stomach looking at it

hardly talks, and when he does, it's usually a mumble

touch averse. severely so

#and there you go~~!!#have fun #not really but. hey #sonny answers #prime leo au #cw vomit mention #tw vomit mention #cw self harm #tw self harm #post prime arc

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ryin-silverfish · 11 days

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Fanfic: Bodhicitta

AO3 Mirror

Possibly the start of a short series. About the pilgrims, post-journey, and what led to their reincarnation in LMK.

CW for a bit of body horror at the end.

Tripitaka completes a pilgrimage, ponders his faith, and makes a vow.

bodhicitta: literally "Heart of Bodhi", the motivation and defining quality that makes a Bodhisattva in Mahayana Buddhism.

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Thus the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, Deep in meditation, Saw the emptiness of all five skandas, And sundered all bonds of suffering.

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An old master living in a crow's nest taught him those lines. It shall protect you from harm, he said, sticking his neck out like an actual bird. Perhaps he used to be one. Perhaps he still was. Or maybe there was no difference.

("A single thought can make a Bodhisattva, or a demon," Guan Yin once told his disciple.)

It was hard not to feel a little cheated, though, when he tearfully muttered the sutra under his breath, and still fell off his horse, got dragged into a river, tied up next to a steaming pot after the monster broke his barrier with a single flick of its tail.

Oh, how he had recited the sutra faster and faster, squeezing his eyes shut, and still the demoness's nails pinched at his cheeks, drawing blood, cooing Aren't you a delicious little snack, in both senses of the word?

Why did it never work like those miraculous tales in the scriptures? Was he really that bad a Buddhist? Did such thoughts make him a bad Buddhist? Or were the tales just another product of the rampant mistranslation he was so tired of?

It won't matter, he told himself, trying to steady his resolve. Once they reach the Western Lands and receive the True Scriptures, he would finally be free of all doubts.

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Here then, Form is no other than emptiness, Emptiness no other than form. Form is only emptiness, Emptiness only form.

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"Master, if all things are emptiness, why do you care if I kill them or not?"

Patience, how to be gentle yet firm, a willingness to see beyond the words on paper and into ultimate reality. These are things he would come to learn. But he hadn't yet.

So instead, he began a lengthy lecture on just how much a grave misunderstanding of——no, insult to Buddhist doctrines that was.

Form is emptiness, because it never stops changing, like clouds in the sky. There is no permanence when nothing stays constant, going up and down in the wheel of samsara, lifted up or weighed down by their karma.

It is empty because it is a wheel, and doesn't go anywhere. Not because the chain of causes and consequences don't exist.

"But they had it coming!" The monkey pouted, like one of those spoiled aristocratic nuns he had encountered in the Golden Mountain Temple, who hated monastic life with a passion and only came here to escape a worse marriage. "Are their deaths not a natural consequence of, you know, robbing people?"

"Not by Great Tang laws, and certainly not by Buddhist laws." He rubbed his temple, feeling a familiar headache coming. "But that is not the point. What about your consequences, Wukong? How much negative karma are you accumulating by taking their lives? And how much will I receive by association, for failing to stop you?"

"Oh, so it's all about you?" Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes. They were glowing red, like embers in a hearth, which never failed to send a chill down his back.

"Well, even if I somehow end up in Hell again, it's not like the Ten Kings can do anything to me. And since you'd rather die than letting me stain your flawless karma, I'll leave you to it, then." With a single flip, he was standing on his somersault cloud. "Bye, baldy."

"Wait!" He shouted, but the monkey had already disappeared over the horizon.

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All things are by nature void. They are not born or destroyed, Nor are they stained or pure, Nor do they wax or wane.

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But if nothing was stained or pure, why, then, would he be horrified at the deaths of six humans, but not an entire cave of demons?

They were but creatures of the Path of the Beast. Yet he was steadfast in his adherence to the monastic codes, which forbade him from consuming meat, for each meal costed the life of an animal. Was the life of a demon even less than that of livestocks, livestocks devoid of the spark of intellect?

Did their blood not stain his hands too?

Indeed, they were man-eating monsters. And so were regular wild beasts. So were two of his disciples, before they joined him on the pilgrimage.

If mercy could be extended to a monkey, a pig, a dragon, and a river monster that ate his nine past lives, why was it denied from the others?

Sometimes, on long, cold nights where nothing happened, and all they could see were the desert sands below and stars above, he wondered if Sun Wukong was right. If the fact that nothing could be truly created or destroyed, merely changed into another form, meant that death did not matter.

If compassion was but another form of attachment that led to suffering, and he would be better off severing it like the rest of his worldly bonds.

After all, he voiced no objections when the bandits who killed his father and destroyed his mother received their just deserts, nor did he do anything that might have stopped her from hanging herself in shame. Unseen laws were just as true as written laws and monastic laws, and beneath it all lay the karmic laws.

An eye for an eye. A good deed begets a good birth. Violence begets violence.

