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#376
“Hey Caleb.  You were in that bathroom for a while.  Big shit or were you giving it a tug?  Considering your swim trunks is showing no bulge whatsoever, I doubt you were enjoying your right hand.  Or do you use the left?  Me personally, I’m a lefty….
“Your dad and I were just talking by the pool.  I asked him how long he knew you were gay….  Oh I wish you could see the shocked look on your face.  So you haven’t told him.  He was shocked too.  He said you weren’t.  I told him that I’ve been around sperm burpers all my life and you were a classic pole rider.
“You haven’t said much.  Not one word of protest.  You are just trying to figure out what your next step is going to be.  Don’t worry, I love fucking with your dad.  He’s worked for me for ten years now.  He knows my sense of humor and just brush it off.  Besides he’s been drinking.  But I got enough out of him to convince me that you definitely gob the knob.
“You wanna swing on my dick, or not?  Here let me take it out for ya.  I can see by the lump forming in your shorts that you want it.  Am I right?...  Your dad likes to say that you are quiet and keep to yourself.  I can see that.  Just nod then.
“Ok, let’s do this then.  This guest room’s toilet serves as the overflow bathroom.  Someone will interrupt us.  Come with me.  My bedroom will offer us some more privacy.  Your dad already thinks you are off reading a book on your phone.  Nobody is going to miss me for a while….  It’s a large house.  When I bought it, I had an addition put on for my master suite….  When you enter my bedroom, lose the swim trunks.  Boys are to be naked at all times in my bedroom.
“Damn boy, you are rock hard.  So, were you jerking off or taking a dump in the toilet?...  Look, when it comes to sex, I cut to the point.  There’s no need to be coy.  I’m going to be fucking that pussy of yours, and I want to know if you are empty first.  Good.  Did you also give it a tug?...  Of course, you did. 
“Come here.  Point to the guy you were jerking off to….  You are at a construction company pool party where 80% of the men here work for me.  There are more muscles out there from hard work than a fag like you can take in.  Which one?...
“…Of course, you would go for Stan.  So you like big guys?  He’s six four and built like a brick shit house.  Have you talked to him?...  He can be a bit of an gruff asshole.  The guys call him Ox.  He has a dick to match.  Not the brightest guy, but damn he’s a hard worker and a brutal fucker.  Yeah, he’s tag teamed with me a couple of times.  He can fuck for hours.
“Come with me.  This closet door leads downstairs to my hidden playroom.  I had it specifically designed and loaded up for just about every kink my dick was interested in.  You’re what 20?  You probably don’t know about all these things.  I do know this: you are leaking up a storm. 
“Don’t touch yourself.  Let the leak flow.  Why don’t you have a look around?  I need to text a few of my guests to let them know that I had to step away for a bit.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s cross.  If you have an interest in being whipped, I’d be happy to oblige….  Didn’t think so. 
“Those are my four rim seats.  They are for eating ass.  Depending on my mood, they vary based on how secure the boy is underneath.  That last one secures the boy’s legs up so he can get fucked while he’s eating my shithole. 
“No. No.  Leave your dick alone.  I want you to leak….
“There.  All the appropriate texts have been sent.  Now, we’ll have some time to really have fun.  Come over there.  This is a fuck bench.  Simple.  Easy access both holes.  Climb up.  Knees go here; elbows here.
“Oh, you have a pretty cunt.  Nice….  Oh, you are not as tight as I thought you would be; my finger just slid in.  I take it you are not a virgin.  That’s fine.  I get it, a cunt needs to be fed.  You get fucked at college?...  Kinda figured. 
“Ever been tied up?...  No?  There’s always a first time. 
“Ok, so here’s the situation.  I’ve applied a small amount of lube to your cunt lips.  Your mouth, or rather your throat needs to put some slime on me.  I will probably go between your holes.
“I put a sludge plate under your dick to collect your pre-cum and when I eventually allow you, your cum.
“Open wide…. Oh fuck.  Your mouth feels good.  Oh shit, you know how to work your tongue.  You little faggot whore.  Oh man.  Fuck.
“I gotta try that cunt.  If it’s as good as your throat, boy…
“…Right to the root.  Right to the fucking root.  Wait.  What the fuck?...  Do that again….  Boy you are something.  I could just stand here, and you can squeeze my cock like that all day.  It feels like you are jerking me off with your hole.
“Where the fuck did you learn all this?  No twenty-year-old stumbles on how to treat a cock like you.  Who taught you?
“…Your math professor?  Damn, I never would have thought a math professor would have been so twisted. 
“Say faggot, you have a job?...  Living off your dad, hunh?  You probably go out looking for dick when he’s at work.  You fucking faggot whore.  How would you like to come work for me?  It’ll be in my main office.  It’s a tiny office, just me and my manager Dwight.  You’ll actually have office responsibilities in addition to servicing me and Dwight.  Yeah, he’s another guy that I work with that I play around with.  I employ four or five guys that also enjoy using faggots like you, although Dwight also uses bitches too.
“This is a serious offer.  Your dad doesn’t need to know anything other than you are working in my office.  I need to have these holes accessible.  You want to do that?...
“…Fuck yeah!  I’m getting close faggot.  Keep doing what you are doing.  Oh shit.  Oh shit!  Here it cums!  Shit yeah!
“You keep performing like this, and I’ll pay you what I do your dad.
“So, did the math professor teach you other kinks?…  Eating ass and piss drinking!  Hell yeah!  So you have been under a rim seat?...  No, he just sat on your face.  Did he tie you up, or get rough?...  He wanted to?  Boy, when a man wants to use you the way he wants you need to let him.
