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tojiscumdumpster · 25 days

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - TOJI

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Zen’in Chiaki. Sixty-three. Location is in Okinawa, Japan… Reason for kill–tampering of legal documents within the company…

The more I read this shit, it doesn’t make sense to me. A Zen’in being targeted for fucking with documents? I have no fear when it comes to those fuckers, but I don’t think anyone would be reckless enough to get themselves involved with that family.

My time there had me witnessing the most gruesome shit whenever someone tried to interfere with their affairs, so anyone without guts would even try to take them out. Now I’m reading a contract with a sixty-three-year-old woman that’s on their shitlist for tampering?

Something’s not adding up, especially when the woman appears to be from that family.

Zen’in Chiaki? That name doesn’t ring a bell. Don’t remember my old man having any aunts, and all his siblings are men. Could she be a cousin? A wife? I have no fucking clue. But I need a more detailed reason why she’s being targeted to kill because I just don’t go around sniping old ladies for the hell of it.

Is this why Kong was up my ass about taking this contract? Because the person is a Zen’in? Does he think I want to take revenge on those fuckers who abused me and the ones who witnessed it? Maybe if I didn’t have Megumi, I’d find pleasure in this. However, I can’t take that risk and do anything that could possibly fall back on my kid.

Just when I was about to close the folder and call Kong to reject this contract, something in her file grabs my attention.

Target had relations with several members of the Zen'in Family.

“What the fuck…” That’s what this is? They want to kill some broad they all slept with? So she’s definitely someone’s mistress. My guess is she’s not actually from the family and was married into, and probably slept around for money.

Maybe now they’re not giving her what she wants, she went into tampering, they found out, and now they want to wipe her out.

That’s the only thing that makes sense. Some shit Kong got me into, but still–why does he want me to take this?

Pulling out my burner phone from my locked desk draw, I speed dial Kong to get a clear answer. Because at this point, I’m tired of the vague crap.

“Fucking pick up. I know you’re not asleep…” I mutter to myself. Most likely the fucker is up and smoking cigarettes yet the line is still ringing. “You got to me kidd–”

“Oh, fuck yes.” Did this… motherfucker really answer the phone while he’s balls deep in some woman? “Fushiguro–calling so late. Did you miss me?”

“You couldn’t get your dick together before answering the phone?”

He deeply sighs followed with a chuckle. “Can’t have my lover waiting for me.”

“Cut the crap. It’s about the file. Get the girl out the room or go somewhere private you can talk,” I say firmly.

“Ah, so you’ve finally read it. You’re going to take it. Yeah?”

“Why’d you give me this shit? Who’s Chiaki Zen’in?”

I hear him light a cigarette and take a puff. “That’s not my family, Fushiguro. How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Because you gave this to me! Now I definitely feel like you’re trying to set me up.”

“Fushiguro, get your fucking head out your ass and use your brain for once. What benefit do I get for setting you up?”

I shrug. “Money.”

“Like I don’t have plenty. It actually hurts that you don’t trust me as Megumi’s godfather.” Again with the banter because I know Kong loves messing with me.

“Fuck off.”

“And plus, I value my life. You’re a crazy son of a bitch. I know my place.”

At least he knows.

He continues, “Look—I think you should take the contract. It might help you get the answers you’re looking for. You don’t have to kill the lady, but maybe she knows something about what actually happened to your wife.”

I arched my brow. “And how would she know?”

“That’s why you fucking ask, genius. If Naoya overheard them talk, there’s a possibility she could’ve as well,” he says. “If she was a mistress, then they might’ve talked around her without realizing she’s listening. Take the contract, go find her, and get answers.”

Kong does have a point.

Since that Zen’in fuck insinuated my old man had something to do with my late wife’s death, I’ve been losing sleep to do further digging, and have Kong do the same.

Asking my father or uncle directly won’t do anything because I know they’ll just lie. And quite frankly, if I ever see them again, I’d probably just beat them both to a pulp. So maybe seeing who this Chiaki Zen’in woman is would help me get the answers I need.

The convenience of this contract is that it’s due in three months—around the time I’m flying to Tokyo. What an interesting fucking trip this will be.

“Alright. I’ll take it.”

three weeks later…

“Y/N, where… are… we?”

Alright—when Y/N said to take the day off because we’re going on a date, never did I expect for her to take us to a Formula One track race. Especially to a race that I thought was fucking sold out.

And the craziness thing is—I never mentioned wanting to go, so how did she know?

Is this the fluffy shit they talk about in relationships? Remembering what your partner enjoys to make them happy? Because when it comes to Y/N, I’ll do whatever just to see that pretty smile on her face.

Just don’t expect that to happen to me, though. Simply ‘cuz I’ve never experienced it. But since I made Y/N mine a little over a month ago, she’s gotten me used to certain shit.

Dates. Skin to skin contact in bed. Fucking self care routine that involves this retinol concoction I still don’t understand but visibly see the difference it does to my face.

And to top it off, making videos together where we dress up in coordinating outfits before we go out. All of this shit is foreign to me, yet…it feels damn good.

For the first time in a while, life isn’t too bad. Me and Megs are pretty decent, and now my relationship with Y/N. . . I have nothing to complain about.

“We’re at a Formula One—” Before she got the chance to respond, I crashed my lips against her to show my fucking appreciation. Her stiff nature shows she’s shocked at my sudden kiss, but she immediately relaxes in my embrace and the moment I grip her ass.

Those soft moans always taste the sweetest when we’re out in public, and Y/N must’ve forgot I have a exhibitionism kink.

“I know where we’re at, Y/N.” I look into her eyes, hoping my own conveys how I feel at this moment. With how she’s smiling at me, I’m sure it does.

She’s so fucking pretty. Don’t think I’ll ever get over that.

“Easy, big guy. I see the look in your eyes,” she teases. “We have the whole day together.”

I kiss her cheek before grabbing her hand to walk toward the stadium. “You’re wearing that tiny ass skirt around me and expect me to behave?”

“Toji—I could be wearing a cheese suit and you’d still want to fuck me.”

I throw my head back and chuckle. “Glad you know me, sweets.”

She nods with a smile. “I do.”

“How’d you get these tickets anyways? Tried to get them myself and they fucking sold out in a minute.”

“Your girl has some connections. Meaning, I know a guy.”

I raise a brown in concern. “Hope it’s not any exes.”

“No, baby,” she says through a giggle. “One of my students' older brothers, who I happened to be acquainted with, gave me his tickets.”

“Willingly?”

“You should know how charming I could be, Mr. Fushiguro.”

I shake my head. “Trust me. I know.”

She wraps her arms around mine and leans against me. “I’m excited, TJ. I’ve never been to a Formula One race before.”

“They’re pretty cool. Just here to bet some money, though.”

“Should I be surprised?”

“Nope,” I responded with an exaggerated pop sound.

“Well, I’ll just be the pretty girlfriend who asks a thousand questions.”

Being with Y/N is starting to feel like second nature to me. Her presence is so damn addicting and I know I’ll never grow tired of it.

Almost like if I keep spending time with her, these memories I’ve been having lately will start making sense. The shit is weird, and I don’t believe in anything… but I do believe in Y/N. I believe she’s it for me. And say if we don’t work out. . . Well, I’ll keep trying until we do.

Please, don’t leave me. That voice keeps echoing in my head, and I can’t help but think it’s Y/N.

I won’t, I respond internally.