Were his convictions to do no harm just another lie, then? A delusion that he knew better, for he was the acolyte that actually bothered to learn Sanskrit, the good Buddhist, the master? Nothing but him putting his own discomfort and unseen scars above what was truly just and right and wise, and making his disciples suffer in his stead?

People clung to suffering not because they enjoyed pain, but because of the memory of happiness, and the promise of momentary release. It always felt good, until it didn't.

Like love and its inevitable loss.

He knew. Yet he could not stop hurting, could not let go of his doubts.

Maybe that made him an unworthy monk. Maybe the perils kept coming because he had not learned the lesson yet, and there would be a time when he finally stopped caring.

But whatever that time was, it wasn't now.

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So, in emptiness, exists no form, No feeling, thought, or choice, Nor is there consciousness. No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; No colour, sound, smell, taste, touch, Or what the mind takes hold of, Nor even act of sensing.

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Your senses fool you. Much like how the ghostly immortal, hijacking long-dead bodies, fooled him, and Yellow Robed Demon's illusion fooled the king of Baoxiang.

What makes one innocent? He thought, as he sat inside the cage, all four limbs chained to the floor. Or guilty, for that matter? What makes a man into a beast, a beast into human, a mortal into god, a god into monster?

What makes one deserving of forgiveness? He thought, as he looked into the dead woman's eyes, drowning out her shrieks with his chanting of Ksitigarbha's Sutra, suppressing her blue ghostfire with chains of golden light that wrapped tighter and tighter around the coffin. Or a chance, for that matter? Had she ever had a chance when it mattered?

When is an apology accepted, and not merely heard? He wondered, as he made his own to Sun Wukong, and the monkey didn't even spare a single glance at him. Just kept gazing eastward, a haunted look on his face.

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No ignorance or end of it, Nor all that comes of ignorance; No withering, no death, No end of them.

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"Is that how I was like?" Sun Wukong mumbled, as he scrubbed at the end of his staff with a rag. If there was still blood left on the metal, it had already been cleaned off ages ago, yet he kept wiping and wiping, like he was trying to yank someone's vengeful spirit out of it. "Is that what I am?"

"No," he said, then immediately winced. Even with a barrier in between, getting hit in the back with a heavy iron stick was no joke.

"How would you know——" he turned back, and almost instantly squeezed out a smile. "Oh, greetings, master! Didn't see you there. Are you hungry again? Thirsty? Need your bandages changed? Sorry about that whole evil doppelganger business, by the way."

"There is no need to apologize. It is not your doing."

"But…" He looked away, then sighed, tossed the rag into the creek, and shrank his staff back to needle size, putting it into his ear once more. "Well, if you say so, then I ain't complaining, master."

"And you are not your Second Mind."

The monkey froze in place, and didn't speak for a long time. When he did, it was in a barely audible whisper. "Does it even matter, if I wanted to do the exact same thing?"

"You still didn't."

"I tried, though, master." He exposed his teeth in what looked like a grin, but, according to Bajie, was monkey language for I'm scared shitless or Bugger off before I eat your stupid face. "Don't you remember? Right after the fillet. And I was so close to trying again, every time you listened to Piggy and recited that spell for a reason that wasn't exposing shapeshifting demons."

It was strange, how reassuring it was to have your biggest fears confirmed. At the same time, it was also deeply upsetting, knowing that the fears weren't just about someone else, but also you yourself.

"Look, I…I know Macaque. Whatever he is, he sure ain't a literal piece of my mind. But that just makes it worse when he wanted to become me." Sun Wukong clenched his fists together. "He would've dragged me back by my tail, once upon a time, kept the worst of me in check. But I chased him away, and now he didn't know how to be anything else, so he just doubled down and became the worst bits of me anyways."

His eyes started glowing bright red again, as he bared his canines and let out a low growl.

"He killed my monkeys. Okay, Wujing did, but it wouldn't have happened if he didn't make them impersonate you guys. And he dared, DARED call me weak when I lunged at him screaming, after I saw what he did to their bodies! The coward who couldn't even be a villain on his own, without hiding behind someone else's shadow!"

The monkey breathed in deeply. "For that alone, I don't regret killing him. But when Di Ting——okay master, I guess you wouldn't know who that is, it happened after we punched each other into the ground, all the way to——"

"I do, in fact," he said. "Ksitigarbha's steed, the All-hearing Beast."

"Pretty much. But it's less hearing, and more…knowing." Sun Wukong paused. "The very earth speaks into its ears, and when Di Ting rises up from the ground, its eyes just see through you, all of you, and knows whether you are good or evil."

"I imagine that must be quite disconcerting."

"You know what's even more disconcerting? When the only answer it gave was 'Go speak to the Buddha.' I mean, it all worked out in the end, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was simply too polite to tell the truth. That we are but two different flavors of evil, capable of wreaking the same havoc, and," Sun Wukong shuddered, his fur standing on ends, "under a different circumstance, I, too, wouldn't see a problem with throwing my monkeys' lives away."