“Oh fuck, climb down.  And keep my load in you.  Here hop up on this fuck table.  I want to sample that tongue.  Legs go in the stirrups.  I will be securing your legs in them….  Wrists will be secure at your sides in these cuffs.
“You still in contact with the professor?...  Good.  I want to invite him over some weekend so we can use you all weekend long. 
“This table was designed for butt play as well as eating ass.  Your head goes here onto the head rest off the end.  I can lower the head rest and your head back so that opens your throat to a deep straight throat fuck, but I primarily use it by lifting it up like this to support your head when I straddle it like this.  Now your face is wedged in my ass, with me just standing here.  Get that tongue going.
“Oh fuck.  Fag, this will definitely be part of your office responsibilities.  Dwight will love it too.  As will Ox….
“Hey Ox….
“Faggot, I took the liberty of telling Ox to join us when I sent out those texts.
“Holy shit Ox, this is Murphy’s boy.  He’s a total cunt pig.  I just hired him to work for me in the main office.  Wait until you try his holes. 
“Shut up faggot!  This doesn’t concern you….  Get back to sticking your tongue into my shitter.
“He does this pulse thing with his cunt muscles.  You have to try it.  My load is still inside.
“Hey fagboy, you ever have a baseball bat in your cunt?...  No?...  Well it would have been practice for what’s about to be shoved into you.  You know that bulge you jerked off to is going in your twat.
“Scream in my ass.  Keep that tongue going in deep.  Oh fuck! 
“Look at how much he’s leaking.  Give it to him.  Hard.  He’s shaking.  Keep plowing….  Oh shit!  He’s fucking cumming.  Without his hands, that’s fucking amazing.
“Fag, I don’t care that you shot a huge load.  Ox takes a while to get going.  I’ll be right back.  Ron Owens needs to try you out. 
“Fag, while I’m gone, I want you to focus on the man you jerked off to—the man that is tearing up your cunt.  Here, let me undo your hands.  Run them over his chest.  Feel those muscles and that chest hair.
“Ox, don’t you dare cum before we get back.  Keep pile driving into him, and don’t let up, even if he begs.”
“Faggot, this is only the beginning….”
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infini-tree · 1 year
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the world keeps turning
Summary: The masters across China have congregated to the Jade Palace to celebrate Po as Oogway’s Successor. Though how easily they manage to do this is another story entirely.
A/N: Big surprise, I missed the Soothsayer and I needed to get the Brainworms(tm) out. This fic is something of a sequel to fall (take two), as well as a prequel to my Gongmen Successor AU. It makes sense in context.
Whether I do anything more with this concept is another question entirely. This is headcanon-heavy and retcons the whole thing regarding the Dragon Master title.
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The sun glints off the surface of the water, leaving the river sparkling in the early morning light. 
The Soothsayer exits the quarters on the boat and made her way to the edge, the assorted servants and workers not paying her much mind. Waves lap gently at the side of the boat. She is no stranger to travel, as more often than not she trailed behind Gongmen’s nobles long ago, and behind its present-day kung fu protectors.
A shadow looms behind her. “We should be at the Valley before noon.”
“Good.” She glances up at Storming Ox and the side of her mouth quirks up. “You’re tense.”
Her tone broached no argument. It was difficult for the master to hide anything from her own experience and insight.
“And so are you,” he said, nodding to the vice grip she had her cane in.
Her smirk diminishes. As it stands, the same went for her finding it difficult to hide from his analytical eye. Neither of them have made any sort of mention about it-- since where was the fun in that?-- but it was... amusing to outmaneuver the other.
“I feel it is only natural--” And she purses her lips for a moment. “Considering that we’ve been called to the Valley of Peace to celebrate the naming of a new Grandmaster of China.”
Storming Ox’s brow raised in amusement. “You and I both know you don’t give a rat’s behind about formalities like that.”
“Only when it is convenient. I am an outlier in a celebration that primarily consists of masters as its guests, and what knowledge of qi I know is theoretical and tied to the medicinal arts.” 
Her gaze shifts to the river’s edge, offering Ox some privacy regarding his own insecurities. When the masters had simultaneously come back as quickly as they were abducted, him and Croc had to decide who stayed in Gongmen and who would learn about qi.
“It’s a no-brainer, having you helm the Council, with your analytical eye,” Croc had said, before making eye contact with the Soothsayer. “Besides, I don’t exactly-- how you say?-- rank high in the Gongmen popularity poll right now.”
The months after Master Thundering Rhino’s death left them inseparable in their grief. Now, months of separation left Storming Ox unmoored in a way she couldn’t quite help out with.
“Oh, like that’s ever bothered you. And even if it did, the invitation specifically asked for you too. I think--” And he leans on the edge of the boat beside her, his thick arms folded. “You’re nervous for a different reason.”
The old goat looks at her distorted reflection. 
“The pandas.” 
The Soothsayer went still.
The fortune that spelt disaster for the nearby panda village was not common knowledge, and the late noble peacock family made sure of that. Only those in their inner circle would know of some of its details, but not all.
The Master’s Council-- as the protectors of Gongmen City-- was in a unique position to know all of it.
“I don’t think they’d... blame you, you know,” he adds, much more gently. “Croc says they’re good people, from what little he writes. Honestly, I think a good chunk of them would be too young to remember.”
She lets the din of the river and workers milling about wash over them in lieu of an answer. The houses were starting to dot the landscape much more frequently.