“. . . Baby, you’re okay?” A soft, concerned voice overlaps my thoughts, reminding me I’m with Y/N.

“Y-Yeah, my bad, sweets.”

“You’ve been doing a lot of zoning out lately,” she says, brows slightly dipping. “You sure everything’s okay?”

“Positive,” I lied, not wanting her to worry.

She looks like she doesn’t believe me, but decides to drop it, which I’m grateful for. “Okay,” she replies with a soft smile.

Eventually we found our seats just before the race and I find myself itching to place bets with the fuckers around me. Never can pass up an opportunity to make extra cash.

“. . . it’s round one of the Formula One season of . . .” The commentator blares throughout the stadium with intros of each racer and all the other shit they say before the race begins.

Courtesy of whoever this person gave Y/N the tickets, our seats are pretty damn good. But, of course, the best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me.

The best view of the stadium is my girl sitting next to me. Wow, how fucking corny did that sound? I’ve been turning into an all time sap ever since I’ve seen Y/N for the first time. It’s not like I give a damn.

Told myself I want to be better for her because quite frankly, a fucker like me doesn’t deserve a girl like Y/N. And it’s not like I’m trying to convince myself of it either, but I’m known to be the Zen’in fuck up. The unlovable child. The accident. . .

Why don’t you understand that I love you?

Every time I even think for a second about all the fucked up shit my old man said to me, that familiar voice pops up in my mind.

However, I didn’t get a chance to think about it any longer.

Y/N’s plush lips were on mine, rewarding me with a kiss that brought me back to reality and rushed arousal to my cock. But still…it managed to be soft…longing…reassuring. . . The kiss put words in my mouth that felt weird for me to say.

It’s like she knew I was thinking about some shit that had me internally spiraling, though, rather than asking, she gave me a kiss that dispel any negative thoughts lingering inside of me.

“Hi, big guy.” Her voice is filled with tenderness, barely above a whisper when she looks at me with those eyes that say it’s okay.

Something I probably need to hear.

“So, how much do you usually bet on these games?” she asked, changing the topic from where my mind was.

“Depends, but Formula One races are usually filled with rich fuckers, so I bid higher.”

“. . . And this is the track we’re racing on today—fifty-eight laps. Three point two-eight miles per lap. . .”

Thirty minutes later, and the race starts. But honestly, I barely gave a damn about the race or betting since I was more invested in listening to Y/N’s commentary.

If it wasn’t her being concerned about the drivers crashing into the mountain of tires, it was her telling me how hot I’d look in the driver’s gear.

Her words. Not mine.

Whenever I was into the race, yelling at the track like a maniac because I eventually placed bets, she was right there with me—shouting like she placed bets.

Where I was serious, she took it as race shit talking.

Couldn’t believe this, but I was actually having… fun.

Fun.

Fuck, that’s another word that feels weird to say.

It’s the truth, though. And it’s all because of Y/N.

Kind of wish the kid was here with us, but I haven’t grown balls big enough to tell him I’m with his reading teacher. Seeing how my mood is with her, if I had him here, too, I knew I would be the cheesiest motherfucker in the world.

“Toji, be honest,” she starts, dragging me from my thoughts. “Do you actually ever win your bets?”

“Fuck no.” And something about my answer had Y/N bursting into a fit of laughter. “Damn, didn’t know me losing money was that funny to you.” I acted like I was offended, but she knows I wasn’t.

“Because the driver we're rooting for is losing, baby.”

I shrugged. “Nothing wrong with an underdog.”

“It is when you’re not profiting off the underdog in question,” she argues.

“Fair point.”

She sighs before standing up. “All this yelling has me needing the restroom, and I’m hungry. I’ll be right back.” She gets up, purposely stopping to where her ass levels with my face, and I know the exact shit she’s trying to pull.

“Okay, Y/N,” I simply say.

She giggles. “You want anything, babe?”

I shook my head, but pulled out cash to give to Y/N before slapping her ass, earning a yelp and pervert, from her while watching her walk away.

Definitely fucking her when we get back home.

This day couldn’t get any better. From the bullshit at work to this contract Kong finally got me to sign weeks ago, I didn’t realize how much I needed a day of me and Y/N.

Seeing how our conversations have been lately, she probably knew something was up with me, which technically, there is.

Just haven’t had the chance to tell her.

Don’t know if I will.

I mean, how exactly do I fucking bring up my family possibly had something to do with my wife’s death, and I’m taking a contract to find out more? Not happening.

Can’t have her thinking I’m full of shit and been lying to her the entire time. Can’t risk Y/N freaking out and potentially calling the cops. Can’t risk…

Losing her.

It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let that happen. Yeah, I talk down on myself and say how much I don’t deserve Y/N. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch.

Even when I know I shouldn’t have something (or in this case, someone) I’ll take it anyway. That’s just who I am.

A buzzing sound in my pocket gets on my fucking nerves and several missed calls and text messages from Kong.

And besides, I didn’t feel the damn vibration until now.

“What the…”

Here’s here. Here’s here.

I waste no time speed dialing Kong and maneuvering out the crowd to somewhere I can what the fuck is he talking about.

“Finally—”

“Speak,” I cut him off after he answered the phone. “Now.”

“I’m at the bar near the condo I’m renting and some geezer comes up to me and tells me to give you his regards,” Kong explains. “I’m wondering who the fuck is he. Then, I realized he reminds me of someone. You, Fushiguro.”

This has to be some kind of sick twisted joke.

The kind I don’t find fucking funny.

Twenty years. I have seen that bastard in over twenty years, and somehow he reappears in the city I came to start a new life in. Of all places.

The first person that comes to mind is that Zen’in brat that was adamant about having to do shit when that family, and now all of a sudden my old man is fucking here. That little shit is his eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust that motherfucker for a reason.

Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how I feel. I’m furious. My blood burns with rage and at this moment, if anyone even looks at me wrong, I’ll bash their face in picturing my old man.

You unlovable child.

Your mother should’ve aborted you.

Go in the street and die. Like I care.

You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re useless. You’re—

“Fushiguro!” Kong yells. “Are you fucking listening?”

No.

And it’s not like I can right now.

“Text me what you said. I have to go.” I hang up and throw my phone back in my pocket. I need to go. Now. I need to find—

“Y/N.”

Shit, my head was so far up my ass, I forgot she went to the bathroom and concession stand.

I peek over to find our empty seats, leaving me to believe Y/N hasn’t come back yet. So my next move was to rush near the restrooms, asking different women who’s coming out did they see a beautiful, dark skin woman with the additional description I gave them.

Some answered no, and others were too busy ogling like I would a fuck about their attention.

The concession stands were next, and it’s not helping that there’s damn near hundreds of them on this floor alone.

I know Y/N is fine. Probably just waiting in line to buy food. It’s just… I can’t be here right now. My lungs have grown tighter and it’s been harder to breathe since Kong told me about my old man being here.

I’m forty-two. It’s been a little over two decades. Shouldn’t be triggered by this shit anymore. I’ve forgotten. I don’t care. But that little weak boy inside of me is dripping out and reminding me that I’m still… not okay.

Maybe ‘cuz I’m worried about everything going good in my life now turning to complete shit the minute a Zen’in shows up around me. Specifically those two drunk fucks—my old man and his brother.

Y/N, where are you?

I’ve passed at least six concession stands already and still haven’t found her. Dammit, she probably got lost. I know this is her first time at a Formula One race, so she—

Don’t fuck with me.