He knew what he should tell his disciple. No, you are not evil. You are not entirely good, but neither am I. Few people are made of one or the other, and it takes a special level of ignorance to claim so.

He also knew Sun Wukong would not believe it, not after hearing the furious speech he made a few days ago. Is your heart made of stone too, just like the rest of you? Are you capable of finding delight in anything, other than death and wanton destruction?

So instead, he lowered his head, knelt down in front of the monkey, and said, "You can do whatever you want to me."

"M-Master? What are you…" Immediately, the monkey moved forward, trying to lift him up. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"You heard me." He smiled. "I swear to the World-honored One, I will not recite the spell, or use my barrier. If you want to beat me up, or bash my head in, you are free to do so."

"No, no, hell no!" Sun Wukong took a step back. "Why do you think I would? No, why do you suddenly have a death wish?"

"I do not," he said. "I merely put my life into your hands, and choose to accept whatever consequences that ensue. Death is but one possible outcome." A pause. "Is it the outcome you want for me, though?"

"Again, hell no!" He shook his head. "I mean, I'm still mad at you, but this…wouldn't solve anything! And I'm not gonna protect you for so long, only to throw it all away for nothing. What are you getting at here, master?"

"Nothing. I'm just wondering, if you would not kill someone you have good reasons to hate," he looked into his disciple's eyes, "What makes you think you will ever knowingly send your subjects, your family, to their death?"

Sun Wukong's lips moved, but no sounds came out. Then tears started coming out those eyes——no longer glowing, but still red. Seconds later, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven was on the ground, clutching his robes, bawling like a little child.

"But I already did, master…not knowingly. But I still did, way back when."

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Nor is there pain, or cause of pain, Or cease in pain, or noble path To lead from pain; Not even wisdom to attain! Attainment too is emptiness.

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Reaching their destination did not free him from doubts, though it did lift a weight off his shoulders, knowing that he could begin the real work undisturbed.

Neither did staying in the presence of Buddhas and Arhats for the next few years, as he slowly but steadily gathered the reference materials he needed for a proper translation. Flipping through ancient, ink-covered leaves and scrolls alike, honing his Sanskrit while learning more local dialects than he ever needed to know.

He knew his disciples would fully redeem themselves upon their return to Chang'an, capital city of the Great Tang. That he would attain Buddhahood for bringing the scriptures back to China alone, and could have left the translation to other capable monks.

Alas, much like doubts, he wasn't ridded of his perfectionism either. So he politely asked to earn his Buddhahood instead, by finishing his translation and making sure people could actually understand the scriptures' wisdom, and was granted his wish.

Perhaps this decision was also born out of doubt. How ironic was it, that he wasn't sure if he wanted Buddhahood anymore, only after it was all but guaranteed?

How ironic was it, that he once was so foolish as to wish he could be rid of pain by severing every bond, by throwing his compassion away?

Enlightenment is not isolation. It is not a single snowflake, frozen in time, but a raindrop falling back into the ocean. You would never find true strength, if you dared not even let yourself be human and feel the slighest bit of weakness.

But what happened when the raindrop, so close to the ocean waves, gazed upon its fellow raindrops in the clouds and thought, For their sake, I want to stay? What would happen to it if it stayed?

Then it shall walk on the Path of the Bodhisattva, that was the obvious answer. However, despite his encounters with multiple Bodhisattvas during the journey, he had never really gotten a chance to know them personally, not to mention making inquiries about their nature.

Well, now would be his chance to find out.

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"It begins with a Vow," the wily old scholar said, twisting a five-petaled azure flower between his fingers. "And the Vow stems from awareness. Comprehension. A glimpse into the void, a spark of Wisdom."

"Then, dedication, in both mind and body," the three-headed woman laughed, gripping a vajra club with one of her six arms and pointing it at the ground. "It takes great Will to descend into the land of the unliving, be a jewel of light amidst unfathomable darkness. Me? I prefer to Act in this world, help the needy before they reach that stage."

"At the root of it all is Mercy," the familiar woman in white dipped her willow branch into the vase, "the desire to see less suffering in the world, big or small. For you, too, have suffered, and learned that pain is no mark of weakness, nor is it unavoidable."

"I would not say there is anything at the root." The scholar corrected. "For that would suggest the superiority of one Vow over the other, one Path over another, when they are but streams flowing into a single river."

"Ever so precise with your words and diction, I see." his three-headed companion teased gently. "But indeed. To put it in the simplest term: practice what you preach."

"True. Compassion without wisdom is dangerous naivete, and sympathy without action is just empty words." The woman nodded. "But wisdom without compassion can quickly turn cold and detached, and actions and worship, done only for the benefits of oneself, is but another form of bribery."

"Mercy is not turning a blind eye to harm, but choosing the path of least harm——sometimes by offering a chance, other times, by recognizing they would not take it."