Despite this, he picks up the conversation for her. “Though, I guess you already know that. But knowing what’s right is different from feeling what’s right. Or something. I was never good with sayings. What I’m trying to say is that it’ll be fine.”
That, she lets an amused huff at.
“We’re ahead of schedule.” Storming Ox looks up. She couldn’t help but look up as well.
In the distance, they could see the mountain peak that held the Jade Palace.
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If there was one word the Soothsayer can describe the Valley of Peace, it was quaint. 
While it was far from being a small village, it didn’t have the bustling streets or tall buildings she was used to in Gongmen. Even the higher-class buildings that housed what she could only assume were mostly Jade Palace servants and their immediate family were only differentiated by its red walls and proximity to the Jade Palace itself. It wasn’t uncommon to have said buildings neighbor the rice paddies.
Speaking of which, she could see the farmers stop their work to watch their boat pass by. As they approached, she saw the people crowding the water’s edge and surrounding bridges, watching for boats and palanquins and what other manner of transport masters had as they made the pilgrimage to what is essentially their capital.
When they finally made landfall on their small harbor (recently built, or rebuilt she noted), everyone had their eyes solely on Storming Ox. Which was fine by her, and was certainly fine for him as he quietly soaked in the attention. His street brawler days were far behind him, but he was not immune to feeling appreciative of the clamor celebrating his arrival.
Making their way through the winding paths of the Valley, they made it to its heart, where several other masters from across China were mingling. She recognized some of them, if only for their reputation, but the rest were strangers to her.
It was no different than the soirees the nobles would have, if only by scale and prestige. A closer look at the crowds showed the heart of the differences. The masters still mingled with the few villagers that made their way to them, the atmosphere less cutthroat. 
The majority of them wore modest hanfu-- which even then was most likely their most extravagant-- left her feeling overdressed with her usual attire of layered silks.
Storming Ox nudged her. “Welcoming committee's here.”
She gave a small huff at that... before having to step out of the way as Po made a beeline towards the master.
“Oh, Master Storming Ox! You’re here!” The panda was bouncing on his heels. “How’s Gongmen City since we brought justice to it? Have you mastered some new techniques? Could we do a training spar?”
“Still there, a little too busy with city affairs for that, and--”
“Po, can you please not do this every time a master arrives.” Trailing behind the panda was Shifu, his brows knitted and fur a little frazzled. He pushed Po back with his peach tree staff. “At least give them a moment to breathe.”
“But-- but--”
“The breathing space would be much appreciated, thank you,” the Soothsayer chimed in.
“Soothsayer!” Po beamed. “What’s been going on with you? Any future omens we should know about?”
She couldn’t help but let out a wry smile at that. “Nothing so dire as that. I should ask the same to you, Grandmaster of All China, Oogway’s Successor, and Dragon Warrior--”
“You really don’t need to--” he winced. “Just Po is fine.”
“Po the Just--”
Even the red panda’s ears jerked up slightly in mild amusement.
“Stop heckling the poor kid,” Storming Ox said.
“In all seriousness, it must be a great honor.” Then, to Shifu she adds: “You must be proud.”
Po falls silent at that, opening and closing one of his hands (with minimal burn scars on his pads, she notes).
“It is a momentous occasion,” Shifu said.
She lets out an understanding hm at that. As much as Oogway’s passing had been a shock to the masters across China, the sudden naming of his successor after years of not addressing it was even more so.
The clamor of the Valley she had been growing used to ever since they arrived suddenly spikes as a loud crash echoed from the other side of the center. The red panda jolts to attention, the fur on the end of tail standing up.
Po looks at the cloud of dust that was kicked up and winces. “Uh, I’ll get a look-see at what happened--”
“No, I will,” Shifu cuts in. “You get the rest of the Five and the pandas to escort the masters to their guest quarters.”
The panda hesitates to refute or insist but nonetheless complies, melting into the crowd to gather the mentioned group. The other master nods once more before doing the same, making his way to the source of the fracas.
A tightness winds the old goat’s guts. Granted, it may come with the nerves at the thought of the pandas being here-- did they not have their own lives to get back to?-- but the pauses between Po and Shifu spoke volumes than what amounted as small talk.
She had been so engrossed by trying to make sense of it that she had nearly missed the approaching figure. Though, it would have been difficult to not pay attention to the only bright spot of hanfu in a sea of soft greens and other earth tones.
“Hello, Gongmen City masters!” a chipper voice rang out. 
It was a bit jarring to come face to face with another panda. With Po, she was too wound up by nerves and grief and a great effort to keep up her veneer of smugness in front of Shen for the fact that it had been thirty years since she’s seen his kind sink in properly.
Now, it seemed that the shock was finally catching up with her.
The panda in question looked about Po’s age, with eyespots that framed her face like makeup. Though, that was on top of the actual makeup that was already there-- a bit of lipstick here, some blush there. With her bright, floral hanfu, it felt like she was glimpsing into another world where the pandas to thrive in Gongmen and managed to break through to afford fineries.
“Master, singular,” the Soothsayer managed to say. “I am simply the soothsayer advisor to the Mater’s Council.”
Storming Ox looked like he was about to object, but the panda took one glimpse at her and her silks and smiled. “My mistake. Love the patterns. Overwhelming, but you make it work.”
“Um, thank... you,” she lodged out of her throat. “And who might you be?”
She puts a hand to her chest in faux-dramatics. “Mei Mei. A pleasure.”
Storming Ox clears his throat, thankfully saving her from this moment. “Um, about those lodgings? We’ve come a long way.”
“Oh, of course, of course!” 