Anger blurs my vision when I look across to see Y/N and my fucking old man—talking. Talking like they’re old friends.

My strides are long and hard while pushing through the crowd, not caring about the glares, scoffs, or complaints from the people I’m pushing out my way. All I care about is getting to Y/N and getting her the hell away from my old man.

As I close in on them, I’m able to hear their conversation.

“Are you single by chance? I have a son that you would be fantastic with,” he says.

She nervously giggles, but not in the way she usually does… she’s uncomfortable. “Oh, uhm, no. I have a boyfriend—”

“Y/N!” I shout, causing her to turn around and look at me. The moment we lock eyes, relief floods her expression, confirming my observation of her being uncomfortable.

“Toji—” I pull her behind me to level with my father and grab him by his suit collar.

Of course he’s the same coward as before because the moment I snatched him up, three fuckers dressed in black ran toward us to protect him, but he held his hand up to stop them in their tracks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth. I’m itching to kill him, and had it not been for us being in public or Y/N, no questions would’ve been asked.

“My dear son. Is this how you greet your father after twenty years?” The mockery and condescending tone is his voice makes me want to rip out his fucking throat. “Also, I see you lack manners as usual. Did you not see me talking to this beautiful young woman?”

“You have shit to talk about with her.”

His brows raised in realization. “Overprotective over a woman? Is this your significant partner?”

“Y–”

“No,” I answered, cutting her off and instantly regretting it. I don’t need to look at Y/N to know confusion fills her face. “Answer my fucking question.”

“Just making friendly conversation, is all. Am I not allowed to do that?”

“I-”

“Fushiguro,” Y/N interrupts. She catches me off guard by using my last name, but I guess it’s only fair since I denied she was my girlfriend. “Let’s go.”

The silent plea in her eyes makes me wish I never allowed this piece shit to pull a reaction out of me. ‘Cuz by the looks of it, Y/N is scared… and it’s all because of me.

You’re worthless. Don’t ever come near this estate again.

These damn thoughts in my head will do everything in their power to skin me alive. I’ll just ignore them… like I always do.

Last thing I want, which she probably already does now, is to regret being mine. So I took her hand, ignored that fucker and his condescending voice, and rushed through the crowd again to get the hell out of here.

“Toji,” Y/N calls me, sounding worried. “Toji, wait. Was that your—”

“Old man.”

My fucking old man.

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#anime x black!reader #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #toji angst #jjk angst

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jungle-angel · 12 days

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Morning Moon (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Never smack a bull first thing in the morning

Warnings: Sex, SMUT (no minors allowed 18+ only), Rhett showing his naked ass to the world

Tagging: @floydsmuse @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @attapullman

You lay in your shared bed, you and Rhett still naked from the shenanigans of the night before and breathing in each other's scent. Outside it had grown warm, typical for May, but the early morning haze settling over the Abbott land. Amy had gone to have a sleepover at Joy and Martha's, her and Rosie able to run around and play with each other before their last day of preschool.

"Rhett?"

"Hmm?"

"S'fuckin hot in here," you mumbled, burrowing your face in the curve of his neck.

"Gimme a sec," he said.

Rhett gently moved you but you scooted over to his side of the bed. He was still naked, running his hands over his face and letting out an obscene groan as the light spilled in through the windows. When he rose up off the bed, there it was, Rhett's naked ass in all its morning glory.

*SMACK!*

"JEEZ WOMAN!!!!"

You could hardly contain your laughter, even as Rhett scrambled back into bed, pressing his weight on top of you. "What.......have I told ya'll.......about smackin my ass?" he growled in your ear, delivering a sound smack to your own rear.

You and Rhett went at it, laughing and giggling the whole entire time. He rammed his red hot shaft right into you, drawing one obscene moan after another out of you. His name fell off your lips with every moan, drawing him further and further into his high and causing the bed to shake, squeak and clatter against the bedroom wall.

When Rhett finally released himself into you, you both fell against each other, laughing and kissing. "Shit darlin ya'll are amazing," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

Your intimate little moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a bed in the other room clattering against the wall. Rhett made a face and turned bright red. "Oh my God are they......?"

"I hope not," Rhett said, faking a gagging noise.

He pounded a fist on the wall, loudly to the point where you were afraid he was going to put his fist through it. "Who the fuck is disturbin the peace?!" Royal bellowed on the other side of the wall.

"Your son, that's who!!"

"You wanna pipe down over there? You guys are bein kinda loud."

"Loud?!" Rhett bellowed. "Loud?! You wanna hear loud? I'll do ya one better and pray your ticker doesn't explode!"

"Then spin the wheel horny toad! Cause it's on like Donkey Kong!"

"Are you serious?" you whispered.

"Give it a few and we'll see," Rhett whispered back, kissing you.

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"It's quiet over there, I don't like it," Royal remarked.

"You're the one who talked him into it," Cecelia told him.

"Sugar Bear, I did no such thing."

"Bullshit you didn't."

Royal rolled his eyes. "Hey where'd ya'll learn how to do that anyways?"

"In the back of YOUR old '76 Firebird," she told him. "Now get back down here and fuck me like you mean it!"

Neither of the two rooms remained quiet the rest of the day.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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ilythecolorpink · 9 months

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Why have one when you can have both? (Toji Fushiguro x Shiu Kong x fem reader)

You had been working with Toji Fushiguro and Shiu Kong for around 5 years, so you weren't present when Toji's wife passed away, but you occasionally looked after his son Megumi Fushiguro. Because you two had experienced so much together, you two were close. Like Shiu Kong, you were a meditator and saw curses, but you didn't waste your time becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer after all getting all messed up wasn't your forte.

Since it was your job and you didn't particularly enjoy seeing people die, you made an effort to keep your emotions out of it but something about this case was different was it because of how young the girl was? Or maybe the fact that humanity will fail because of her death? It was the day Toji finally killed Riko Amanai, the 14-year-old girl who was the Star Plasma Vessel.

As I make my way to Shui’s car I can smell the sweet scent of the cigarette that he has now lit as he rolls down the window. As I lean down to meet his gaze he adds, "Hey Y/N get in the back, Toji finally killed the vessel." I say, "Oh wow, I really didn't think he could do it," as my eyes widen in shock. He agrees with a nod before saying sarcastically, "Yeah, and now like his taxi driver, I have to pick his ass up." I chuckle back and open the door to his car, getting in behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I rest my head on his shoulder, smelling his strong cologne as I remark, "Mmm, you smell so good, but regrettably, once Toji comes in, all I'll smell is death."

"It's a shame you aren't next to me because otherwise, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you", he smirks as he rests his hand on mine and throws his cigarette out the window while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. I utter "You always know what to say, don't you?" as I notice a slight blush on my cheeks. He laughs softly, and the car comes to a stop. Then, when he opens the door, Toji exclaims, "Yo, I hope you don't mind Y/N but I'm putting the brat with you." With annoyance in my voice, I reply, "You've got to be kidding me? you know what fuck you." Then with a smirk on his face, he says, "Yeah yeah, you wish you could, now just take her."

As Toji sits in the passenger seat, I push Riko’s hair out of her face and let her head rest on my thigh, not minding if blood gets on me. Inquiring strongly, "By the way, how is Megumi doing?" Shiu turns to Toji. "Yes, passenger princess, how's little Megumi doing?" I interject. “He accidentally called me mom the last time I saw him, which was very adorable.” Shiu laughs at the nickname as Toji rolls his eyes and asks “Who?” Shiu and I both give him shocked looks, to which I retort, "You can't be serious!" "How could you forget your own son?" Shiu then asks. Toji responds as he waves us off saying “You guys are so annoying.”