"But you already know that, do you not? Tripitaka, River-Float-Boy, Golden Cicada."

"Monk, orphan, prideful student."

"Sinner, redeemer, venerable master."

"So go," the three spoke together as one, "and walk upon your own path."

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So know that the Bodhisattva Holding to nothing whatever, But dwelling in Prajna wisdom, Is freed of delusive hindrance, Rid of the fear bred by it, And reaches clearest Nirvana!

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Eighteen years.

Eighteen years had passed since his return. An entire tower was built in the west wing of his temple of residence, to store the sutras and holy artifacts he brought back.

He performed countless masses, to free the dead from their torments, one of which was on Flower Fruit Mountain. He sealed away a fire, destined to burn away worlds at the end of each kalpa, yet ignited too soon inside a child's body. He dealt with visits from nobles and high-ranking officials and rich laypeople all over Chang'an, until Wujing had to carry him back to his bedroom while Bajie shooed them out of the temple gate.

He took in more assistants and scribes. Taizong passed away and his third son inherited the throne. The officials made disdainful sneers at the mention of his new favorite concubine ("A nun! And one of the late emperor's consorts, too!"), then talked among themselves in a hushed and fearful voice, as she stepped over her rivals' bodies and became his empress.

His eyesight grew faint, his back ached on rainy nights, and sometimes he dropped a brush right after picking it up, because of the shakes in his hands.

Yet, after translating over six hundred scriptures, his work remained unfinished, and would likely never be finished.

A pity, but the completed translations would at least be in good hands.

He had recited his last prayers in front of the temple's monks——five days ago? Ten days ago? He could not remember. Everything blurred together, as if in a dream, and the only constant was the presence of his disciples.

His first, dearest disciples.

Wukong had stopped pacing, but was no less restless, if Bajie's muffled "Stop hitting me with your tail!" was any indication. Wujing's expression was one of grim acceptance, ever since he stopped eating and drinking and entered a deep mediation on his sickbed.

Ao Lie…they never told him what happened, but he had a feeling that the dragon prince wouldn't be coming back.

"Then stop standing next to my tail, Idiot."

"Excuse ya', there's only so much space in here!" A squeal. Sounded like the pig got pinched in the ear again. "Why are you so damn jittery today?"

"No idea. I just feel like…something's gonna happen."

And it did, the moment Sun Wukong finished speaking. The air grew cold and still. Before Bajie could yell "Don't jinx it, ape!" all the lamps went out in a gust of wind.

At first, there was only darkness. Then came a spark, a cicada's call, and with light, shadowy shapes.

Tendrils solidified into limbs and tails, bent at unnatural angles. Some silhouettes were fuzzy, clad in fur, some had horns and antlers, while the others were covered in bone spikes and scales. Many were missing chunks of their skulls or entire heads. Even more were charred to the bone, bits of cooked flesh sloughing off them as they lumbered forward.

Eyes with slit pupils, eyes that glowed, bug eyes, fish eyes, a pair of giant, lantern-like eyes, eyeballs hanging out of empty sockets——they all gazed into his, with unconcealed hatred and naked hunger. A few lunged at him, but soon staggered back with a pained screech, burnt by the golden light radiating from above.

Once, the mere sight would have sent him tumbling off his horse, trembling in fear, tears streaming down his face. He would not be standing tall, unfazed, listening to the vengeful ghosts of his would-be killers.

The Great Tang Monk, they cried out. Our doom. Our salvation.

A fellow poet, who became our guest. A group of four whispered from afar, branches and leaves shaking in their hair. The rudest of guests, and a deadly one too!

Did our mother wish for our deaths, Venerable Master? Two tiny shadows jumped up and down, behind a towering tiger demon. Was that what she wrote, in the letter she handed you?

Cheater! Devious bald donkey! A headless tiger, a disemboweled deer, and an oil-soaked goat skeleton tutted. Without your disciples, you'd never have won the contest.

Why is it a crime to eat the flesh of men, when they are never punished for consuming the flesh of our kind? A wrinkly fish demoness sighed. Such unfairness. Such hypocrisy.

Says you! I haven't eaten a single human, I'm just a palanquin carrier!

Do you remember us?

We, who are not worthy enough to count among your perils?

Do you even want to remember us?

Give it back, Great Tang Monk! The chorus of wails suddenly rose to a shrill crescendo. We want our lives back! Give our lives back, or grant us peace with yours!

He looked away from the consequences of his causes, and up into the light.

Six magnificent wings, six limbs, eyes like diamonds, a dot in the middle of the forehead. Cloaked in purple-gold kasaya, sitting in the lotus position. A most divine smile on an inhuman face.

A fleshless, miraculous body, a container of all the good deeds performed over his life and prior lives. A gateway to his Pure Land, an ocean of liquid gold.

One step, and he would be freed of birth and death, pain and doubt.

One step, and the spectres of murdered demons would never be able to reach him again, left behind to stew in their misery until they were dragged back to the Underworld in chains; the majority of them were far from innocent, after all.