And with that, they were off to yet another part of the Valley-- also newly built. The Soothsayer let the conversation glide over her, only answering once in a while. She should be much more cautious of what she was saying, but seeing so many pandas helping with lodging the masters, or milling around, or playing in one place left her unmoored.
“And... here we are!”
They stopped at one of the newer buildings around the base of the mountain. It was a two-storey building, slightly taller than the older buildings, and with a small balcony that overlooked the river.
“I’m pretty sure this is the place Croc lived at, when he wasn’t up at the Jade Palace doing lessons or helping with repairs,” Mei Mei explained. “So I guess it makes sense!”
Now it was Storming Ox’s turn to feel a bit off-kilter. “Uh-huh...”
“If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask,” the panda said. “Though maybe not now, since I’m also working the entertainment and-- well-- never mind about that!”
Before the Soothsayer had a chance to ask, Mei Mei was off. Once her trailing hanfu and ribbons were out of view, the both of their shoulders sagged.
“See, what’d I tell you?” the master said. “Fine.”
The old goat swung blindly at his direction, causing him to let out a shocked sort of laugh.
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sam-glade · 8 months
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Find the Word Tag
Tagged by @winterandwords here and @autumnalwalker here. Thank you💜
And I'm gently passing it to: @e-lisard @hd-literature @serotoninshift @sunset-a-story. Your words are: bag, book, bind, blind.
I'll be looking in Gifts of Fate (since it's the only one that has 'visceral').
From @winterandwords: rain, pain, again, and plain
RAIN
Travel through gateways wasn’t instantaneous by far. It took the team of Engineers at the Gateway Isle ten minutes on average to set up a destination and open the passage. Then, Gullin floated through the Void for about six seconds — just long enough to be forced to choose between holding breath or breathing the not-quite-air that always tasted funny, in how devoid of flavour and smell it was. He stepped out into the sodden courtyard of the Siltwood Outpost and immediately inhaled rain-filled air, glad to have his greatcoat buttoned up already.
PAIN
“The Dark Ones don’t think, don’t feel, they can’t be reasoned with. They’re attracted to sources of heat and energy, to living beings, especially humans. They don’t respond to pain or other stimuli, though they often appear infuriated by the colour red,” Master Varré was saying as Lissan counted off shifting the Sword from holding the blade pointed downwards in a fool’s guard, to ox guard, where the blade was held horizontally, the hilt next to his head. That was his punishment for forgetting what the two guards were called.
AGAIN
Lissan found Gullin in front of the hearth the following night again. He crept out of his room when Master Varré’s snoring got too irritating — not as irritating as staring at a scuffed wall, listening to the Nameless, but then he had no way of walking away from the demon. Gullin didn’t turn to him. “Master Varré’s snoring again,” Lissan explained quietly. “And you’re a light sleeper, aren’t you,” Gullin observed, still looking into the fire. The poker lay on the tiles in front of him.
PLAIN
She strode towards him, her wine-red gown swishing around her ankles. Her Sword was at her hip, together with a richly decorated sabre. Now she looked like a prince — like she’d stepped out of the photographs in the newspapers or textbooks. She was also taller than he’d thought, an inch or two taller than him. She was followed by a man in ashen uniform. He had the most vibrant hair Lissan had ever seen; its copper waves fell past his shoulders, framing a strong jaw and otherwise plain pale face with eyes the colour of storm.
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From @autumnalwalker: huddle, visceral, & stay.
HUDDLE
A princedom away, First Brigadier Gullin Greenbird emerged from a small huddle of houses, shifted the strap of his satchel to a more comfortable position, and turned past a broken fence post. Wetness hung in the still air, making his uniform and hair damp. He regretted leaving his greatcoat in his quarters, but he still couldn't bring himself to risk damaging it in the field.
VISCERAL
The Sword kept bending. It wasn’t much, the tip was less than an inch out of line, but how much could it take before it became permanently deformed? Before it broke? He felt the She-Wolf’s visceral pain through a haze. The Nameless apologised mockingly for obstructing the full experience.
STAY
“I was just telling Marta that while you wait for the conscription letter, you should keep your Sword with you at all times.” Ianim’s gentle voice made Lissan want to nod along; he brushed off the feeling and willed himself to stay alert.
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Kung Fu Koopa (Kung Fu Panda Parody Casting)
Bowser might just be the laziest, clumsiest Koopa in the Valley of Peace, but he secretly dreams of becoming a kung fu legend. When the villainous stand user Cioccolata threatens Bowser’s homeland, the hapless turtle is chosen to fulfil an ancient prophecy and defend the Valley from attack. Training under Master Hendrickson, Bowser embarks on an epic high-kicking adventure as he sets out to thwart Cioccolata’s evil plans.
Now known as the Dragon Warrior, Bowser protects the Valley of Peace alongside his friends and fellow kung fu masters, the Furious Five. However, a dangerous villain threatens Bowser’s awesome new life with plans to use a secret weapon to wipe out the martial art and conquer China. In order to defeat the new enemy, Bowser finds he must recall his past and unlock secrets of his mysterious origins; only then will he find the strength to vanquish his foe.
Living large and loving life, Bowser realizes that he has a lot to learn if he's going to fulfill the next challenge from his beloved instructor. After reuniting with his long-lost father, Bowser must transition from student to teacher and train a group of fun-loving, clumsy villagers to become martial-arts fighters. Together, the kung-fu brethren unite to take on the evil William Afton, a supernatural warrior who becomes stronger with each battle.
Bowser as Po Ping (Super Mario)
Kamek as Mr. Ping (Super Mario)
Hendrickson as Master Shifu (The 7 Deadly Sins)
Jiraiya as Master Oogway (Naruto)
Cioccolata as Tai Lung (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)
King Goomba as Commander Vachr (Super Mario)
Dark Samus as Tigress (Metroid)
Wario as Mantis (Super Mario)
Ganondorf as Monkey (The Legend of Zelda)
Dr. Coyle as Viper (Arms)
King Dedede as Crane (Kirby)
Frieza as Lord Shen (Dragon Ball Z)
Captain Ginyu as Wolf Boss (Dragon Ball Z)
Galacta Knight as Thundering Rhino (Kirby)
Daruk as Storming Ox (The Legend of Zelda)
Crocodile as Croc (One Piece)
King Dorephan as Li Shan (The Legend of Zelda)
Kammy Koopa as Po’s Mom (Super Mario)
Berry Blue as The Soothsayer (Dragon Ball Z)
William Afton as Kai (Five Nights At Freddy’s)
Shinobu Kocho as Mei Mei (Demon Slayer)
Knuckle Joe as Bao (Kirby)
Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa as Dim and Sun (Demon Slayer)
Kagura as Lei Lei (Gintama)
Agatha as Grandma Panda (Pokemon)
Ursaring as Master Bear (Pokemon)
Blaziken as Master Rooster (Pokemon)
Various Characters as The Citizens of China
Here’s your hint to the next casting (It’s another Asia inspired movie):
🗡🌸🐉
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you convinced me to watch secrets of the scroll
now I want to rewatch all the movies lol
YAYYY my kung fu panda agenda is spreading
while you’re at it, there’s two other shorts in the same style as SotS:
Secrets of the Masters: explores the backstories of masters thundering rhino, storming ox, and croc from KFP2. REALLY good highly recommend, animation is lovely and the story really endears you to these guys who were just background characters in the movie
Secrets of the Furious Five: explores the backstories of the furious five, set before SotS. this one is the origin of that “mhmm monkey” meme that went around a few years ago. imo this one is probably the most meh of the 3 shorts but its still good
and of course, rewatching the movies is also good ^w^
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Was there any master you would like to be serving the castle other than Thundering Rhino, Storming Ox and master Croc?
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"No. Getting a new master to serve me would put me in harms way of an internal revolt."
"Although if I had trained the master myself, I would likely allow him to serve me."
"Hmmmm..."
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Thanks for all the support you've been giving on the blog!
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An AU of Your AU, Part 3
"You selfish, ingrate, insolent, useless, good-for-nothing brat! How dare you disobey me! When we're through, I'm going to make you regret your insolence!"
Slap!
"Harder, Tigress, harder! Have no mercy upon your body! Strike as though you were made of iron!"
"I am not here to pamper you with unnecessary coddlings and indulgences! You live to work, not play! Someday, you will thank me for this, mark my words!"
Selfish, good-for-nothing, useless brat! Selfish, good-for-nothing, useless brat! Selfish, good-for-nothing, useless brat!
The words echoed again and again in Shifu's mind. 
The harsh, awful, cruel words he could never take back.
The yells, the threats, the corporal punishments, the over-workings, the verbal abuse he had unjustly committed against an innocent child over the years, and now would never be able to apologize for, echoed though his broken and torn soul.
His adopted daughter was gone, and he couldn't save her. 
The reality of the situation reverberated through his being.
But Master Tigress wasn't the only one to be lost to him.
Po the Dragon Warrior had disappeared without a trace, and where he had been there was only an enormous dragon-like creature with green eyes.
And Tigress' body was gone.
No proper funeral, in other words. 
He and his remaining four students, as well as all the citizens of Gongmen City, collectively stared in disbelief at the monster.
What it was and where it had come from no one could guess.
But there was something he could do while he still had the precious chance.
With tears streaming down his face, he reluctantly pushed his grief, guilt and anguish aside and gathered his four remaining hopes together. 
He couldn't lose them, too.
"Quickly! Go!" was all the red panda could muster.
Weeping, the four young warriors heeded his command and rushed to evacuate the civilians from certain death at the hands of a mysterious monster.
Shifu, meanwhile, committed himself to a terrible cause.
The one who took his daughter away from him had been punished accordingly for his crimes.
Now the one who had apparently taken Po away from him was going to pay as well. 
He was going after the creature and would either bring it, too, to justice or die trying, 
He would also personally see to it that the very memory of Shen was blotted out from under heaven. 
The monster who took his beloved daughter away from him.
He needed a weapon, one sharp and deadly. His staff, the one that had originally been Oogway's, didn't qualify for either of those descriptions. 
But there were plenty of where deadly weapons came from in Gongmen. He'd seen them in the jail, from which he'd successfully freed Master Storming Ox and Master Croc after reasoning with them. 
Under the cloak of darkness, he'd crept back to Gongmen Jail in the night. Everyone in the city had abandoned their posts during the day in order to get to safety. 
Now he had the perfect opportunity to select his weapon of revenge from the racks.
Some swords, daggers, spears, maces and halberds were among those available. 
It was a halberd that caught his attention. Sharp and precise, it could easily slay a creature such as what he'd seen, if luck was with him.
Yes, this was the one.
He took it and held it in his hands. It was heavy, but nothing he couldn't handle.
This was his chance. He couldn't fail again. He wouldn't. Not now, after having failed as a master, a father, and even a person in general. 
I will make you pay. 
This is so good! Although I'm kind of nervous of what will happen next given the circumstances. Also, I would like to have some words with Shifu :)
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Material and moral condition of man
When such was the material and moral condition of man, what was his intellectual condition ? what were his knowledge, his worship, and his religion? Turn to the earliest traditions of men, to the simple ideas of childhood, and especially to the savage tribes we know, and we have the answer. Man’s intellect was far feebler than his activity or his feelings. He knew nothing, he rested in the first imagination. He reasoned on nothing, he supposed everything.
He looked upon nature, and saw it full of life, motion, and strength. He knew what struggles he had with it; he felt it often crush him, he felt he could often would it; and he thought that all, brutes, plants, rivers, storms, forests, and mountains, were powers, living, feeling, and acting like himself. Do not the primeval legends, the fairy tales of all nations, show it to us? Does not the child punish its doll, and the savage defy the thunder, and the horse start at a gnarled oak swaying its boughs like arms in the wind ? Man then looked out upon nature, and thought it a living thing — a simple belief which answered all questions. He knew nothing of matter, or elements, or laws.
His celestial and his terrestrial philosophy was summed up in this — things act so because they choose. He never asked why the sun or moon rose and set. They were bright beings who walked their own paths when and as they pleased. He never thought why a volcano smoked, or a river overflowed ; or thought only that the one was wroth and roared, and that the other had started in fury from his bed.
And what was his religion ? What could it but be ? Affection for the fruits and flowers of the earth—dread and prostration before the terrible in nature — worship of the bright sun, or sheltering grove, or mountain — in a word, the adoration of nature, the untutored impulse towards the master powers around. As yet nothing was fixed, nothing common. Each worshipped in love or dread what most seized his fancy; each family had its own fetishes ; each tribe its stones or mountains; often it worshipped its own dead — friends who had begun a new existence : who appeared to them in dreams, and were thought to haunt the old familiar spots.
Feelings and sympathies
Such was their religion, the unguided faith of childhood, exaggerating all the feelings and sympathies, stimulating love, and hatred, and movement, and destruction, but leaving everything vague, giving no fixity, no unity, no permanence. In such a condition, doubtless, man passed through many thousand years: tribe struggling with tribe in endless battles for their hunting grounds ; often, we may fear, devouring their captives; without any fixed abode, or definite association, or material progress ; yet gradually forming the various arts and institutions of life, gradually learning the use of clothes, of metals, of implements, of speech — a race whose life depended solely upon the chase, whose only society was the tribe, whose religion was the worship of natural objects.
In this first struggle with nature, man was not long quite alone. Slowly he won over to his side one or two of the higher animals. This wonderful victory assured his ultimate ascendancy. The dog was won from his wolf-like state to join and aid in the chase. The horse bowed his strength in generous submission to a master. We do not reflect enough upon the efforts that this cost guided tour ephesus. We are forgetful of the wonders of patience, gentleness, sympathy, sagacity, and nerve, which were required for the first domestication of animals. We may reflect upon the long centuries of care which were needed to change the very nature of these noble brutes, without whom we should indeed be helpless. By degrees the ox, the sheep, the goat, the hog, the camel, and the ass, with horse and dog, were reared by man, formed part of his simple family, and became the lower portion of the tribe.
Their very natures, their external forms, were changed. Milk and its compounds formed the basis of food. The hunter’s life became less precarious, less rambling, less violent. In short, the second great stage of human existence began, and pastoral life commenced.
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Material and moral condition of man
When such was the material and moral condition of man, what was his intellectual condition ? what were his knowledge, his worship, and his religion? Turn to the earliest traditions of men, to the simple ideas of childhood, and especially to the savage tribes we know, and we have the answer. Man’s intellect was far feebler than his activity or his feelings. He knew nothing, he rested in the first imagination. He reasoned on nothing, he supposed everything.
He looked upon nature, and saw it full of life, motion, and strength. He knew what struggles he had with it; he felt it often crush him, he felt he could often would it; and he thought that all, brutes, plants, rivers, storms, forests, and mountains, were powers, living, feeling, and acting like himself. Do not the primeval legends, the fairy tales of all nations, show it to us? Does not the child punish its doll, and the savage defy the thunder, and the horse start at a gnarled oak swaying its boughs like arms in the wind ? Man then looked out upon nature, and thought it a living thing — a simple belief which answered all questions. He knew nothing of matter, or elements, or laws.
His celestial and his terrestrial philosophy was summed up in this — things act so because they choose. He never asked why the sun or moon rose and set. They were bright beings who walked their own paths when and as they pleased. He never thought why a volcano smoked, or a river overflowed ; or thought only that the one was wroth and roared, and that the other had started in fury from his bed.
And what was his religion ? What could it but be ? Affection for the fruits and flowers of the earth—dread and prostration before the terrible in nature — worship of the bright sun, or sheltering grove, or mountain — in a word, the adoration of nature, the untutored impulse towards the master powers around. As yet nothing was fixed, nothing common. Each worshipped in love or dread what most seized his fancy; each family had its own fetishes ; each tribe its stones or mountains; often it worshipped its own dead — friends who had begun a new existence : who appeared to them in dreams, and were thought to haunt the old familiar spots.
Feelings and sympathies
Such was their religion, the unguided faith of childhood, exaggerating all the feelings and sympathies, stimulating love, and hatred, and movement, and destruction, but leaving everything vague, giving no fixity, no unity, no permanence. In such a condition, doubtless, man passed through many thousand years: tribe struggling with tribe in endless battles for their hunting grounds ; often, we may fear, devouring their captives; without any fixed abode, or definite association, or material progress ; yet gradually forming the various arts and institutions of life, gradually learning the use of clothes, of metals, of implements, of speech — a race whose life depended solely upon the chase, whose only society was the tribe, whose religion was the worship of natural objects.
In this first struggle with nature, man was not long quite alone. Slowly he won over to his side one or two of the higher animals. This wonderful victory assured his ultimate ascendancy. The dog was won from his wolf-like state to join and aid in the chase. The horse bowed his strength in generous submission to a master. We do not reflect enough upon the efforts that this cost guided tour ephesus. We are forgetful of the wonders of patience, gentleness, sympathy, sagacity, and nerve, which were required for the first domestication of animals. We may reflect upon the long centuries of care which were needed to change the very nature of these noble brutes, without whom we should indeed be helpless. By degrees the ox, the sheep, the goat, the hog, the camel, and the ass, with horse and dog, were reared by man, formed part of his simple family, and became the lower portion of the tribe.
Their very natures, their external forms, were changed. Milk and its compounds formed the basis of food. The hunter’s life became less precarious, less rambling, less violent. In short, the second great stage of human existence began, and pastoral life commenced.
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Material and moral condition of man
When such was the material and moral condition of man, what was his intellectual condition ? what were his knowledge, his worship, and his religion? Turn to the earliest traditions of men, to the simple ideas of childhood, and especially to the savage tribes we know, and we have the answer. Man’s intellect was far feebler than his activity or his feelings. He knew nothing, he rested in the first imagination. He reasoned on nothing, he supposed everything.
He looked upon nature, and saw it full of life, motion, and strength. He knew what struggles he had with it; he felt it often crush him, he felt he could often would it; and he thought that all, brutes, plants, rivers, storms, forests, and mountains, were powers, living, feeling, and acting like himself. Do not the primeval legends, the fairy tales of all nations, show it to us? Does not the child punish its doll, and the savage defy the thunder, and the horse start at a gnarled oak swaying its boughs like arms in the wind ? Man then looked out upon nature, and thought it a living thing — a simple belief which answered all questions. He knew nothing of matter, or elements, or laws.
His celestial and his terrestrial philosophy was summed up in this — things act so because they choose. He never asked why the sun or moon rose and set. They were bright beings who walked their own paths when and as they pleased. He never thought why a volcano smoked, or a river overflowed ; or thought only that the one was wroth and roared, and that the other had started in fury from his bed.
And what was his religion ? What could it but be ? Affection for the fruits and flowers of the earth—dread and prostration before the terrible in nature — worship of the bright sun, or sheltering grove, or mountain — in a word, the adoration of nature, the untutored impulse towards the master powers around. As yet nothing was fixed, nothing common. Each worshipped in love or dread what most seized his fancy; each family had its own fetishes ; each tribe its stones or mountains; often it worshipped its own dead — friends who had begun a new existence : who appeared to them in dreams, and were thought to haunt the old familiar spots.
Feelings and sympathies
Such was their religion, the unguided faith of childhood, exaggerating all the feelings and sympathies, stimulating love, and hatred, and movement, and destruction, but leaving everything vague, giving no fixity, no unity, no permanence. In such a condition, doubtless, man passed through many thousand years: tribe struggling with tribe in endless battles for their hunting grounds ; often, we may fear, devouring their captives; without any fixed abode, or definite association, or material progress ; yet gradually forming the various arts and institutions of life, gradually learning the use of clothes, of metals, of implements, of speech — a race whose life depended solely upon the chase, whose only society was the tribe, whose religion was the worship of natural objects.
In this first struggle with nature, man was not long quite alone. Slowly he won over to his side one or two of the higher animals. This wonderful victory assured his ultimate ascendancy. The dog was won from his wolf-like state to join and aid in the chase. The horse bowed his strength in generous submission to a master. We do not reflect enough upon the efforts that this cost guided tour ephesus. We are forgetful of the wonders of patience, gentleness, sympathy, sagacity, and nerve, which were required for the first domestication of animals. We may reflect upon the long centuries of care which were needed to change the very nature of these noble brutes, without whom we should indeed be helpless. By degrees the ox, the sheep, the goat, the hog, the camel, and the ass, with horse and dog, were reared by man, formed part of his simple family, and became the lower portion of the tribe.
Their very natures, their external forms, were changed. Milk and its compounds formed the basis of food. The hunter’s life became less precarious, less rambling, less violent. In short, the second great stage of human existence began, and pastoral life commenced.
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Material and moral condition of man
When such was the material and moral condition of man, what was his intellectual condition ? what were his knowledge, his worship, and his religion? Turn to the earliest traditions of men, to the simple ideas of childhood, and especially to the savage tribes we know, and we have the answer. Man’s intellect was far feebler than his activity or his feelings. He knew nothing, he rested in the first imagination. He reasoned on nothing, he supposed everything.
He looked upon nature, and saw it full of life, motion, and strength. He knew what struggles he had with it; he felt it often crush him, he felt he could often would it; and he thought that all, brutes, plants, rivers, storms, forests, and mountains, were powers, living, feeling, and acting like himself. Do not the primeval legends, the fairy tales of all nations, show it to us? Does not the child punish its doll, and the savage defy the thunder, and the horse start at a gnarled oak swaying its boughs like arms in the wind ? Man then looked out upon nature, and thought it a living thing — a simple belief which answered all questions. He knew nothing of matter, or elements, or laws.
His celestial and his terrestrial philosophy was summed up in this — things act so because they choose. He never asked why the sun or moon rose and set. They were bright beings who walked their own paths when and as they pleased. He never thought why a volcano smoked, or a river overflowed ; or thought only that the one was wroth and roared, and that the other had started in fury from his bed.
And what was his religion ? What could it but be ? Affection for the fruits and flowers of the earth—dread and prostration before the terrible in nature — worship of the bright sun, or sheltering grove, or mountain — in a word, the adoration of nature, the untutored impulse towards the master powers around. As yet nothing was fixed, nothing common. Each worshipped in love or dread what most seized his fancy; each family had its own fetishes ; each tribe its stones or mountains; often it worshipped its own dead — friends who had begun a new existence : who appeared to them in dreams, and were thought to haunt the old familiar spots.
Feelings and sympathies
Such was their religion, the unguided faith of childhood, exaggerating all the feelings and sympathies, stimulating love, and hatred, and movement, and destruction, but leaving everything vague, giving no fixity, no unity, no permanence. In such a condition, doubtless, man passed through many thousand years: tribe struggling with tribe in endless battles for their hunting grounds ; often, we may fear, devouring their captives; without any fixed abode, or definite association, or material progress ; yet gradually forming the various arts and institutions of life, gradually learning the use of clothes, of metals, of implements, of speech — a race whose life depended solely upon the chase, whose only society was the tribe, whose religion was the worship of natural objects.
In this first struggle with nature, man was not long quite alone. Slowly he won over to his side one or two of the higher animals. This wonderful victory assured his ultimate ascendancy. The dog was won from his wolf-like state to join and aid in the chase. The horse bowed his strength in generous submission to a master. We do not reflect enough upon the efforts that this cost guided tour ephesus. We are forgetful of the wonders of patience, gentleness, sympathy, sagacity, and nerve, which were required for the first domestication of animals. We may reflect upon the long centuries of care which were needed to change the very nature of these noble brutes, without whom we should indeed be helpless. By degrees the ox, the sheep, the goat, the hog, the camel, and the ass, with horse and dog, were reared by man, formed part of his simple family, and became the lower portion of the tribe.
Their very natures, their external forms, were changed. Milk and its compounds formed the basis of food. The hunter’s life became less precarious, less rambling, less violent. In short, the second great stage of human existence began, and pastoral life commenced.
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Material and moral condition of man
When such was the material and moral condition of man, what was his intellectual condition ? what were his knowledge, his worship, and his religion? Turn to the earliest traditions of men, to the simple ideas of childhood, and especially to the savage tribes we know, and we have the answer. Man’s intellect was far feebler than his activity or his feelings. He knew nothing, he rested in the first imagination. He reasoned on nothing, he supposed everything.
He looked upon nature, and saw it full of life, motion, and strength. He knew what struggles he had with it; he felt it often crush him, he felt he could often would it; and he thought that all, brutes, plants, rivers, storms, forests, and mountains, were powers, living, feeling, and acting like himself. Do not the primeval legends, the fairy tales of all nations, show it to us? Does not the child punish its doll, and the savage defy the thunder, and the horse start at a gnarled oak swaying its boughs like arms in the wind ? Man then looked out upon nature, and thought it a living thing — a simple belief which answered all questions. He knew nothing of matter, or elements, or laws.
His celestial and his terrestrial philosophy was summed up in this — things act so because they choose. He never asked why the sun or moon rose and set. They were bright beings who walked their own paths when and as they pleased. He never thought why a volcano smoked, or a river overflowed ; or thought only that the one was wroth and roared, and that the other had started in fury from his bed.
And what was his religion ? What could it but be ? Affection for the fruits and flowers of the earth—dread and prostration before the terrible in nature — worship of the bright sun, or sheltering grove, or mountain — in a word, the adoration of nature, the untutored impulse towards the master powers around. As yet nothing was fixed, nothing common. Each worshipped in love or dread what most seized his fancy; each family had its own fetishes ; each tribe its stones or mountains; often it worshipped its own dead — friends who had begun a new existence : who appeared to them in dreams, and were thought to haunt the old familiar spots.
Feelings and sympathies
Such was their religion, the unguided faith of childhood, exaggerating all the feelings and sympathies, stimulating love, and hatred, and movement, and destruction, but leaving everything vague, giving no fixity, no unity, no permanence. In such a condition, doubtless, man passed through many thousand years: tribe struggling with tribe in endless battles for their hunting grounds ; often, we may fear, devouring their captives; without any fixed abode, or definite association, or material progress ; yet gradually forming the various arts and institutions of life, gradually learning the use of clothes, of metals, of implements, of speech — a race whose life depended solely upon the chase, whose only society was the tribe, whose religion was the worship of natural objects.
In this first struggle with nature, man was not long quite alone. Slowly he won over to his side one or two of the higher animals. This wonderful victory assured his ultimate ascendancy. The dog was won from his wolf-like state to join and aid in the chase. The horse bowed his strength in generous submission to a master. We do not reflect enough upon the efforts that this cost guided tour ephesus. We are forgetful of the wonders of patience, gentleness, sympathy, sagacity, and nerve, which were required for the first domestication of animals. We may reflect upon the long centuries of care which were needed to change the very nature of these noble brutes, without whom we should indeed be helpless. By degrees the ox, the sheep, the goat, the hog, the camel, and the ass, with horse and dog, were reared by man, formed part of his simple family, and became the lower portion of the tribe.
Their very natures, their external forms, were changed. Milk and its compounds formed the basis of food. The hunter’s life became less precarious, less rambling, less violent. In short, the second great stage of human existence began, and pastoral life commenced.
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