After some time, we arrived at the Time Vessel Association. As we go there, Shiu is smoking another cigarette on my right, and on the left of me, Toji is carrying Riko on his right shoulder. We meet Sonoda Shigeru as we make our way around the building; simply by being in his presence, you can tell that something isn't quite right with him. As soon as Sonoda is finished with his speech about the cult. Toji makes a circling motion with his index finger at the side of his head and Shiu responds with a chuckle as I laugh and then state, "I want whatever drug he is having." As we leave, Toji says, "Hey, since we have all this money, how about we have dinner together?" I reply with a smile and "Really? Oh my god, would you please bring Megumi?” Shiu takes another drag from his cigarette and then replies with a sure. Toji responds, "Since you asked so nicely doll face, I will give it some thought if I can find him that is."

A/N: This was so fun to write anyway, I love you all so much.

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digitalagepulao · 10 months

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The stone child's return was a blessing beyond counting. A-ma had missed him terribly though she never expected him to acquire so much power in such a short time. But she paid it no mind; her son was returned to her side and he had the strength to tame tigers and dragons and protect their land. Every year their feasts and festivals grew larger and more opulent, guests from the mainland and beyond gracing their cave's halls and filling it with laughter and song. Her kingly son brought riches that she never imagined, decorating her brow and shoulders with the brightest jewels, flowers and brocade. Demon kings all bowed low in respect as she walked, her word heeded far and wide. Then Heaven called. Her son left to join the bureaucracy, much to An-Kong's approval. Of course he would, and she couldn't be more proud. But then he returned, with news of the indignity the celestials put her precious son through. Heaven was beaten and capitulated, but A-ma is slow to forgive. But she knew her beloved child well, and he would always return to their mansion beneath the waterfall with the best for their kin and kindred. This was their way; those who could take, took, and those who couldn't defend their boons, had to bow to the strong who could. One would think celestials would guard such treasures more carefully, she thought to herself as the jade wine graced her lips. So much for the might of the Eastern Heavens...

fun fact! by sheer happy accident, the image size divided neatly into 3 parts! but not composition wise! so i had to edit everything to fit neatly in three images!!! man i gotta learn how to plan my comics better smh

yall thought i wasn't going to get angsty? oh besties we haven't even started!! ;3

also hope yall like Yuehua's cameo, I have a comic in mind to explain how he gets Wukong's favor but he ends up being titled Marshal Ma in my au.

#cw blood #cw fire #journey to the west #jttw #xiyouji #bell dragon art #sun wukong #monkey king #jttw au #jttw fanart #Sun clan au

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neighborlystudios · 1 year

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・﹒・ i'm just a warp pipe away [1]

Summary: You were a human who ended up going to the Mushroom Kingdom through a warp pipe and discovered that falling in love is possible, just not with who you think

Warnings: None

Pairing: Movie!DK x human!GN!reader

Parts: 2 | 3

▶ You wound up in this other world through a warp pipe, but decided to stay as it was much better than your life at home

▶ You ended up in a place called the Mushroom Kingdom filled with little people that well…looked like mushrooms

▶They all were saying that you were like "Peach", whomever that was, so you requested to visit her

▶ After a while, a few of them finally took you to the castle and met her, the only other human

▶ And the rest was history

▶ Ever since you worked for her as an assistant, telling her about your world during your stay

▶ That was 2 years ago now and you're still learning about everything here

▶ So when you found a warp pipe that looked like it hasn't been used in centuries, you were curious, but not enough to see what's on the other side

▶ You got sucked in anyways and ended up in a…jungle?

▶ The more you explored, the more you discovered the similarities to the Aztecs in your world, which could only mean one thing

▶ You ended up in Kong Kingdom

▶ In your world, an entire civilization of gorillas sounds ridiculous, but here, its basic fact

▶ You know you should have gone back in the pipe, but Peach wasn't expecting you back for at least a few hours because you loved exploring the land on your own

▶ But you wanted to see the infamous Kongs for yourself

▶ So when what looked like a guard noticed you on his post, they alerted others around him and before you knew it, you were standing in what you assumed to be a throne room, waiting for the king

▶ Then, he arrived, he was old but you remembered his name was Kranky Kong. A very interesting name indeed

▶ "You must be the human that arrived two years ago, what are you doing in my kingdom?"

▶ So you explained the random, unused warp pipe and Kranky gave an impressed look

▶ He said that the warp pipe was used once, but in respect of the Mushroom Kingdom, it was put out of use to keep the 2 kingdoms separate and then forgotten to time

▶ Then, his son walked in, and he made a very…notable first impression

▶ "HEY DAD- oh! Another human!" He was a man-baby, that's the only word you found to describe him. He was excited to see another human, touching you and squishing your skin

▶ You pulled away and brushed yourself off as he seemed to be immediately obsessed with you

▶ He smooshed your face with his much larger hands as he stared at you, causing heat to rise to your face

▶ He was…kind of cute? Oh no…

▶ Kranky then yelled at his son (which you learned that his name was Donkey Kong, who names a monkey "Donkey?") and told him to apologize

▶ DK embarrassingly said sorry as he rubbed his arm, his cheeks being slightly pink

▶ Then he offered to take you around the kingdom and you smiled and agreed

#donkey kong #dk #dk x reader #donkey kong x reader #mario #super mario bros movie #mario movie #super mario

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zzthekaiju · 3 days

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Geez...

Call this whining, but now that Wingard's out of the director's seat (here's hoping they either get Dougherty back in the saddle OR someone like Guillermo del Toro on the line), I've been noticing a LOT of people wanting the next Godzilla movie to basically be "Godzilla gets fed up with humanity and turns on us all". And I really don't want that for a number of reasons (reinforces the bias against reptiles, been done before a million times, personal bias, etc.), particularly one specific detail...

It renders Serizawa's sacrifice, and the overarching themes of coexistence in the Monsterverse, entirely pointless.

That heart-tugging scene of him putting the fate of the world and its number one guardian above his own, of him making one last connection with the beast that inspired him, that moment they lock eyes before he gives his life to save him...it all goes down the drain if the ultimate endgame of the Monsterverse is Godzilla becoming our greatest threat when the OH SO PERFECT AND SQUEAKY-CLEAN APE gets to be the hero all the time (don't get me wrong, I love this version of Kong, but it just feeds into the "mammal good, reptile bad" trope I despise so much). Everything Serizawa and Monarch stood for as a whole ends up being for nothing if that's how it all goes down. And really, we've now done the whole "Godzilla gets pissed at us because of the actions of a few" thing with the Mechagodzilla situation.

NOW, I'm not saying Godzilla needs to be totally spotless. Absolutely not. I'm fine with him being kind of a jerk at this point...but what if he changed? What if, instead of just keeping him that way...we saw him develop? Y'know? As a character? Which is what he very much is, and NOT some glorified plot device?