One step between him and eternity.

And he needed only to reach out his hand and take it.

Idly, he wondered about what the others must've seen. What made them take that vital step, or stop at the last moment.

Then he shook his head and laughed. Those were their paths, were they not? Not his. Walk upon your own path.

He doubted even the three great Bodhisattvas could have predicted what he had in mind, though.

"I hereby forsake my Body of Benefit, to give all my accumulated virtues to the restless dead, so that they may be released from suffering, once and for all."

A crack formed in the golden figure's forehead, growing wider and wider, until it stretched from head to toe. Out crawled little cicadas, wings buzzing, making a beeline for the howling herd of shadows.

They flinched back at first, then, upon realizing what was happening, eagerly grabbed each and every insect and devoured them whole, dissolving into golden light with a joyous expression on their faces.

"I vow to descend into samsara, shedding my selves like a cicada's skin, my inherent Buddha-nature obscured, yet remain unfaltering in my pursuit. For there is no courage without vulnerability, no awareness without experience, no immortality without mortality, no transcendance without having been bound to the world."

As the shadows thinned, he could see his disciples again, their motion slowed to a crawl, the panic in their eyes slowly transforming into dreadful awareness at the words echoing through their mind. But there was no turning back. He had already committed to his Vow.

He only hoped that they could see the look on his face, or hear the warmth and wistfulness in his speech, as he continued speaking. This is not the end. I will be nowhere and everywhere. I will always be by your side, in one form or the other.

"For every life of mine, rich or poor, ignorant or wise, man or beast, ghost or god, I vow to undertake a journey, learn the meaning of compassion anew, and teach it to those denied of such chances: whether by birth, by luck, or by their own stubborn will."

"Only after I have walked all the paths that can be walked, learned compassion against all possible odds, taught all who were forsaken, shall I attain Nirvana."

The last cicada had been caught and swallowed. Fully split in the middle, the remnant of his miraculous body was little more than a shell now——a shell that was starting to shrivel up and burn away in bright golden flames.

"Thus saith Golden Cicada, known in this life as Chen Xuanzang. May the World-honored One be my witness, and grant me strength and wisdom on my journey."

The Vow was almost complete. Its binding words tugged at his soul, drawing him closer and closer, into the flames above. His form was fading, yet it did not hurt.

It felt like peace. Like a pair of glowing palms lifting up an insect, sending it back into the blue summer sky.

"Namo," he said, and let the light take him away.

#lmk fanfiction #lego monkie kid #journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw fanfic #tang sanzang #tripitaka #lmk tripitaka #lmk tang sanzang #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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LMK Sun Wukong and Macaque with MK's Guardian

Incoming awkwardness for this one! Basically you'll be serving as our protagonist's caretaker. Basically a parent and child relationship. I will say you are one BAMF and have some tricks up your sleeve. For this headcanon, we'll be focusing on a potential love triangle. And it begins with a disastrous first meeting! This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

You've been taking care of MK for a very long time, ever since he was a toddler. You cared for him as much as an actual parent despite not being related at all. To you, he's your darling dumpling.

So you were honestly on edge when the 'Great Sage Equal To Heaven', Sun Wukong, made your kid his successor. Don't get me wrong, MK is a good and strong kid, but he has never seen how ugly yaoguai/demon fighting can get.

Or how twisted some were. But you gave him some leeway if he promised to take care of himself. So when MK began coming home with bruises and not sleeping well? YOU WEREN'T HAPPY.

What made you more upset was he began lying about what really happened. Falling down the stairs don't cause bruises that look like handprints.

It seemed you have no choice but to use your dirty little secret. Truth is, you used to be human until one horrible incident ruined it all. Now, you were someTHING called an Auditor.

Sure, the powers such as changing your mass, pyrokinesis and a shit ton of other stuff were cool but... You never wanted to risk scaring MK with the appearance of an underworld boogeyman. But now, there was no choice.

You dropped your human form and stalked him. Apparently Sun Wukong hadn't taken MK's training seriously which lead him to this black furred monkey. An manipulative asshole that you knew as the Six Eared Macaque.

Now your kid is caught between the clash of Sun Wukong and the infamous shadow monkey, completely powerless. When Macaque's shadows started inching towards MK? You had enough.

Manifested right in front of MK with a heavy machine gun stock full of magic laced bullets, then LET IT LOOSE. "GET AWAY FROM MY SON!"

Cue fight immediately coming to a halt as all eyes were now on your black flamed body. "MK Qi Xiaotian, you and I are going have a talk when we get home. After I handle this."

You didn't even give Macaque a chance to say a word as you fired more lead. Those who mistreat your kid don't deserve the right to talk. The monkey began to run when he realized the bullets ate away any magic. Even his Smoke Monster didn't survive all the countless bullets.

He tried a sneak attack from behind but you grabbed the bastard by the tail and jab him through the chest. Dropping the monkey to the ground with MK's stolen powers in hand which you handed back to the kid.

Macaque didn't even get to say anything as you blasted him away in a cyclone of shadow fire. Sun Wukong wasn't any better either as you got straight into the Monkey King's face.

"You aren't going near my son ever again. Consider your training sessions with him kaput." Sun Wukong didn't even have a chance to explain either as you took MK and left.

The talk to come wasn't pleasant but it had to be done. MK would no longer have training with the Monkey King alongside being grounded. He broke the rules about properly taking care of himself so this was his punishment.

Sun Wukong and Macaque would no doubt try to get into some form of contact with your son. Well too bad cause you weren't staying on the sidelines any longer.

MK's training would resume but not with the same mentor. It was time for the Auditor to come into play. And you will burn every single enemy that dares threaten your son to ashes.

The Auditor is basically a powerful antagonist that originates from Krinkels' Madness Combat series. He's as powerful as he is mysterious. I won't list the Auditor's full abilities so here's this but I can promise he'll give Sun Wukong a run for his money.

As much as I like making positive headcanons, I figured a 'Consequences Of Your Actions' would be a nice change of pace and episode 9 felt perfect for that. Now the bold red text is only going to be used for speech when the reader is in Auditor mode. Otherwise it'll be normal.

Until next time folks, I'll see you back at Megapolis. Here's some Auditor before I go. Edit: Added a little song to this.

Part: 1, 2, 3

#tales of sonicasura #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #self insert #madness project nexus #madness combat #lego monkie kid mk #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie kid macaque #auditor reader #sun wukong #six eared macaque #potential #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader x macaque #macaque x reader #lego monkie kid imagines

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saisaixchan · 8 months

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Since the One Piece Netflix Live Action adaptation has gotten popular, I've seen a lot of people wondering why OP is so popular, when it, from the onset, seems like a silly funny pirate show

Well! Here are a few reasons:

[SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES AHEAD]

One Piece is a silly funny pirate manga. It's entire focus is on adventure! Freedom! The romance of life and all it has to offer! But it still hits incredibly deep and relevant topics in our world.

To start with, since OPLA mentioned it, the focus on racism.

In the OP world, Fishmen and Mermaids are heavily discriminated against, and this is a major point in the series.

One of the biggest themes of the series is fighting against that oppression, and not passing on your hatred onto the next generation.

It explores the complications of fighting against systematic racism and the difficulties trying to move past it as a group, and how it affects so many parts of the Fishmen and Mermaid's lives.

It's one of the most nuanced takes on the topic in fiction, with the characters Otohime and Fisher Tiger being compared to Martin Luther King and Malcolm X by most fans.

OP also explores the idea of a century of lost history, hidden by the World Government. The government fears this history because whatever it is, it's inconvenient for them, and they'll go to any length, including erasing an island and it's people from existence, to keep this history hidden.

And somehow, this lost history is tied with something called the "Will of D."

They're people in the series with the letter "D." In their names, like "Monkey D. Luffy." We have no idea what this D. Initial means, but those who have it are know to smile at their death.

The "Gods" mentioned here being the Celestial Dragons, people who formed the World Government 800 years ago, who are so far above everyone else, that they casually collect and kill slaves like they're trading cards with absolutely no consequences.

They're the most despicable people in the entire series, and hurting them will get you immediately killed.

There have been other corrupt government heads and figures in the world of OP, but they're the distillation of the worst of the worst, and easily read as the culmination of "Absolute power corrupts Absolutely."

And then there's JoyBoy.

We're slowly dripfed who or what Joyboy is, and we find out that JoyBoy is someone who left a letter of apology to the Mermaid Princess of Fishman Island 800 years ago.

And then we find out that JoyBoy is also a sun god, Nika, the Warrior of Liberation.

We also learned that JoyBoy is a title, passed down by those who earn it. And the last JoyBoy is the one who left the tutular One Piece. The one that stared the whole series.

We still have no idea what promise JoyBoy broke, what their connection with the Fishmen or Mermaids were truly, or what the One Piece they left behind was. We have no idea what this grand treasure is, or why it's important. We have no idea why the Government is so afraid.

But JoyBoy's will has been passed on and inhereted in Luffy.

Whatever that treasure is, whatever connection it has to the Void Century, whatever history the World Government is hiding that they're trying so desperately to destroy, WILL be revealed once that treasure is found, and once it is, it will absolutely turn the world upside down.

And Luffy is the perfect person to find it. He's the new JoyBoy, he's the Warrior of Liberation, he's looking for this great treasure not for fame or fortune, but because he wants to be the freest man in the world. He's inherited JoyBoy's will, and Roger's, and everyone else who's been on this path in the past.

Luffy fights against any and all oppression, he hates it, and will stop it whenever he comes across it, no matter who it's towards. Luffy has always been free, and has always been freeing those who have been oppressed since volume 1.

The story of One Piece is so popular because of all these themes, and many, MANY MORE that I haven't even touched upon.

Themes of inherited dreams, and found family, and people not being inherently evil just because their parents were criminals.

Dozens and dozens of places that have their own unique culture and history and aesthetic. Pirate groups, revolutionaries, and marines, who all have their own personal morals and values. The deeply morally gray world they live in. There's plenty more to talk about in the series.

But ultimately, the series, at it's core, is about adventure and having fun.

Luffy doesn't want to know what the legendary treasure is before he finds it. Because not knowing is what makes it fun.

This is just a little taste of why OP is so, so beloved and popular.

#one piece #op #opla #long post #txt. post #i had to focus my love of op and its amazing lore into one post and this is mainly my excuse for writing this

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monkiebois · 1 year

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okay so i was talkin to @lotus-duckies and we thought of a cool dragon-species headcannon that imma add into consequences au.

Dragons bite as a sign of affection

So like,,, im just imagining Nezha walking into the room where Wukong is taking care of baby Mei and theres a green noodle latched onto his arm with her teeth.

"is...is that normal?"

"i have no idea."

thats another thing with baby Mei being adopted by swk. they have next to no idea whats normal and whats not. they decide that as long as she doesnt go biting other people then they decide its fine since both Nezha and Wukong dont really get hurt by her baby teeth.

its also good for transportation bc she'll bite and then wrap her noodle body around thier arm BAM easy baby carry. just dont shake her too hard she'll start to break skin.

when Mk comes into the family she like....reckognizes hes just a little baby and instead of biting its more of a *nom* then bite. swk, nezha and macaque panicked a bit (macaque panicked alot) when she did it but then baby mk started laughing. he thought something about his big sister holding his arm and nom-ing him is funny so they didnt do anything about it really. just made sure mei knew to be gentle bc mk's a baby.

when she gets older she no longer bites in her dragon form.

mainly because her full dragon form is B I G. im basing it off of the hologram thingy we see in her aura in the show so yeah...she literally turns into that but its phsyical instead of just an aura-ANYWAYS.

she still bites when she's older and it ends up being a casual thing. she just leans down and bites mk whenever. she leans over and bites nezha's arm. or whenever the monkeys tails ends up in front of her face .instant bite. purely instinctual and they just let it happen.

they also got her some oral stim toys (im gonna add a necklace with oral stim stuff for her casual design)

soooo yeah

dragon bites.

#consequencesau💫#lmk mei #mei #lego nezha #monkie kid nezha #nezha #sun wukong lmk #sun wukong #lego macaque #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #baby mk #lmk mk #monkie kid mk #monkie kid

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evilminji · 9 months

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Okay they've haunted me enough. I've gotta share um or I'll go insane.

✨️HUMAN SUMMONS.✨️

Because Homosapiens(prob spelled wrong) are animals too! And you CAN NOT tell me.. CAN NOT, I SAY! That the MONKEY'S have a Contract but there would be not consequent HUMAN Summon!

Now, this does not mean they are still ALIVE. But I'll get back to this in a second.

First? What ARE the Summons?? What purpose do the SERVE? I theorize they serve as Minor Gods. No real or great power, Cosmicly, but meant to regulate and allow the circulation of Chakra through... well, EVERYTHING.

It was a great and all encompassing delegation. Sheep focus of the Chakra of sheep. Oak trees focus of the Chakra of Oak trees. And Humans focus on the Chakra of Humans. Who, at the time, could not ACCESS it, but lived off it none the less.

A closed and arguably balanced system.

Then? Hey? What's that in the sk- OH FUCK PARASITE TREE!

A HUMAN eating parasite tree from fuckin space starting EATING the planet. Everyone's freaking out. Summons are pulling back. Trying to FIGHT back. Dying.

The Human summons? We return to what happened to them. The fuckin TREE happened. They get sick. Get consumed. Try to rally their children against the abomination. Their Chakra, the Chakra of HUMANITY, gets tied up in the tree.

The Sage happens.

Trust them with "their own lives".

He's left holding Humanity's very life force with no where to put it. The people literally MADE to watch it are... gone. There really is only one alternative.

Much like OTHER animals who no longer have gaurdians. New ones will form though, surely, The Sage must think. It's temporary. But a good chance for the world to grow. Like acorns sprouting after a terrible fire.

Except? Babies can't happen from Nobody Left and the Human Summons STAY extinct.

But!!! Is there truly NOTHING that can be done? I here you ask?

Weeeeeeell....

I mean...................

You COULD try and rob the Hokage?

Your dumbfounded silence is both expected and entirely justified. Yes. THAT Hokage. The Professor. Old as BALLS and surround by stab happy, mask wearing, psychopaths.

Now I hear you ask, questioning my sanity, "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Never SAID you would succeed! Now did I? Of course you won't! That's not the objective here! No, see, the Hokage has a Summons contract. Specifically, for the Monkey King. VERY handy that...

Useless to us though.

Close but incorrect. Made on the right paper with the right ink, it doesn't even contractually bind the summoned monkey to hear you out. They can just immediately leave. And that's on TOP of it summoning "A Sapien". Quite literally ANY saipan.

However! A LOT of people want it. Including many of his relatives. And you would not BELIEVE the number of people willing to go to truly suicidal lengths to get that scroll! Utter madness. And utterly useless, seeing as it's stored IN the Monkey's realm.

But! To keep people from tearing his public facing office apart looking for a scroll that doesn't exsist? From targeting his children, his GRANDchildren? Attacking his home? Well... He had Enma make a dummy Scroll.

At least... that was the THEORY.

No one would be DUMB enough to USE it though. And ANBU would never let anyone get far enough to TRY. Honestly, it was just as likely the scroll would simply explode. Improper fuinjutsu is no joke.

Buuuuuuuuut? If you WERE skilled enough? And say, everyone was distracted enough? By someone stealing a small child from the Hyuuga? Then for the glory of Kumo you could TOTALLY do it!

Get caught.

Then chased half way across the village.

Maybe panic. Remember you supposedly have a Powerful New Summons and sign your suspiciously blank scroll in blood. Be laughed at by the anbu chasing you.

Baffle the Anbu chasing you when you go to summon something and it works.

And there is-!?

Some Lady! In her sleep shirt. With a toothbrush still in her mouth because you literally JUST kidnapped her from her bathroom. (O. O ) mmmph?! She says. Stumbles back from the nearest Anbu, (who, to his credit DOES try to catch her) falls OFF the roof, hits a window ledge on the ways down... HARD... and~ *POOF* A Summons has been sent back?

Kumo dude books it.

That contract will be causing PROBLEMS.

For you see~ Reincarnation is a very much CONFIRNED fact in this reality! But where do Summons go, when they die? They surely can't be allowed to STAY! They held FAR too much power amongst their species. The risk they run of becoming corrupted by it is too great. The need the nice, balancing effect of being Just Some Dude.

So? You move they sideways! Pick um up, turn towards a neighbor, and swap minor-god souls. That way you won't be tempted to favor them or intervene. Gotta let them grow on their own. That's the POINT.

Exceeept? If someone were to make a Contract. That effectively called for THEM SPECIFICALLY. But... they are dead. Gone. Except of course they're not. That's their soul right over there! Who are you trying to fool? The list of Human Summons says that's one of the souls you can call upon. And since NO ONE HAS UPDATED IT?

Because everyone was dead?

Yoink!

Confused office worker! Sitting in the ruins of the Human Summons Realm and NOT their apartment. Wondering if this is divine punishment for their pre-teen weeb phase. Then some OTHER guy just... *POOF*s in. Then a third. A forth.

And they're all trapped. In what looks like the overgrown, half sunk ruins of a giant futuristic city. Except for the parts that aren't? As they look around its like every culture and age of humanity was smushed together and drowned. They have endless resources. Literally. Since the city keeps slowly shifting and changing around them, piles of junk endlessly refilling.

But... They're trapped. And just as they finally think they are getting a little settlement up and running? The PROTAGONIST *Poofs!* in and nearly lands in the cooking fire. Scares them all half to death. That?! That is a whole ass child! Small! Tiny small baby child! Why is he HERE!? Why is he hurt!? AaaaaAAAA-*everyone panics*

Naruto? Having a GRAND time. He has no idea where he is, but everyone here like him. Feeds him and listens to him. And wants to be his friends! That "poof a friend" jutsu was the BEST just he EVER copied! He's GLAD he stole it!

Back home? Konoha is losing its shit. Kakashi is 👌THIS close to snapping like a twig in a typhoon. The Uchiha are literally shaking people upside-down from roof tops demanding answers. The Nara are actually AWAKE. No ones happy and many things are on fire.

Ultimately, Naruto refuses to leave without signing a contract (good GOING Andrew! He's supposed to sign with the TOADS!) and no amount of begging or bargaining would work. They... they were threatened with tears, man. It was like looking at the saddest kicked puppy in the universe. So NOW?

Now Naruto is on the SACRED mission... of Find The Asshole With That Contract That Brought Us Here. Then Burn It. With the SUB mission of get them a meeting with the Monkey King so they can yell at him and/or kick him in the balls. Either or. Both work. In return?

All of human progress that they can scrounge up. Let's see if Zetsu can survive industrial plant killer. Fuck those guys who won't sell to you baby, save your money, here's a crate of FANCY Ramens. Have a solid gold brick. We literally have no use for it. We were using it as a shiny paperweight.

And so, with the power of "I Know A Guy" and "let me check the trash pile"! The day is.... made more interesting! Saved maybe!

And yes, these summons are free to as many good writing homes as want um! Just tell me so I can read.

#naruto #naruto summons #summons lore #naruto prompt #someone please adopt my Summons #they are harrasing me but i am in a different fandom right now #haunted by WIPs past #forgive meeeeee

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