Listen, making our relationship with Godzilla the centerpiece of the conflict isn't a bad idea. Not at all, as a matter of fact. A good way around it could be that the new monster he has to defeat is Hedorah, or a monster very much like Hedorah (considering the involvement of Yoshimitsu Banno, it feels inevitable). A horror conceived by our hubris and lack of care for the Earth. And yeah, Godzilla would be really angry at us...but he could also be tired. Overwhelmed. Borderline depressed at his Sisyphean life of having to undo every mistake we make. Maybe the real conflict could be him trying to find something, anything that makes his job worth it and not him not feel completely out of place in a world that's changed so much in the centuries he's been dormant. Maybe Monarch and/or a new cast of humans could help show the Big G that we appreciate him. They already teased this with how he acts around the Roman Coliseum (the novel confirms that he's homesick, awww), so why not give him that sort of emotional arc like they did for Kong? Maybe even give him more than just one scene with him and Mothra together, and show why their relationship works so well, ESPECIALLY when Big G's having a crisis! A unique jerk-to-nice-guy plot! I don't know, something that doesn't begin and end with him doing nothing but destroy things. That was cool for a while, but we need to get out of this "Godzilla can't be relatable because reptile" bunk that I have no doubt the higher-ups think. Heck, give him that son that Wingard clearly wanted to give him. Maybe the twist is that Little G absolutely adores humans and convinces his old man that they aren't so bad. That would work amazing! The possibilities are endless!

That, or they could go with my pitch for a "Godzilla X Mothra" movie. Please...?

I'm kidding, Twitter user Riamus came up with a WAY better premise, to be honest.

#ramblings #godzilla #gojira #kaiju #monsterverse

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ladythornofrivia · 9 months

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Bane in my Bones

Pair: Toji x Reader x Nanami

Warning: Spice is nice. Toxic Drama. Toxic Family Issues. Fluff at the end. Smut included.

A/N: Sorry for not writing this series. I should’ve have done it sooner, but there are times when I feel like I don’t want to do anything at all, and yet I feel guilty about not writing the series that I promised here on my blog MONTHS AGO. I should’ve been better, and that I wish for my love writing will return, but I was afraid my love of writing will never come back, at all. Even if I do wish it, even if I do write, I’m still afraid it won’t return, or that I’ll be forever guilty about this whole ordeal. And I’m so happy that I get to see animated version of Toji Fushiguro in Jujutsu Kaisen!!! Thanks to the animated Toji, I now have the inspiration. Here’s chapter 2–the moment for Toji’s fangirls all been waiting for. And there’s a special guest in this series—so I decided to make as a love triangle. Hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 2

BETTING ONE'S LIKE IS NO JOKE

Toji hadn't been doing well with his current money on his bank account. Despite having the normalcy of a stable job, he desired for a quicker earnings. His life was at stake, low budget, low upgrade and low treatment from the great Zenin family. Nothing has ever come good from a Zenin clan. Everyone thought they're prestigiously intelligent and exuded with grace and wisdom. If only Toji could see how they truly are.

In the midday, he was making another bet for boat racing, he bet on boat 7, which is his favorite number. Anyone who chose number 4 is stupid. 4 is considered related to the word 'death' and bad luck. No hotels or apartments are contained with the numbers 4.

Duration of the boat race, Toji watched until he grew bored and ordered some salty snacks to eat up his boredom. Nothing was enough. But his wallet is empty, and his credit card has been declined.

Nothing was easy anymore. Especially the economy has struck disaster.

This morning, he had found a random woman sleeping in his bed, which made him pissed off at the last night's activities and kicked her out with no mercy. He hates being called as "Daddy". It's already grating enough for him for his memories to randomly conjure up in his head whenever he's busy.

Daddy this, Daddy that. He's not their father, and doesn't have a son.

Not that he's debating if he had one or not.

Boat number 7 broke down in the middle of the race and sank along the racer. Frustrated, Toji crumpled the paper and tossed it carelessly onto the ground.

"Betting on something stupid is stupid," a voice said behind Toji.

The man in a black suit and clean haircut, blew a smoke from a cigarette, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Shui Kong," Toji said, groaning. "What do you want?'

"Got bored with teaching students? I'm surprised you survived that college life for so long. I thought you'd bail out on the first day."

"Fuck off, I'm trying to watch the boat race," Toji grunted.

"The race is over, though," Shui said, smirking at Toji's displeased face. "Anyway, it's not the only reason why I'm here."

"Oh, do tell, but first buy me a box of yakisoba," Toji said, disinterested.

"It's regarding to your family," his companion informed.

"The great Zenin family, yada, yada, yada," Toji's hand waved. "I don't care about what they say. Their words always came from their shitty asses. Go buy the yakisoba; I'll pay you back later."

"With what money? You spent the last of the money on boat racing and a snack."

"Tch," Toji disgruntled. "Go, say whatever you say."

Shui cleared his throat. "It's rather urgent. Your father wants to see you."

"Again, I know what he's going to say. He's going to say that I'm the most disappointing son ever existed in his eyes. Thank god I'm adopted."

"This is about your son, Megumi," Shui mentioned. "He'll be taking over the clan in the near future. Your adopted father will kick you out the moment Megumi reach his potential on becoming an heir to his fortune."

"He never shared a slight of money," Toji groaned.

"He doesn't, which is why I'll be making a proposition--without letting them know, of course. This might be involve with hefty sum of fortune."

Toji's eyes snapped wide open. "I mean," Shui resumed, "if you still want to mope about the Zenin family, chances are your future is going to be bleak. Though I will say that rumor has it your not-so blood brother, is taking over the company in the future. Meaning, your last role to fill is not to become an obedient man, but becoming a family man in your adopted father's stead."

"Toji's teeth gritted. "That fucking bastard." Meeting Shui's twinkled eyes, Toji leaned back at his seat. "So, what kind of deal you want me to do? It better be worth it."

~~~

Reaching to your sanctuary, the weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. Spotting you son asleep on his bed, clutching the sketcbook in hand and a pencil on the floor.

You tucked your son in with a blanket sheet, recently washed from laundry--contained in endless stacks of one clothing after another, then there's the bed sheets and pillow cases. None of which are helping you to get started since your college days have been nothing but torture.

Endless studies and notes in your major courses has been hell for your body and mind. This is the only time you'll be able to recharge is when coming home seeing your precious son, spritely and benign, something that you've never gifted with since born. Anything your son does, you support is fully needed, and needed badly. Not children should face their struggles and dreams alone without a proper kindness and support.

He has made drawings, already at a young age, he's curious and experiment with colors and art brushes and pencils alike. Each day, he drew something on a little piece of a sketchbook you bought. But since he wants his creativity to be expanded, you gathered a big sketchbook and a coloring book for him to fill with joy. The days of him occupying his thoughts, whether on painting or sketching, his mind has kept in occupying thoughts, a happy distraction. One day, he decided to fill an empty page of you and him, and despite the family picture is lacking, your son drew a picture what considered to be a tall man beside him.

Your heart race each time your son asks you about the whereabouts of his unknown father. Truth be told, it's better left unsaid.

Tucking his sketchbook aside on a desk lamp, you turned off the lights after you gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

Stepping out from the room, you prepare to make a cup of green tea and heat a frozen bread pizza in the microwave, then set it on the oven, ticking as the toaster heats up. You sat back down at the dining chair, not bothering to do the assignments to hand in for decent grade.

If only you could drop out from Professor Fushiguro's class. He has been nothing but a condescending soul seeping to you as the girls are there to kiss his ass. They didn't bother to consider that Professor Toj could possibly be married or have a girlfriend. He must have hidden it for a reason, however, you felt as if Toji would ever commit to a person that make themselves appear as a burden to him, maybe that's why he didn't mind girls throwing themselves at him.

Both parties are pathetic.

Thank God you reached home where are no typical noises of squealing that you can't stand. As you head lulled back down on the dining table, forehead pressing against the cold surface, you wonder if it's all worth it. It maybe all worth for your son's sake, your son's future, but, at the very moment, you felt stupid to choose a course that is somehow difficult for you to catch up due to your boredom and the ability to misunderstand the lecture--taking the wrong notes or missing the important ones, and somehow your grades went downhill.

At this moment, you wanted nothing more but to sleep.

"Forget to turn off the toaster," a voice said.

As you didn't open your eyes, lulling to deep sleep, the alarm went off. Not the toaster, your phone.

You woke up with fright, shutting the alarm off. You decided to take a day off from your early reminders.

"Miss (y/n)," a sornous voice called.

You said nothing.

"Miss (y/n)," a man voice's became louder and bolder.

Thinking it was Professor Toji, you sat up straight with wakeful eyes, but it turns out to be a dream.

The doorbell rang.

And with that, you set of running to unlock the doors without peeping through the peep hole, revealing a tall man with cheekbones is as fine as a blade.

"Nanami," you greeted, hugging him.

His hug returned quite awkwardly. Knowing he's not a people-person, you still managed to greet him with a friendly smile.

Beckoning to enter, the smell of pizza has caught Nanami's attention. He rushed into the kitchen and coughed.

Your pizza is over burnt. So he turned on the vents to blow the burning smell away as he opened the kitchen window.

Nanami, who turned your pizza bread off from the toaster.

"Thank god my kitchen isn't on fire," you said in relief, your back slouching, your arm propped over the chair frame.

"I take it that you aren't okay with anything's happening right now?' Nanami poured himself a cup of fresh tea

You sighed. "Yeah, it's been a real bother. I don't even want to go tomorrow. Ever since I attend college, I thought it would be good for the sake of my son, but it turns I've been pathetic. I can't even do anything right."

"You'll get the hang of it," Nanami said calmly, sipping.

"It's not office work," you said, exhausted. "I just want a good life. That' why I took upon educating myself, but this one..."

Nanami stopped lifting his cup halfway. "This one?"

You shook your head. "Nothing. Everyone has been a real bother. Everyone is easily distracted, which makes me easily distracted and overwhelmed."

"Why not take online classes?'

"Online classes is another thing. I just don't trust internet that much. Besides, I don't want to coop myself up in one room. I have to get out to meet new people, maybe something to take my mind off of. I just don't want to do another mistake. So what have you been up to?"

Nanami drank his tea. "Nothing much. Just work, and more co-workers being dumbasses as ever."

"You mean like Gojo?'

"Not that kind of dumbass," he answered.

"Is the co-worker loud and obnoxious?"

"Guess you could say that," he said, tossing your burnt pizza out in the trash bin.

"You and me both."

Then silence prevailed. No exchanged looks, no sudden drop of noise. Nothing. Just the AC rumbling.

"I hope you're doing okay," you began. "I mean, I've seen you of not having a decent sleep. Your eyes says it all."

"I'm doing fine," he denied.

You scoffed. "Liar. Come sit down, I'll prepare something for you. You know, Daichi would be happy to see you if he's awake."

"Where is he now?'

"Sleeping. He kept busy with his drawings! He's my little Michelangelo! Ah, if you could see how far he has gotten with drawings. Everything is perfect. My little Daichi is gifted. I bought more sketchbooks and coloring pencils for him to try if he's up for a challenge, but he settled his experimentations on color pencils sooner than I thought."

Nanami chortled. "You really love your son, don't you?'

"Why not? A mother's love should NEVER suffocates a child with their selfish and hypocritical ideals that make the child hates the mother. My mom does a terrible job of being one. She said to me, "When you have a child, you should control EVERYTHING at what your child says and does, and how the child feels and opinions. She's such a fucking annoyance."

“You didn’t stay,” he concluded.

"I didn't," you said, sipping a second refill. "That's why I got up and left from that household. There's nothing for me there. And I don't want Daichi to be in their life. I just want them to be out of Daichi's sight. He'll cry if he meets them, but I made sure I won't let it happen. Same thing goes with my dad and my relatives, and even my “saintly” sister who's way better at everything than me. I mean, who the hell do they think they are?"

"A mother's love cannot be bested by someone's boasting in accomplishments," Nanami said. "Nor does the ignorance of a family tradition."

"I don't want to become like them," you said, reminding yourself. "Or end up saying the hurtful words to Daichi the way my so-called family did. What they did to me was at its worst, and I feel as if I'm not doing good enough. They thought of me as a threat...just because I think and feel different from the rest of them. Even if they didn't accept me, why can't they just leave me alone, instead of interfere at every personal choices I make for myself? They could've just ignore me, pretend I don't exist so that I could leave without them remembering me. Even now, my family wants me to reconnect with them, but I refused. I didn't want to be open to them, I didn't want to give the closure they wanted. I changed my phone number, my address, my surname, everything. I just hope that they...they don't..."

Tears fell down, your sobs grew louder. You couldn't help it.

Large hands placed on your back, massaging your shoulder blades, circling them. When you're at your worst, nobody was there for you. Your dad mocked your cries, calling your voice 'ugly', then your mom's denial of claiming rude words against you, and your sister's cold-heartedness whenever you see her, she doesn't want to look up to see your "disgusting" face. That's why she moved out with her friends.

There is one point where you wanted to become deaf, so that they couldn't hear what they say and how they said it, with their actions as a contradiction.

You couldn't handle it anymore. You just wanted to start a new life with newfound family.

"(y/n)," Nanami cooed, his mouth leaning towards at the back of your ear shell. "The pain will be over soon. You've done well as a young mother."

Your heart jumped.

What you didn't expect was the subtle kiss he placed on your ear shell.

"Nanami--" The hot tea spilled onto his uniform. Nanami sighed with alert.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Nanami. I'll go get some ice!"

Nanami reached for your wrist as you tried to run past him in the kitchen to fetch the ice from the freezer.

"Nanami?"

He said nothing but darting his unreadable eyes onto yours. With your stilled body, your dry throat scrunched up more, bobbing with anxiety. The AC resumed on making the thrumming noise from the roof.

"It'll leave a scar if you don't heal the burns hurry," you reminded, though whispered.

Heart pounded against your rib cage. Your hands coated in sweat. This has never happened to you before. Before Daichi, you suggested and insisted the idea of romance comes from books, but since Daichi is born in your stomach, reality hits too hard for you to handle. Not even your family's unnecessary commentary of how you become heavy and zombie-like, more stale looking and less bless with glow. In nine months, your dear family predetermine for you to be as a punching bag at every chance they get as their way of outlet of their horrible life.

Thank god your dearest friend, your most trusted friend, Nanami, bailed you out of the situation.

But what you felt for him, is he really a friend to begin with?

"What is it, Nanami?" Your face reddened, your quiet voice squeaked with concern.

Without given a warning, Nanami grasped your other arm before he pulled you in for an enticing kiss. Slipping his tongue to your opening, his arms encircled around your dainty body, pulling you closer even when the gap space is closed. Your hands suddenly have a mind of its own; slithered and ran down on Nanami's back, the boiling touch of his dousing office shirt entangled to yours

"(y/n)," he moaned, suddenly shoving you apart for him to discard his office suit off. However, his pants are intact, leaving your hands seizing and undo the belt. Nanami stopped you, plucking your neckline, trailing down on your engorged nipple with his nibbling kisses on the thin straps of your pastel pink tank top.

"I don't mind being as Daichi's Father," Nanami said, chuckling. "But," he said, inching his face closer to yours. "I don't mind you calling me. Wherever you go, whenever you need help, I'll always be there at your side, especially when I’m busy.”

Your sobs are about to appear again. You tried not to show it again, afraid of getting sick and tired by him.

"Nanami..." is all you could utter.

"Say "Yes, Daddy," he murmured.

Your heart bounced.

His fingers hooked your chin and lifted up to meet his commanding look in his cryptic gaze. "Say, "Yes, Daddy."

"Yes...Yes..."

Nanami stayed quiet, eyes coaxing you.

"Yes, Daddy," you whimpered.

With a slight smirk on his face, his face plunged in for another kiss. His hands roamed freely on your body, flowing with soft cotton nightgown. He took off his working glasses before implying a passionate kiss for the third time. Tucking his left hand in your night gown's skirt, his fingers hooked the lined fabric of your panties and slipped the undergarment downwards to your thighs, then your knees. Knowing what he was implying, your pussy is smothered in heat. By the time your pants came undone, he caught the material, stopping.

His phone had ring.

Groaning in frustration, Nanami took the call, but didn't let you go with the other hand.

"Nanami speaking. What is it this time?"

With a ragged breath, your head leaned in against his right breast, your hand pressed against the center of his chest, his heart pounding loudly as it can. It seems like you aren't the only one who's dealing with excitement.

"Fine, I'll be there. Just give a moment or two...It doesn't where I am. I'll be there." Then clicked his phone shut, his other hand attached to your waist again, his forehead pressed against yours.

"Work?' you uttered.

Nanami hummed.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," you suggested, rubbing his back. "I'll make the futon in my bedroom."

Nanami shook his head, leaning his head back to give a longing gaze at you. "If I didn't leave, how will I be able to give Daichi's future career in art and your dreams of gaining a life you deserve away from your family, by becoming as a truest moment of your happiest self?"

"I'll find a job. That's why I'm here, to start over."

Nanami's hand tucked into your long hair. "It doesn't have to be that way. I can help you, just like I've always been. You don't have to worry about your life anymore."

Your brows scrunched. "What are you saying?'

"Once I get back, please let me know of your answer."

"Wha--"

Nanami wore his doused suit and fetched his things before approaching the entrance door. Chasing after him by the grab on his forearm, Nanami turned and gave you a longing kiss. "Will you please be my wife?"

"Nanami..."

He gave a peck on your cheek, then your eyelids, and his lips finally landing onto your mouth. "Daddy's going to take care of you better than before. Wait for me, my sweet (y/n)," he said, then left, disappear from your sight, leaving you breathless at the previous events unfolded.

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the-monkey-ruler · 2 months

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Son Oh-kong (1962) 손오공

Director: Kim Soo-yong Screenwriter: Seong-min Kim Starring: Hie-gab Kim / Mu-ryong Choi / Ji-mee Kim / Hun Yang Genre: Action / Adventure / Comedy / Fantasy Country/Region of Production: South Korea Language: Korean Date: August 20, 1962 (South Korea) Duration: 110 mintues Also known as 孙悟空 / 孫悟空 / Son Ogong Type: Retelling

Summary:

Story inspired by Journey to the West.

Source: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0328458/?ref_=nm_flmg_t_98_dr

Link: N/A

#Son Oh-kong #손오공 #孙悟空 #孫悟空 #Son Ogong #jttw media #jttw movie #movie #lost media #live action #retelling #rewrite #sun wukong centered #sun wukong #zhu bajie #sha wujing #tang sanzang

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hellotrandler · 1 year

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Mario: He's just the chief's son. I have nothing to worry about

*Donkey Kong enters the Arena*

Mario: Oh no he's hot!

#mario x donkey kong #mario movie #super mario bros #mario #donkey kong #mariokong

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mcmookiemeal · 1 year

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Could you do a dk x easily flustered reader?

Donkey Kong x Easily flustered reader

You lived in the castle of Mushroom Kingdom as the princess’s personal maid.

And you were happy with your job, you and the princess were good friends and you got paid well.

Some days you had to run errands for the princess and do a little bit of traveling outside of the kingdom.

Today was one of those days.

But today the princess decided she wanted to accompany you on your journey today.

Mario and Luigi were pretty booked today and she didn’t wanna sit around the castle doing nothing all day.

You personally preferred to travel alone but you couldn’t turn down one of your only friends.

You two were heading over to the Jungle Kingdom to pick up some flowers and foods for Peaches birthday party which was coming up soon.

You had been over to the Jungle Kingdom many times before due to running errands, you were actually very familiar with a lot of the citizens there.

After a few hours of traveling with the yoshi’s you and Peach borrowed from the local stables, you finally arrived at the Jungle Kingdom.

You tied your’s and peach’s yoshi’s to a tree and gave them both a little head pat.

“We’ll be back soon.” You said to the Yoshi and approached the doors to the Jungle Kingdomz

Knocking on the doors with the secret knock you had created with the guard.

The doors opened and you were met with the blonde monkey who operated the gates, you still didn’t know his name after all these visits.

But he was nice to you so you called yourselves friends.

He drove you and Peach over to Cranky Kongs throne room.

It was a pretty crazy ride since apparently none of the citizens in the Jungle Kingdom know what traffic laws are.

But he got you to your destination and you thanked him for that.

Cranky Kongs eyes set on you and the princess and he hopped up from his chair, excited to have familiar guests over.

“Nice to see you two again, I’m assuming you’re here about the flowers.” He says looking between you and Peach.

“We are, but we might need a little help loading them up.” Peach speaks up.

“I’ll get my son to help, (Y/n) really enjoys his company.” He winks at you before telling one of his guards to go get Dk.

A blush tainted your cheeks and you looked down at your feet to avoid the stares from everyone in the room.

Cranky knew you and Dk were together, you tried to keep it a secret but Dk wasn’t the best at secrets.

But you had successfully kept it away from Peach which is why you didn’t want him to help.

Suddenly Dk rushes into the room obviously excited because of your arrival.

“BABE!” He yells to you and begins charging towards you at full speed.

Your face got even more red at the nickname, not to mention he used it in front of Peach which exposed your relationship to her as well.

“No wait-!” You try to stop him but he already had his huge arms around you, squeezing you tightly and swinging you around.

The princess stared at you two with wide eyes and her mouth hung open.

“Babe?” She asked.

Dk dropped you back onto your feet and you both turned towards the princess.

You felt really embarrassed since you just got smothered with affection by your boyfriend in front of your best friend.

“Yeah we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re like super serious.” Dk confirmed in a cocky tone.

You hid your face in your hands because you didn’t think you were able to face Dk or Peach.

Seriously what was he thinking?!

“Woah are you okay? Your cheeks are like really red.” Dk asks you sounding legitimately concerned about you.

“You weren’t supposed to tell her.” You whine.

He raised a confused brow at you but as he realized why you were acting all shy, An evil grin grew onto his face.

“Is someone embarrassed?” He teases getting right in your face.

He was clearly amused and it annoyed the piss out of you.

“N-no I’m not” You tried to sound confident but your voice failed you.

“You are! Oh it’s adorable!” He aggressively smooshed his cheek against yours and hugged you tightly.

Peach laughed softly watching you two have your moment, she wished she could take a picture because your face right now was unrealistically red.

“So this is why you’re always visiting the Jungle Kingdom.” Peach joined in on the teasing.

You stopped squirming in Dk’s grip and just accepted that both him and Peach would torture you about this whenever they had the chance.

“Can we just stop and get the flowers?” You asked sounding hopeless.

“I would say yes but this is just too fun to watch.” Peach giggled as she watched Dk squeeze the life out of you.

It was gonna be a long evening.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!❤️

#donkey kong #donkey kong x reader #mario movie #mario x reader #nintendo x reader #super mario movie

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hrodvitnon · 1 month

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Mothra: Aww, isn't he the cutest?

Godzilla: Aw, where'd this little guy come from?

Shimo: Hollowed King! Come, we must show you something!

Kong: Yes? What have you fou-

Turns the corner to see Shimo, Goji, Mothra, and Suko crowded around Doug, Suko feeding him some leftover meat from an earlier hunt.

Kong: AH. Damn scavenger, where'd he come from??

All Kaiju present gasp and turn to Kong with scowls on their faces.

Kong: What?? He's a food thief!

Mothra: He's hungry. The poor thing's young, he needs the food to grow.

Shimo: He's almost no different than young Suko here. You can't tell me you were never young, alone, and hungry?

Godzilla: Seriously man, have a heart.

Kong: Oh coming from you, that's-

He stops himself when he sees Mothra and Shimo scowl at him harder.

Kong: -sorry.

Shimo: Here.

She picks up Doug and walks over to Kong.

Shimo: We're taking him in.

Kong: What??

Shimo: You heard me. Raising a child will be good for you.

Kong: We've already got Suko!

Shimo: You misunderstand. You and Godzilla will raise him together.

Godzilla's head snaps towards them and Kong's eyes also go wide in response.

Godzilla: Wait a minute, no I won't!

Mothra: Yes you will.

Godzilla: ...

Godzilla: Yes I will.

Kong, snickering: She's got you whipped, huh?

Goji: Laugh it up, Monkey. Mothra is Queen, which means she outranks us both, so if she says "jump," I say "how high?"

Kong: Huh. Okay...

Goji: Now! Little Dougie is going to need a bed to sleep in and a wrap to hold him while one of us goes hunting, so one of us needs to keep him close while the other gathers materials. You have opposable thumbs, so I'll get what I need.

Kong: Wait, why am I babysitting?!

Goji: It's not "babysitting" if he's your son, Kong! Make sure you and Suko play with him lots while I'm gone, any child of ours needs to keep in shape!

Kong: CHILD OF OURS!? WHAT?!?

Goji, walking away: IF MOTHRA AND SHIMO SAY WE'RE RAISING HIM TOGETHER THEN WE'RE RAISING HIM TOGETHER! YOU MUST BE A GOOD HUSBAND AND FATHER FOR DOUG'S SAKE!!

Kong: WHEN THE FUCK DID WE GET MARRIED?!?!

Goji, some distance away, yelling: MOTHRA WILL WORK ON IT! DON'T YOU DARE WALK OUT ON OUR BABY BOY!!

[Cut to Mothra and Shimo, both munching on snacks and loving the dramatics.]

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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers

My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here and here

My episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

(SPOILERS if you haven't seen the show yet):

After what happened to Clark in the last episode we see that Lois, Jimmy, and the Newskid Legion are searching all over Metropolis for him and they name drop some location found in Metropolis.

As you can see from the map of Metropolis in the DC Heroes role playing manual, Park Ridge and Bakerline are one of the six boroughs of Metropolis. Park Ridge makes its first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #447 (1988) while Bakerline first appeared in Action Comics #599 (1988)

As the General is interrogating Clark we het a hologram flashback to his time with Waller in the army and Waller name drops the General's first name Sam. So we can conclude that the General is General Sam Lane (this is double confirmed in the next episode).

Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the silver age in Superman Girl Friend, Lois Lane #13 (1959). He's the typical farmer dad that Superman saves and meets. Nothing too special about it.

Now, GENERAL Sam Lane makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1986)

Like her MAwS counterpart, Lois' relationship with her dad is VERY strained as you can tell by the panels here from the comic (W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tony Ziuko, L: John Costanza). In the comics he wanted a son and Lois became that stand-in whenever he was around and that ruined their familial relationship. And much like his MAwS counterpart he deeply cares about his wife who we can assume he lost some time ago in the past. Also will we see a Lucy Lane in MAwS? Who knows.

Man of Steel, typical moniker for Superman, you're guaranteed to have that in any Superman media.

Slade actually loses his eye to match his comic book counterpart.

Later in the ep we see him with the eyepatch. Matches with his comic book counterpart as seen in this fantastic piece by Deathstroke co-creator, George Perez.

After the Superman Revenge Squad Task Force X escape thanks to Ivo absorbing more and more electrical energy he comes this giant kaiju sized monster rampaging across Metropolis with an axe to grind at Superman. The glowy bits on him remind me so much of Shin Godzilla. Oh and btw if you want to see the Justice League fight 2 very well known kaiju, preorder Justice League vs Godzilla vs Kong. Heres the trailer for it:

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The first issue goes on sale in October 17th.

With the way Lois is worried about Clark here it gives off very Death of Superman vibes kinda like this page from Superman #75 (1992) by Dan Jurgens, Brett Breeding, Glenn Whitmore, and John Costanza.

Jimmy is usually labeled as Superman's best friend/pal so that's a given when a reference like that shows up

As the names scrolled up on Jimmy's IG-esque live stream we see some familiar names. The first is a reference Josie Campbell, the producer for the cartoon and the latter two are references to Superman support characters.

Pete Ross is Clark's childhood friend who first appeared in Superboy #86 (1960) by Robert Bernstein and George Papp.

In the comic Pete keeps scrutinizing Clark and he suspect that Pete might be on to his Superboy identity, but it turns out he just wanted Clark to play Superboy in the high school play. In like most Superman origins and media, Pete Ross is always Clark's best friend, but here in MAwS Jimmy takes up that role as friend of Clark but in this case its since they were in freshmen year of college.

Like Pete Ross, Lana Lang was also a childhood friend of Clark's ad also his love interest when they were teenagers.

Lana makes her first appearance in Superboy #10 (1950) by Bill Finger, John Sikela, and Ed Debrotka. In the comic Lana becomes a house guest for the Kents while her parents are away and she begins to suspect Clark and Superboy are the same person. Most Superman origins and other media usually have Lana and Clark be childhood sweethearts back in Kansas and she will occasionally show up in Clark's life again when they are adults.

After Clark punches through the Parasite body to get to Ivo we see the body just freeze there kinda like Shin Godzilla at the end of the movie. Btw go watch Shin Godzilla, Shin Ultraman, Shin Kamen Rider, fantastic trio of movies! Shin Ultraman is a better Superman movie than Man of Steel.

At the end of the ep Amanda Waller takes over Task Force X and name drops Checkmate. The organization first appeared in Action Comics #598 (1988) (cover by John Byrne) where Checkmate is a branch of Task Force X that was founded by Amanda Waller as a government intelligence agency. Like with most spy organization in the DC universe, they are shady AF. In their debut they legit kill a high ranking official from a different country in the name of "American safety".

Thank you for getting this far down in the post. Be sure to check out the other posts to see what other easter eggs and references were in the previous episodes: