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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Tangled Love

(A @semisolidmind Drabble)

Ok! I ran this by Semi before I posted just because I know absolutely nothing about LMK (except the animation can be so pretty!) just so I could get their characters down. I hope you all like it !

She just wanted to escape- both from this place and from her own mind tonight.

The ghosts of memories were walking and she had no distractions to chase them away.

Peaches walked the cool cavern halls of Water- Curtain Cave, her feet echoing in the depths. The sandals she wore and the ornamental clothing she had been thrown into made her scalp prickle and her skin itch. It was too much- but the attendants wouldn’t hear a thing about it.

She had to look the part of Queen.

Peaches, in the absence of the Lord of the mountain and his right hand and sword, was the remaining voice of authority.

To a point.

Finishing with courtly duties and listening in on behalf of her husbands wasn't a huge chore. The two of them rarely left at the same time however. If one was called away the other would remain. Or Peaches herself would be brought along.

This time however she hadn’t been.

It was the first time in ten years.

She had just this night- just this moment of reprieve and she would make the most of it. Or so she thought. Instead, she was fighting something that reared its head and struck her nerves like a asp.

However she wasn’t alone quite yet. As she rounded the corner and came to golden lacquered doors of her bedchamber - their bedchamber- she paused.

“Will that be all my queen?” One of the attending retinue of her guard asked. It was a guard her husbands insisted upon whenever both were away from home- a set of seven of the most battle scarred simians Peaches had ever seen.

They were tasked and sworn with following her everywhere - to the dining hall, to the throne room. If she wished to go and sit among the apple trees and listen to the wind play over the mountain grasses her guard would double in size. Peaches tried to not cause the denizens of Flower fruit mountain any more problems or stressors by going outside when both the King and his Brother in arms were away on a war path.

Her husbands.

It’s what they titled themselves now, after a decade of the terrible start they had on their relationship with her. When she had met the two, they had been just tiny monkeys. A sly looking ginger and gold monkey who had loved to cling to her arms and a dark black furred monkey that brought her fruits and almonds from the wild.

My sweet boys.

They had been her monkeys back then- the little prankster angels she had thought were just simple beasts, trying to survive out in the world.

She had been wrong.

The decision to upend her life, she guessed, had been floated around for months between the two disguised demons as they ate her fruit and enjoyed her touches. It was a mutual one that both had decided was the best option for her.

She took a steadying breath, coming back to the present. Peaches wanted a chance to be alone. Something so rare she craved it like a man in a desert craved water.

“Yes, general. I think I’ll retire early for the day.” She smiled at the monkey who dipped his body into a bow. The gleam of his armor set the flickers of a memory brewing. Fire in the trees, the smell of iron on the wind and a figure among the debris. She shook her head to dislodge it. The rest of them weren’t awful to her. Her husbands weren’t awful to her. They had just ….

Taken away her decisions.

“Very well Queen.” Peaches flinched, unable to quite stomach the title and what that truly meant. If I am queen then why am I without choices? “If you need us call us.”

She turned the handle in the door and slipped in side with as much grace as she could muster.

Peaches closed the ornamental doors to the bedroom, resting her head against the door. Steady. Deep breaths. In through her nose out through her mouth.

The illusion of a paradise that Wukong had built and Macaque helped facilitate always lost its color and believability when they were away. They couldn’t feed her the sugared lies and candied perceptions to tamp back the memories of that night.

It had been just another night on the small farm - a June night of heat and singing cicadas- of windows wide open and Peaches trying to escape that heat. There wasn’t much she could do to escape it. The moisture clung to her and made her bedding stick and clog her nose. So on these nights she stayed up, usually with a candle or the moon to illuminate her night, and read.

The knock on the door was not something typical.

The memory was rising and she couldn’t hold it back. I have to ride it out. Survive it.

Like she had survived that night. Getting visitors in the dead of the night had been unconventional- and she remembered the feeling of being perturbed. Don’t answer it, she told the memory. But this was the past and ghosts of the past didn’t change their course.

She had closed her book, had stepped down the hall to the door and had opened it.

I should have called through- told him to stay away! I should have never left my bed or my book.

It was a drunk man. A fellow farm hand called in for one of the families to help bring in a harvest that had proved too bountiful for the immediate family to handle. Peaches could see the man before her eyes, smell the reek of him.

A drunk.

“Well ain’t it the village spinster! Whaaa da pretty thing you are!” He was a cloud of bitter rice wine, of too much sake on his breath. The intensity of it had a physical effect on her memory and in the present, Peaches wrinkled her nose.

“You should go home Sir.” She had told him- tried to close the door.

His foot moved faster and his hands had caught the door.

A wild set of emotions swept through her. She had to sit her body down, thankful she had been able to get away from the other monkeys before the memory seized her like a vice. They would have been in a panic over her and she couldn’t let their little hearts worry so. There was nothing they could do to stop the remembering.

It was his fault this all happened. It was His. He didn’t have to be drunk and show up at my home- he didn’t have to shove his way into my house and try and grab me.

But he was just a single man. Did his actions warrant the destruction that happened next ?

“Get out!” Her memory self cried. The wooden table she danced behind as the drunk stumbled and moved towards her, was her only shield.

“The Boys Said you prefer the company of wild animals …” his speech was hard to hear. The wine had made him bold, stupid, and aroused it seemed. “I thought I would give you mtaste of what a real man was, since the villagers are al’ ‘fraid of your Witchery with monkeys.”

She had run- she had thrown her things at him. It was probably the commotion of her breaking a pitcher over his head that had alerted her monkeys. The loud clatter of the pottery across the floor had sounded so sharp and final. It had only made the man more determined.

The drunk when he did get his hands on her was furious. He swung a fist and sent stars into her eyes. Peaches had clung like a wildcat to her conscious, kicking out with legs and swinging with fists. Her nose was full of the sour smell of him- had felt his hands and fought them. A kick to his groin had sent him wheezing. Another fist to her head had Peaches crying. She had stared that drunk in his mean little eyes as he whispered the terrible things he wanted to do to her.

She had been staring in those eyes when he died.

He never got to touch more than her arms that night.

Peaches heard something step through the door that had been left open to the night. She had heard the creak of her house as something walked within it. And the sound of something- like a water skin being popped and a splash of warm liquid against her belly had shocked her.

The Drunks eyes went wide with confusion, rolling horselike in his head. His bruising grip on her wrist had let go. In the present, She rubbed those wrists, the phantom pains hard.

“..mah… belly.” The drunk had mumbled then belched a bucket of blood onto the floor. Peaches could see something protruding from his middle- something long and thin like a stick. Or a staff.

Clawed hands pulled the head back and twisted with a fury. The sound of bones breaking was loud, as if a fire was consuming dry wood. The drunk crumbled in those hands like a puppet cut free of its strings.

A new stranger stood in her home, his frame large and broad and most assuredly not human. He tossed the body like someone would toss a rag across the floor. The glowing eyes in the sudden dark were all she could see. Her mind, even in its heightened adrenaline drenched state, recognized the face pattern, saw a familiarity in the fur. There was, in fact, still a little flower tucked against this demonic creatures ear. The same flower she had interwoven in her forest friend's fur that afternoon.

“Your… your my…”

Nerves and the come down from the adrenaline high we’re making speech hard. The monkey demon before her, who’s eyes seemed to spit fire, softened. Just a bit.

“You are my Peaches.” Wukong said, touching her hair, her face, her hands. Taking stock. Then he had taken those limp hands and threaded them through his fur, trying to get them to grip. It would help his own rage and calm her fear. It was thick in the air, ruining the natural sweet smell she had. That and the slab of flesh on the floors own fetid death scent.

Wukong was not the best at this - this comfort thing. But he would rise to the occasion. He would try for her.

Fury and rage made his tail lash and the fur along his neck to stand on end.

At first she had just been a simple human that would leave little offerings to him and his brother in arms. An oddity here in the shadow of his mountain. Most humans around here feared the monkeys and kept away from all of them, having a legend that if one was harmed a great calamity would befall them.

Wukong didn’t mind being that calamity. These were his people, his subjects. So hearing the chatter from some of his kind that a women had begun to leave out gifts had of course spiked the Kings curiosity. The humans beneath Flower Fruit Mountain were his lesser subjects. So he had come down from the mountain, disguising himself as a smaller and more approachable sized monkey, to see the fuss his subjects had started gossiping about at groomings. Only to see his brother, Macaque, already being petted and tended and kissed on each of his six ears.

Of course first impressions had been terrible and Wukong, used to getting the first pick of everything, had come screeching into the clearing and demanding his own pets. It had set off a very small and very mock little battle between the two brothers in arms. One that had Peaches separating them and scolding them as she patched up the little scratches they had taken from eachother. They could have each resisted her pull but both decided that play acting a fight, even if it had started as a bit of one, was the best way to get attention divided between the both of them.

Wukong hadn’t expected to become infatuated. Her name didn’t matter to him- he had rebranded her almost the instant she came to him and offered a smile and held out a handful of sugar and dates. Peaches. After the Kings own favorite fruit, the sweetest thing the mountain produced.

His Peaches.

Of course also Macaques. He shared everything with his brother, the dark furred and six eared demon who had faced battles and won wars besides Wukong. While Wukong had been more leery, Peaches won him over faster than Flower Wine loosened his rigid posture. They had both fallen for this mortal women. And, in the traditional way she belonged to them. She just didn’t know it yet. They had touched and groomed and cuddled and tangled limbs and tails. They were practically married without the marriage bit.

Wukong rubbed small circles into Peaches back, trying to keep himself from bearing his teeth in rage.

I should have taken her home the moment she kissed me.

They had been kisses of the kind one gives to a friend or pet. It had left the warlord craving more burning with more.

Of wanting to feel her give him more than just a chaste kiss on the side of his face.

She wouldn’t have been hurt if he had just taken her home.

Wukong and Macaque had taken to one or both spending the night in Peaches trees, to keep an eye on her. Wukongs obsession had grown into a fascination and warm buttery love. A love that was becoming a wild inferno as he fought to stay still and not leap upon the corpse he had made and turn it into nothing but bits of flesh and gore the crows could carry away.

His Peaches fingers finally grasped his fur and shook. It brought Wukong back from his montage of rage to the present. If only Mac was here — but he wasn’t. He was back at home on Flower Fruit mountain , giving his brother the night to enjoy and keep lookout at Peaches den.

“That’s my girl.” The demon tried to soothe. He really wished he could set Peaches down and finish off what he had started. This place had been bad. This village terrible. He hated every thing and one here that had dared to let a drunken fool up to his Peaches doorstep and allowed this to happen. In reality Wukong was mad it had been Mac’s own sense of importance on taking it slow and letting a little thing like a life outside of Flower Fruit Mountain stop him from from revealing who he was and taking her home.

I am done trying to woo her over slowly. They could have lost her this night if Wukong hadn’t been in earshot, hadn’t heard the crash of something breaking. His clawed hands wrapped around her back and beneath her legs. Before he could realize it, Wukong had her up and in his arms, already stepping on and across the corpse and out into the June air. Mine.

“Let’s get you home, lovely.” Wukongs voice was thick with emotion. Relief to finally, finally, finally have an excuse to take his wife home, to see her sleep in a real bed and eat real food made his heart swell. No more pretending. No more longing. It was happening now. Simmering beneath that emotion was the sweet bubble, the red misting rage, of violence. Once he got her home, got her safe, got her tangled within some of his and Macaques blankets to where the sour smell of fear would be lost within the scent of them- he could come back. He would come back.

He would destroy the village for being the obstacle it was in his conquest for this mortal girls heart. It was in itself, a relief to know he was justified in its destruction.

Look what this place did to bruise my sweet fruit.

Peaches was shaking. Clinging to him. I would have her cling to me always. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in as he walked off. She smelled so good. He rubbed his face to hers, affectionately smothering her fear scent. Wukong felt a smile curl his face. Finally. We can go home and put the charade to bed. Finally you are mine.

Peaches' memory of that night was mostly of clinging to Wukong as they flew through the air, of his voice a rumble of soft words and comforts. He was holding her close, pressing her in. Smothering her in a sense. But she needed it. She clung to it in a way to stop herself from being sick from fright. It was strange but familiar to hold this fur, to cling. Then she briefly remembered another voice, another set of hands. When she looked up and saw that her sweet dark monkey was also here, had also been a demon in disguise, something broke in her. Maybe hysteria. Maybe disbelief. Or maybe she knew, somewhere in her mind, that no matter what she said now wouldn’t save the people- the innocents- in her village.

Peaches had been transferred into the dark arms and THATS where she finally began to cry. The shock was fading and leaving behind ragged holes of emotion.

“Safe, you're safe now.” She was reassured. Hands had lifted her chin, her sweet little monkey- now a demonic one- was gently beginning to sponge away the blood from the cuts on her face. Her cheek swelled, her eye with it.

“Please don’t kill them.” She begged. “He already took care of the one who hurt me don’t kill my village.”

“Hush love…”

“Please!”

Silence. Something cold pressed to her face- a bit of snow from far up the mountain wrapped in cloth. Macaques ears twitched like flower petals in the night air.

“It’s already done. The village is already gone.”

The memory rode itself out in the present and faded slowly.

Guilt washed over her and she cried all for a new reason. She had been the catalyst for Sun Wukongs fury. She had been the decider to his want of destruction. Peaches may not have killed them, may have had a decade to realize that what had happened wasn’t her fault, but Wukong had done it in her name. He had erased that village and all its people like a cartographer reshapes a map. To all the rest of the world, their had never been a village in the shadow of Flower fruit mountain. Not a foundation, not a brick, not even a spare hair, was left of humanity there. Instead it had been cleared as if a fire had swept through. Peaches had seen it on one occasion when Wukong had been persuaded to show her. She had needed closure. Needed the peace.

Once she had healed she had been told her village was gone. She had been given a sweet lie- that Wukong had gone back and the villagers related to the drunk had been ransacking her house to see where she kept the money or any spare wine.

When Wukong had shown up demanding they answer to the crime committed in her home, they had attacked. Wukong had enacted a king's justice as was his right. He had told the remaining villagers to leave- to never set foot upon his domain again for the lawlessness that had been enacted upon their neighbor.

It had taken two years for her to be able to relax whenever he came in smelling of fire and iron. It had taken a few years more for her to remember what Macaque had said when he had pressed snow to her face.

They were the same little monkeys they had been before. But now they had less innocence when they pressed into her face for kisses, when they asked to tangle and cuddle limbs. They insisted she stay in the bedchamber and not move to her own separate room.

It had taken getting used to movement beside her as a hand tugged her hair, or a tale twined her waist. Or a leg curled with hers or hands holding her face. Sometimes in the dark Mac would press his head to her back, using her as a pillow. Wukong would yank her in when he thought her too sleepy to remember and whisper all the things he loved about her.

It would have been sweet. It was touching in a way. If not for the way they revealed themselves. If not for that memory and what she knew now had come after.

It had not taken too long after that for her to start realizing that, though Wukong had saved her, neither of them had any regret of what happened. Neither of them was going to let her go.

When she asked about it or started talking of missing her home- the simple living, the ability to really on herself and choose for herself- Wukong would laugh and launch into one of his tales. He would brush her hair with his claws, run his face against hers and try and deflect her attention to new things.

Macaque, if Wukong was absent, would let her talk. Usually it happened when he asked her to brush his fur or he in turn asked to brush her hair. Peaches thought, just a bit, that the reason Mac was better at listening was for all the ears he had. Each time however, when she got to the part about how this had been her fault, he would stop mid way through a braid or pin and pull her in. Macaque would kiss the tears from her eyes, would press himself close to her chest.

“It was Never your fault Peaches.”

“I remember. I remember he went back- you said he—“

“Hush love you’ll grow hysterical. What Wukong did was justified- he defended you.”

“He killed.”

“I have killed.” He kissed her temple, gentle in his reprimands. He wouldn’t try and brush her words beneath a rug like Wukong. Instead he gave her a smile as wide as the crescent moon. “Let’s finish your hair and get you dressed. We can go see the baby’s, I know how you love the baby’s.” Baby monkeys were her weakness. They had been what led to her loving Mac before she had known he was a demonic warlord.

Peaches rubbed at her eyes and stood, the sorrow in her heart heavy still but the tears at least had stopped. Now she was just tired. Tired and cold and wanting to escape the feeling of it all. So she shed her courtly attire. All the clips and jewels and baubles and bits felt heavy. She placed them within the box at her armoire, then loosened her hair from its bindings. Jade pins, pearl necklaces, golden bracelets with bells of silver (Wukong loved this the best of all) all glimmered back in the firelight.

A pretty price.

She snapped the box closed.

On nights like this, she wanted to wear nothing but her smock, her simple clothing, and bury herself as far as she could go into the bed she shared with her husbands.

It was more of a pit set into the ground, circular in nature. Silken pillows, red sheets and a hoard of anything plush and furred had been thrown into the pit. It was also a snug place to bury herself within and one of the few things she didn’t feel resentment too right away. When the outside felt too bright and she couldn’t go about the mountain to her usual quiet places, she would retire here. To burrow, to bury, to hide.

Peach fell back into the pit of blankets and pillows and pulled herself beneath a fur of some striped monster Macaque had skinned and gifted to her. Tonight the bitter truth was hard to swallow and did circles in her head.

You did this. You caused this. You killed them. This is your fault.

She closed her eyes and hoped … hoped for what might be the worst thing yet. Her husband's return.

A time later she stirred. Something was in her room- was walking to the bed. Peaches felt a flutter of fear before hands reached into her hiding place and simply slid her out.

“Hello darling.” The silken voice belonged to none other than Macaque. His clawed hands entwined around her waist, his teeth nipping at her ear. “You are up late.”

“Does that mean it will be a late morning?” Wukongs voice came from the other side of the room. Peaches could see the ginger monkey removing armor from his shoulders and stretching. As the darker brother kept making a snack of her shoulder, Peaches noticed that the shine of Wukongs paldrom was dimmed. Something black coated the golden imprint of sunbursts across its armored surface. “I love late mornings! Means more time together.”

Blood?

“Peaches?” She turned her head, trying to see Mac. He had left off nipping her skin. A hand came away from her wrist and tipped her chin, forcing her to stare directly into his violet eyes. “What has upset you?”

Everything. Myself. Wukong. You. It was that simple question that set her sorrow to flowing again. She was confused, upset, and she wanted comfort. The only ones who could give her comfort were the very ones who caused her distress.

A vicious cycle.

The pillows behind her sagged. Wukongs hands were more aggressive in their touches, turning her about to stare into her face. He noted the tears, the bruising beneath her eyes. His lip curled in anger.

“Has someone upset you?” Wukong asked. He seemed ready to stand again, to grab his armor and step out into the night. “I will drag them here to give an apology. You name them and I will fetch them.”

Peaches shook her head.

“Just ….” You killing the villagers, Macaque telling me plainly that it was for the best, and my own head making me relive that night of events. Over and over and over.

“…. Myself.”

His face softened as he chirped a reassurance, pressing his nose to hers. Macaque peppered her in gentle and butterfly soft kisses to the back of her neck. The three fell back into the nest, limbs entwined and hands holding. Macaque had Peaches face buried in his chest as she sobbed silently. He cooed. He whispered how everything would be right as rain in the morning. His hands ran through her hair and messaged her scalp. Wukong held his Peaches, pressing her back to his chest in a solid wall against the world outside. He lavished her in praises and compliments, sometimes getting carried away and talking about himself until his brother would remind him with a flick to his forehead that it was their Peaches he should be reassuring.

And through it all, through this twisted and tangled weave of limbs and fur and warmth and sorrow, Peaches felt love. It grew in this dark place still, wanting to thrive. But how could it?

Still she fell asleep, lashes sparkled with tears and her heart lighter. One could only be sad so long in the wake of such waves of attention. Wukongs and Macaques love was the only solution to this ailment they had inflicted upon her, and she, the addict, swallowing the medicine that would give her release.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #twice as bad AU #semisolid #bad end wukong #ALRIGHT I DID IT.#yes I wrote this in a dayish between work and my other writing #I haven’t done this much work in a long time and I was so nervous I would get this pairing wrong #bad monkey boys #they made a whole tangled mess of this situation.#they sweet but stinky #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #six eared macaque #I based this off a idea and answer Semi gave in one of their blog posts #was I lurking? yes. Because there stuff also has a vice grip on my mind #I Dont know much about LMK so getting this Macaque down right took a bit of work so I didn’t mess up the vibe.#i am so jelly of the nest pit pls I would dive into that like a child into a ball pit #jttw tag #lmk #it think I’m tagging that right ?#I have a weakness for big possessive grumps loving their sunshine wives #six eared macaque x reader #hcfanfics

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cherllyio · 1 month

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The Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain

This is Macaques design from my Moana AU.

He is currently an enomurs and terryfing Shadow Monster, but he was once Sun Wukongs old "friend", and travel buddy on their many voyages together in the past.

Why is he like this? Well i made little angsty backstory, with clues to what happend to the once great Warrior.

You can read it either here, or on A03 where i also posted it (here)

The Voyager, The Sun and The Monster

Chapter 1 (Prolouge): Drowned by your Love

There is a small island, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where both terrifying demons and small monkeys live together. One of these creatures inhabiting the Island, while just as much monkey and demon as the rest, stand outs quite a lot.

He has beautiful silk white hair, six magical ears, that can catch the wind flap of a bird thousands of miles away, and a pair of radiant golden eyes, that will pierce through anyone who dares come near.

His name? Liu Mihou. Also rightfully known as “The Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain”

On normal circumstances The Warrior would be either be training, gathering food supplies for him and the other monkeys, or making his presence known, to any hostile idiot, dumb enough to try and challenge him.

But not today. Today, you can find The Warrior in the early morning light, preparing for voyage he is not sure when, or if he will ever come back from.

Yet... The Silk Monkey knows it will be worth it. For the person he is looking for is worth everything, and more, that can be worth something in this world.

“The King of Flower Fruit Mountain!”, ��The great sage equal to heaven!”, “The Monkey King!”. Or, as Mihou knew him: “My Sun”.

Just a few hundred years ago, these two celestial monkeys were sailing through all the great oceans together. Battling through storms, strong enough to destroy entire islands, becoming more powerful than the other demons could ever hope to become, and at the same time forming a bond strong enough, to become something greater than friendship.

Except…that all changed when Sun Wukong started playing against a power, he was not prepared for. The power of the Jade Emperor.

This traitorous act against the emperor, would ultimately end in the great sage’s downfall, where he would be catched and imprisoned by the Buddha himself, and pinned down by his very hand. And now, he was now trapped under “Five Element Mountains”, until an unknown destiny would free him.

Nobody, not even the wisest of the immortals, knew when that day would come.

It’s been 500 years since the great sage’s new destiny, fell upon him. Yet now... he has disappeared.

Mihou didn’t know how or where, or if it was done by fair means or foul. He solely knew that the once immense mountain, that had once sealed away his sun, was now only rubles and ashes of its former greatness.

Initially Mihou had been exited, ecstatic even, about this news. However, he quickly realized that like mountain, the King too was gone.

No messages, no clues, no anything. He was truly… gone... But he wasn’t "gone, gone" that would be crazy! "Sun Wukong, The Great sage equal to heaven" could never, would never.... Yea... His sun is fine, he will surely find him!

Plus, Mihou got all the things he needs to find The King, his magic ears being a big part of it. And then… they can be together again, and everything will be balanced, just like before! After all, how can a moon shine without its sun?

He confidently looks down at his own reflection, his silk white hair and shining ears animated in the cold and radiant water below. Everything is going to be ok.

But then he notices the dark roots crawling up his hair.

Dark roots that are slithering its way inside his silk white hair, like an infection, and turning it as dark as a burned corpse.

And nearly, one thirds of his entire mane can’t reflect any of the suns glow back anymore. And it will never be able to do it again.

For a second, it catches The Warrior off guard, but he really shouldn’t haven’t been surprised by this.

These dark roots have slowly been taking up more and more of his silk white hair, for well… Mihou keeps failing to remember that, but it was before his sun disappeared, he knows that much.

Mihou closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts back. But instead, an old memory creeps up, and fills his soul with dread.

...

A demon. It attacked them.

They were young, stupid and furthermore in love, and together, they thought nothing could stop. Neither in celestial realm nor on earth.

Sure, Mihou was barely half the power of his counterpart, but that didn’t matter. It never really had mattered. The only thing Mihou and Wukong had ever cared about was each other.

Except, this time, it DID matter. Because… Wukong got hurt. Badly hurt.

There had been so much blood… Macaque could barely look at him… and Mihou had started panicking… while a piercing cry had cut through the air, when his Sun was impaled… The world turned around… everything had become so awfully quiet.

And Mihou had just been STANDING THERE. He had done nothing, but tremoring in horror over the cursed remains that was his dying sun. And then that awful, awful demon that had HURT HIS SUN, started whispering terrible, terrible words in his all too powerful ears…

“Oh, how sad” … “did he mean much too you?” … “What a pity…” … “you should have protected him better then…”

And… He listened. For wasn’t it true?

Wasn’t he the one who now stood beside his fading sun, that could barely light any brighter than the flickers of an ending campfire? Wasn’t he the one who had just been standing by his side, while his sun had worked so hard for everyone. Worked so hard and continued getting stronger. To get strong enough to protect his people. To protect Mihou. And he is now dying for the sake of a six eared demon, that would never be able to pay him back. Mihou hadn’t earned any of that. Wukong hadn’t deserved that. Mihou was a traitor.

The demon didn’t even notice, before it was too late. The demon didn’t even notice, before his insides lay before him, and he lied next to it. The demon didn’t even seem to notice Mihou’s scream of agony and pain, before his soul had already left his body.

Everything after that was a blur.

A blur filled with small glimpses of his dying sun, while an unworthy Warrior had desperately tried to save him.

And when the world finally came back into the view, his sun… His sun was ok. His sun was ok. His sun was ok.

“Sorry I scared you so badly there, my dear moon”, Wukong had said with a sad look on his face. “I must admit, he wasn’t as strong as me, but he sure was clever.” His sun had said with a grin on his face.

And oh… How Mihou could have looked at that smile forever. Yet… he was constantly reminded of what had happened.

If that demon… If that god forsaken demon had been any stronger, just a bit, Wukong…

Mihou couldn’t risk that… Never again would he look at his dying sun, covered in his own torn open flesh and shattered bones. Never again would he hear, Wukong’s breath draw close to its final limit. Never again would The Great Sage be betrayed by his own Warrior, who he thought he could trust to always protect him.

For in The Warriors own eyes, he was a traitor. A foul soul who would simply overserve as a prejudiced destiny would drown out the only spark of hope left for their island and its people.

Hence why Mihou did, what he did next.

On the darkest day of the year, where the shadows rosed higher, than their own creators, Mihou stood in the middle of an abandoned Island. He was hoping for someone who could help. And soon enough, someone rose up. The silhouette of the darkness. A spirit. One made of magic not seen quite often.

“The six eared Macaque asks for my help. Don’t you have enough assistance from the king already?” the spirit remarked in a gravelly, judging, voice, whilst turning itself into a clone of The Great Sage to prove its point.

“Yes, please, I need your wisdom…”

“My wisdom… Well, there sure is a considerably amount of that, you will have to be more specific…”

Even though he knew exactly, what he had been come for, it still took Mihou a few seconds, before he finally answered:

“How do I protect someone, who is stronger than me? How do I make sure, I can help someone, when I barely have the strength of the wind, against a storm coming their way?”

Mihou could feel small tears starting to pierce through his eyes, yet he did little to stop them. “How do I make sure, I don’t betray the people I love, when they need me the most?”

The silence after that was barely enough time for the water to hit shore in its never-ending rhythm. Despite that, it had felt like millions of winters and summers had already passed, by the time the silhouette finally spoke again.

“There is one way….”

Mihou looked up.

“However, as all things, it comes with great consequences.”

“I will do anything, please! Just tell me what I need to do!”

The silhouette seemed to watch him like a hawk.

“You are more stupid than you look, Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain.”

The shadow started morphing into something else.

“Liu’er Mihou, for my power you need to know. This power requires the utmost control. One step aside could lead you drowning in its pit, leaving you only as host to submit.”

The shadows showed The Warrior consumed by shadows, until there is no light left in him.

Mihou took a deep breath.

“How can I control it then?”

“Warrior, only destiny will be your reaper.”

It morphs back into its normal silhouette.

“Now… do you accept this power?”

Mihou, looking back, should probably have thought it more through. But back then, the guilt and love for his Sun had been so strong, it had almost blinded him.

“I do, I accept it.”

And then everything went black.

...

Hundreds of years later, Mihou still doesn’t know, how or when he ended back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

But that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered then, was the power he had now. The power to protect the island, its monkeys and… his sun.

Wukong was skeptical at first, luckily the King had always been more of the oblivious type, so he quickly started to pride the new power as much as Lihou used too.

The newfound power Liu’er Mihou had gained were shadow powers. He could manipulate, create or absorb any shadow as he pleased.

This power also made it easier for him to learn the “72 transformations”, which Wukong had already learned hundreds of years ago, since Mihou could “copy” them using his shadow powers, until he didn’t need Wukong by his side anymore to do it.

Though, as all things, it wouldn’t last long until he learned the consequences of his choices firsthand.

Wukong and Mihou had been fighting a demon, who was stronger than what they were used to, but they had been fighting a lot of them recently, anyway. However, for just a second, Macaque had become cocky, and his let the shadow powers run free to devour their enemy whole.

Expect, after the fight was over, Macaque noticed the dark hair for the first time.

It had been small at first, barely noticeable, but with every “slip up” it had gotten more and more noticeable.

It wasn’t just if he got cocky in battle. If something had hurt him mentally, it would also grow. Which, when Wukong got trapped under the mountain… The infection had grown to the length of two small snakes crawling up his legs and arms in just a few hours.

Moreover, when they got into a fight while Wukong was trapped… The fur on his legs was almost completely black.

So, the 500 years that had slowly been passing by had been both a physically and mental war in his head, that from each day that had went by got closer and closer to winning…

The lack of a king also meant that more demons had started to attack Flower Fruit Mountain, therefore Macaque had to use way more power than usual, which would just make the curse worse...

And then every night, if it was a quiet one, he would cry himself to sleep, in his now empty nest.

Yet, as the black fur was getting dangerously close to his heart, which Mihou did not want to find out what happened if it reached it, there was… hope.

Wukong was free now after all!

Mihou was so sure, that as soon as they found each other again. When he could finally embrace that golden fur again, everything would be fine.

And as Mihou looked down the boat, now ready for the long voyage ahead, he felt A hope rise in his chest, for the first time in these 500 years.

Everything will be ok; nothing bad ever happen anymore.

Wukong is waiting for him after him after all!

…

Right?

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jedineedlove · 6 months

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LMK VS Legend

Peng:

The Golden Winged Peng

Korean- King of Bungma (Bungma= Dapeng)

LMK:

Powerful but a coward, we all know their story along with Azure and Tusk. All of them were former Celestials. The three ruled over Camel Ridge and became sworn brothers to Monkey King, Macaque, and Demon Bull King forming the brotherhood. After the "betrayal" of Monkey King they separated the brotherhood the trio stayed together and reunited with Wukong but only to battle and lose. Trapped in the scroll for hundreds of years. Were realized causing havoc to the cosmos. The rest is history For Now.

JTTW:

A demon born from the Primordial Phoenix, Given a high position in heaven which gave him his ego. He gave himself a humanoid form ate all the residence of the Lion Camel Kingdom ruled it for 500 years and then befriended the Azure Lion and Yellow-Toothed Elephant Demons.

Note: LMK and JTTW had Peng and Azure Switched In JTTW Peng was the leader and Azure the follower. Which of course is switched in the show.

His weapons are a ji and a Flask of Yin and Yang Essence which can suck in unsuspecting victims.

Flask of Yin and Yang Essence: After a while, the victim trapped inside the flask will be reduced to a bloody mash. (The flask was broken during the fight between him and Wukong)

In the book, it was the Buddha who subdued the Peng and returned him to Vulture Peak. He confessed to enjoying his demonic life and eating humans., but was left no choice but to abandon his evil ways and he was redeemed. He then became a protector of Buddhist law. He was later sent to destroy fake scripture without text by the Buddha. He is depicted perched above the Buddha's thrown as a guardian deity.

The Ming dynasty suggests Peng was a guardian of faith who watched over the world from an exalted position at the top of the Buddhas' throne.

Legend:

Dapeng Jinchi Mingwang/ Golden-Winged Great Peng His origins are derived from the Indian bird god Garuda.

Penig is one of the eight demi gods of Buddhism, he guards Mount Sumeru and Trāyastriṃśa. Pengi is depicted in the JTTW and General Yue Fei, mentioned in Chinese Buddhist literature.

The famous patriot General Yue Fei was believed to be the incarnation of Dapeng Jinchi Mingwang.

A demonic Peng born from The Primordial Phoenix the leader of flying beings. He also has a sister The Peacock Mahamayuri who once tried and failed to consume the Buddha. When he tried to kill her he was stopped and convinced to promote her to his godmother. Which makes the Golden Winged Peng the spiritual uncle of the Buddha. There is a tale of when Nü Tofu the bat spirit listened to the Buddha sermon on the Lotus Sutra at Leiyin temple. The bat spirit accidentally "broke wind" which stained the pure land. Peng snatched the spirit and killed her. For this Buddha exiled Peng to earth. He reincarnated as Yue Fei and the bat spirit reincarnated as Lady Wang. She married Qin Hui and Lady Wang killed Yue Fei in revenge.

For Backstory On These Two: Qui Hui and Lady Wang were the most hated couple in China for a thousand years. Qui Hui was a politician who gained his status by getting rid of political opponents, framing war heroes and was a sycophant to a foreign emperor. He and his wife both conspired to kill the Great War Hero of the Dynasty Yue Fei. He even becomes a puppet ruler. Qui Hui did not like Yue Fei because he was a great guy loved by all and became very popular even being more popular than the emperor. So Qui Hui had him returned and imprisoned. They torture Yue, but Yue Fei refuses to confess to something he did not do. They had him sentenced to death but in another story, Qui Hui's Wife Lady Wang poisoned Yue Fei. However, Yue Feis' story does not end at his death after a few decades Emperor Zhao Chen absolved Yue Fei and dedicated temples to him. Qui Hui and Lady Wang's betrayal and part in the war heroes' death were made public. In front of Yue Fei's temple, two iron statues of the couple were built for public shaming. People spit, abuse, and flop the statues and they get replaced when damaged they have been replaced 11 times since 1475.

Other Ledgends:

According to the martial arts master Laing Shouyu's book he was a great bird that was the guardian that could get rid of all evil in any area. Not even the MONKEY KING was a match. He was sent to China to defend China from invaders and was reborn as Yue Fei.

Yue Fei

The Shurangama Mantra: A mantra of Buddhist practice in China, Japan, and Korea, pertains to the Great golden-winged Peng bird, the Garuda it includes all species of birds. The Peng is the king among birds. He feasts on dragons, his being span measures an astounding 4,950 km, and when he flaps his wings the sea waters part to the deepest seabed.

Thoughts:

Peng's history and legends paint him as a far more powerful being than we have seen so far in the show if the writers do take anything from legends MK and the gang are in some serious trouble besides the ten kings. Also, it really is crazy that maybe even in the LMK universe Peng might have some serious power he was the last standing of the Sworn brothers in the final fight but that was mainly due to him running away. Peng does get redemption in the book with the LMK writers it's a 50/50 on the show. Also, love it when a character has a historical reincarnation to do some digging into.

#jttw #lmk #lego monkie kid #fan thoughts #journey to the west #lmk peng #research #ledgends #history #chinese mythology

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nekohime19 · 2 days

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Mini Mac #3 : local lil guy being a menace

Let's go for another Mini Mac chap! This Au is progressivly taking over my life.

Even if Sun Wukong proved to be friendly, Macaque wasn't keen on deepening his relationship with him. Giants were unpredictable, they always seemed to view the world as theirs, full of grandeur, and some even found twisted interest in oddities like himself. Granted, he gave his name away, but he wasn't planning on starting friendly conversations with the King. No. They were worlds apart to begin with, Macaque was satisfied with his home in the walls of the mansion and the silence the water-curtain offered, everything beyond that was something he wasn't interested in. He'd been in the outside world before, he knew what to expect, and it was precisely because he knew that he seeked refuge here. On one of the most isolated islands of the eastern continent.

Macaque would remain in the shadows, living in the walls, and Sun Wukong would soon lose interest, at least that was what he hoped for. Turns out the sage wasn't as fickle as he thought him to be. Sun Wukong kept trying to find him, peering at the holes hidden in dusty corners of the stone mansion with a twinkling eye. He was loud, each of his steps reverberating in the floor itself like some sort of landslide. Macaque always knew he was approaching even before seeing him enter a room, and he didn't need six ears for that. More than once this last week, Macaque found the sage crouched before one of his holes, talking in the void, trying to coax him out. Sometimes he left cut pieces of fruits behind him, and Macaque wasn't petty enough to refuse them.

Food was food, no matter where it came from.

The black-furred monkey sighed as he looked at his reflection dancing on a spoon surface (one of the rare silverware he managed to find). He was getting pudgy these days. Usually, he would leave the mansion every two days to restock his cupboards and find food. The water-curtain cave was vast for a being like him and offered many things he found useful. But because the sage was spoiling him with pre-cut fruits, he was getting lazy, which wasn't good at all.

Cautiousness was a sense he sharpened over the years, he couldn't let his guards down simply because one ridiculous golden-furred fool decided to fatten him. Why even was he fattening him? Perhaps, he planned to eat him? One gust of wind slipped through the walls cracks and flipped his ears in mockery.

“What? It's plausible. Some giants tried to eat me before.” Huffed the black-furred macaque, the wind whispered something in his ear and he recoiled in disgust. “Why do you mean he likes me? I think you're the delusional one here. He didn't even know I existed two weeks ago.” The wind flipped his ears one last time before going away, fickle by nature. Talking to the wind was always unnatural. The wind didn't have a voice, it carried words of others and mingled them to create its own sentences. Macaque wasn't born from the wind (usually only those born from the elements would be this privileged) but, according to the wind itself, he was blessed by it at his birth because the wind took a liking to him.

Sometimes, the black-furred monkey swore the element only took a liking to him because his life was a real-time soap opera and he could gossip with him about every dirty secrets he heard. The wind was particularly fond of drama, always eavesdropping left and right anywhere it went.

Macaque turned around and stopped looking at his reflection. He needed to do something before Sun Wukong became a problem. Maybe he could give him a little fright? After all, the sage used to live in the wilderness before, and he didn't seem one to stay at home. The only reason he was there was because of his sudden interest in Macaque. Maybe scaring him would chase him away.

Fortunately, Macaque was an expert in scaring people.

Scaring the sage was surprisingly very easy. For all his gusto, Sun Wukong was easily taken off guard, he never truly watched his surroundings after all. Macaque used all the tricks in his book. He slammed doors, bit the sage ankles, drew messages on fogged glass, and made the floor squeak in the dead of the night. If at first he did it with his utmost seriousness, he lost himself in the game and let his mischievous nature shine through.

But who could blame him really ? Sun Wukong's reactions were hilariously exaggerated. He still praised himself for the Sun Wukong shaped hole he managed to create while surprising the sage by biting the end of his tail.

For all his fun, he wasn't expecting the sage to catch him off guard with a prank on his own.

It happened at dusk, Macaque wasn't usually an early riser but winter was approaching, and while Flower Fruit Mountain had a kind weather, winter still brought storms in its wake. Macaque hated storms, he often decided to stay inside of the mansion walls through each one, but staying inside meant he couldn't restock as often as he did in summer, and that meant he needed more food. Moreover, the local monkeys often decided to leave the mountain lush wilderness and spend more time in the water-curtain cave in winter, and that meant less food for him, and also more reasons to not wander in the cave.

While the older monkeys seemed nice, the younglings were too rowdy for him.

Macaque found mango pieces scattered in a bright green leaf just outside of one of the holes he used to enter the walls. Nothing truly unusual. The black-furred monkey, not one to turn away free food, approached the leaf and began to eat without looking at his surroundings (after all Sun Wukong wasn't one to rise this early).

He yelped when the sage came out of his hiding place and spooked him with a particularly loud “boo!”. Macaque fur fluffed up in fright and he let his piece fall on the floor. He calmed down once he heard the sage rolling on the floor in cackles.

“Aw, don't pout lil guy. You had it coming.” Laughed the sage as he wiped a tear from his eyes.

“I'm not pouting!” was Macaque's only defense as he straightened his fur, the sage laughed harder. “Whatever, I'm a busy man. I don't have time for this.”

“Oh, you're going somewhere?”

“None of your business.” Grumbled the black-furred monkey as he stuffed the rest of the mango pieces in one of his bags.

“Aw, don't be like that. I can come with you. I know the mountain very well, being it's King and all.” Proposed the sage with a wagging tail.

“No thank you.”

“I tried.” Sighed Sun Wukong, ears and tail dropping in disappointment. “You're coming back though?”

“Why wouldn't I come back? I was here even before you became King.” Huffed Macaque, he summoned a portal with a flick of wrist and stepped in it.

“Okay, good luck then. Don't come home too late! I have a plum for you this evening!”

Macaque snorted, who did this giant think he was acting like some sort of worried husband?

At least a plum sounded nice, his tail wagged at the thought of it.

++ Meme dump bc I have free time and nobody can stop me :

The wind watching Mini Mac life :

#Mini Mac Au #Shadowpeach #Mac is a menace #Wukong living inside of a horror movie bc of his mini roommate #Prank war #Lmk #Shadowpeach fanfic

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thateldribitch · 2 years

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Why Do Yandere's Have me In a Chokehold

I might have read @lopsushi 's yandere stuff and ah--this comic inspired me.

But I wanted to put a twist on it.

Changed the nickname to "Starlight" because I already wrote a yandere that nicknamed his obsession "Moonlight" lol.

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“There you are, Starlight….” Wukong purred, softly shifting his legs to make space for his love. “...Come here.”

…Ever the theatric, Macaque took all the time in the world to come to bed. He took off his slippers, one by one. He slid the first layer of his robe off, then the second. Every movement was agonizingly slow. Eventually, he stood in only a comfortable pair of shorts, staring at the ground as if he could conjure another delay from thin air. But his Starlight knew better…. And eventually, marched up to bed like a thief to the gallows. He slid into the familiar space. And usually, he’d glare or put up some charming little bit of resistance…. But Macaque was tense. A chiseled statue sat in his lap, warm but… stiff in his fear.

Punishment tended to do that to him.

“...Darling.” Still, that gaze remained fixed to the sheets. “Macaque.” The utterance of his real name made the smaller monkey flinch his eyes towards him—and it was only with practice that his little love didn’t jerk away from the fingers tracing over his cheek. “...Do you know why we’re here?”

“...I defied you.” Macaque’s beautiful eyes shivered against Wukong’s unwavering gaze.

“...And your punishment?” The golden monkey hummed, sweetly. But his mate only murmured. “Louder, Dear.”

“...G-Grooming.” Claws clenched into the sheets, worrying holes into the silk. Macaque swallowed against the silence. “You. Get to groom me. For as long as you want.”

“Good.” His fangs flashed in a pleased smile. “...Relax for me, Starlight.” And Macaque collapsed against him like a cut wire. His muscles were taut, but his body was limp. That night-silk tail fell flat against the bed.

Smiling, Wukong curled his claws across his mate’s ears. They shuddered against the sharp tips… only to flutter as he carded the points through the tiny knots gathered around them. Tiny, unruly things that curled against the delicate appendages, a peach fuzz of black curls against the borealis base of those beautiful ears. Hm. A warm aurora, just for him. He smoothed a thumb over the shell as he finished with the first set of knots. The lily-soft appendage twitched against his fingertips. Gently, he took his forefinger and thumb and stroked it down the spider-lily scarlet, then the evergreen emerald, and the soft sapphire…..

A tiny noise escaped Macaque’s throat.

He pitched his head into Wukong’s ready palm.

Wukong smiled. There was a victory in every little inch that his darling gave him, after all. Purring, he leaned forward and pressed his teeth against Mac’s brow. The purr started as a soft rumble, then a delighted thunder as he felt those claws shift from the bedding to clutch onto him. Bodily, he pulled Mac onto his chest, nuzzling his nose against his. Rubbing their cheeks together. Twining their tails. The scent of peaches and plums mixed in a delicate perfume. Macaque’s tail twitched—an aborted flick, a wag? Wukong didn’t know. He was just… happy. To hold him. To drag his hands through that thick ink mane, soft as silk under his careful maintenance. To scratch at the bottom of his skull, a spot that always made Macaque make the cutest little chirp.

Little by little, he felt his mate’s false relaxation melt into something true. Walls fell a little. His guard dropped a little. It never fully left. It bothered him, feeling that single cord of tension taut against his gentle hands. Once upon a time, Macaque would seek him out for this touch. For groomings that would last hours, for Wukong to simply hold him and run his fingers through his hair. It was… special. Now, this type of grooming had to be a punishment. But it had its purpose. It was something to get Macaque used to his touch again, to not fear his gentleness…. To see reason: his mate would never hurt him. Besides, those wonton little shivers were worth it—pinched lips trying and failing to lock away pleased purrs and chirps.

Slowly, thoroughly, he groomed his mate as he deserved. Massaging the tension from his shoulders. Scratching the spots that itched. And if a bug had somehow found its way into his darling’s precious fur…? He cracked it between his teeth. Eventually… Wukong cradled the scarred side of Mac’s face. And a switch flipped. That lapful of melted monkey became rigid as stone. His mate’s eyes squeezed shut. “...Macaque.”

“S-Sorry—” Stone became crystal—shining, beautiful, rigid to the point of trembling.

“No…. Darling. Starlight.” Wukong cooed, tracing a thumb underneath his blind eye. “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“....” He wasn’t looking at him, again.

“...Starlight.” He sighed. He reached towards his shadowy mate’s ears again—and hovered patiently as Macaque flinched again. Just as quickly, as if realizing his mistake, Macaque practically slammed his head into Wukong’s palm. It pleased a part of him. It angered another. Wukong sighed through his nose. “...I would never hurt you. You’re far too precious to me. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.” Macaque immediately chirped, eyes squeezed shut. “I know.”

“...Good.” Satisfied, the Monkie King stroked a finger across those shivering ears. When Macaque didn’t flinch, or tense—he massaged the base of them. It didn’t take long for that small bit of attention to make Macaque melt for him again. “...Do you want me, tonight?” Wukong murmured, after a good few moments of silence.

“...I-I’m tired.” Even though Macaque was boneless in his arms, the rejection… hurt. Wukong smothered the sting in his soul. Still, he smiled and leaned forward to kiss his darling’s temple. A startled purr escaped him as Macaque grabbed a fistful of his fur, pulled him forward, and smashed their lips together. Desperately. Hungrily. Stealing his air as much as he’d stolen his heart so long ago…. He could keep it.

Dazed, Wukong leaned back to cup his cheek and press their foreheads together, “...I love you.”

“...I love you too.” Macaque’s whisper ached with something Wukong couldn’t name. And he knew, from every drop of pure emotion in his voice… that he meant it. His mate still loved him. And that filled the Great Sage with the hope that everything would be perfect again. His mate would seek him out, his Starlight’s smile would sparkle for him, and…. Everything would be perfect. It had to be. Gently, he pulled Macaque into his arms. He purred into his neatly groomed hair, relaxing into that familiar plum perfume.

Macaque’s tail curled around his own.

The silver fillet around his darling’s neck shone beneath the full moon.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #shadowpeach #macaque #wukong #sun wukong #six eared macaque #dark shadowpeach #yandere shadowpeach #yandere

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starsfic · 12 days

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Back-Up Poll

Yeah Witches vs Aliens refuses to let me write it.

Summaries:

TMNT, my incarnation: In the wake of learning about Splinter's real identity, Leo and Raph struggle with deciding on how to handle it. (Or, according to @stylishbutdefinitelyillegal, Hamato Saki earns the Worst Uncle award.)

TMNT, my incarnation: After learning that Hamato Yoshi is their human DNA, Mikey sneaks to an art auction of Yoshi's work and ends up learning a bit more about Baron Draxum.

Scooby Doo, my incarnation: The first part of Episode 1, when trying to leave their hometown of Crystal Cove to start their second year of college, the Mystery Gang finds themselves trapped in Crystal Cove.

LEGO Monkie Kid: Modern AU where Azure, the head of security in a fancy casino, meets a beautiful golden man.

LEGO Monkie Kid, based on some Discord ramblings with @draw-of-the-moon and @rain-bow-donkey: Sun Wukong can hear other people's thoughts. This means he has to listen to Azure and Macaque's dirty thoughts about him. Smut.

PJO: The Romans do not take kindly to random people judo-flipping their praetors, and Annabeth is forced to think about the amount of violence in her and Percy’s relationship. (A thing that came to mind when re-reading the books.)

LEGO Monkie Kid: Fairytale AU where Prince Qi Xiaotian finds a beautiful scarlet deer on Flower Fruit Mountain while Prince Red of the Demon Bull Clan goes missing

LEGO Monkie Kid: A year after her husband is sealed, Princess Iron Fan stumbles across the god of marriage Yue Lao and decides to ask who her son will marry. The answer enrages her.

LMK/FNAF: After a nasty argument with her parents, Long Xiaojiao decides to cut herself off financially from them and get a job. However, the only available position is a night guard of an American pizza chain. Shouldn’t be too hard…right?

LEGO Monkie Kid: The costar of famed actor Red Son is terrified of his true form...which is an issue considering they're doing an erotic version of Beauty and the Beast. However, one of the caterers doesn't mind beef. Smut.

Poppy Playtime: The moment that the angel steps into the factory, every toy knows. Dogday, down below, hopes.

TMNT, my incarnation: April O'Neil makes a new friend when staying up late studying at the public library.

#my writing #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #FNAF #Five Nights at Freddy's #Dawn of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Poppy Playtime #PP #Scooby Doo #SDMI

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elirastudio · 1 year

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Shadow king au

It’s gonna just be the generals telling things to MK giving us little flashbacks

I really started to think thaaat maaaybe I should start like using AO3 so even the people on Twitter can read the stuff that I write here- I just don’t know how it works

This is going to be a long one

Anyway enjoy

(No worries the boy guilt it’s not even slightly erased)

MK found himself frozen on door step unable to enter the room.

His vision was gold once more, he really couldn’t get used to it, but in that moment it allowed him to see a limp figure on the bed…. His torso was all covered in bandages as well as other part of his body.

Chest slowly rising and falling back down…

He was breathing. He was alive.

His Dad, liu’er mihou was alive.

Marshal Ma told Xiaotian that his dad had a really close call, that he lost his will to fight for a brief moment, Ma didn’t go in details she just said to him that the six eared macaque was a strong warrior and he wouldn’t have let himself go… not yet.

Yes…macaque owns the boy some explanations.

That’s why he asked to see his son…or maybe he just wanted to talk to him one last time.

When general Beng came to tell the boy that his father wanted to see him, he was so happy!

it meant that his dad was awake and fine!

It meant that he could talk to him, hugging him!

…apologize to him…

But when he found himself to enter the room… a wash of guilt went over him.

If he only had listened to his father … None of this would have happened.

He freed Sun Wukong, he had been tricked by the monkey that he considered a close friend, having spent with him as much time as he did with his father…. Because of this the six eared macaque engaged battle, what a battle, so ferocious that it almost leveled up flower fruit mountain.

How many monkeys died and how many lost members of their families and it was all his fault, the boy couldn’t even look the other monkeys… it was his fault

And it was his fault that his father was now like this… he took the hit that was directed at the prince…

that- again was his fault

He had been too reckless , Ma told him not to go…not to remove the golden seal.

he let his guard down, he felt ashamed, he was trained by the six eared macaque, a great warrior and the monkey king himself… “a warrior never lets his guard down” ,his father words ringing in his ears over and over again.

He was such a failure… as a student, as a friend, as a prince…

…as a son.

“Xiaotian…” it was almost a whisper, a quiet request, but the boy heard it. He felt his heart drop…

of course dummy! If liu’er mihou was awake he must had heard your stupid heartbeat.

His father always kept an ear out for his son heart beat, no matter what he was doing, so he knew that the boy was safe.

“Xiaotian… please…” his dad called a second time, at this point Ma, who had been at the king side all the time, turned to face the boy, a sad smile on her face; marshal Liu was also there but he hadn’t bothered to face the boy.

Xiaotian didn’t find the strength to move tho…

Instead of calling his son a third time, macaque tried to get up, immediately regretting it as he was stopped by a shock of pain and nausea that made him growl painfully.

Once more his dad was in pain and it was his fault.

Xiaotian’s legs didn’t hold him anymore forcing him to hold himself on the side of the door.

He couldn’t do it-

he couldn’t face his father after all he had done, after all he had done to him; he couldn’t see his father die.

He felt lost

he didn’t know what to do without his father…. He couldn’t do anything if not run away as far as his weak legs allowed him to go.

“NO! …please…” macaque was breathing heavily, trying to get up surprisingly took a lot out of him… a bit too much, Ma was really concerned, her king was healing so sooo slow, it wasn’t normal.

She caressed the king face once more before being stopped by him who wanted to get up once more “I need … I need to talk to him…please, it’s not his fault…” he kept Ma hand in place “I will go.” Said liu as he stood up “I will go and bring him to you” “ thank you” was the only thing macaque could whisper as his marshal left the room.

Liu soon found Xiaotian leaning on a wall,hugging himself,crying.

he didn’t blame the kid… anyone would be overwhelmed by the situation, the monkey just sat next to the prince “ I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry “ it was all the boy could say at the moment .

liu just sighed hugging the boy with one arm keeping him close “I never wanted things to go like this- I can’t believe how stupid I was! I trusted him over you guys and I believed him, OVER MY FATHER!” Xiaotian was sobbing so hard gripping his arms so much that he actually was able to break his skin, liu just gently took the prince hands in to his to prevent him from hurting himself more as he hugged the prince even tighter.

The boy just let himself cry in liu harms then he spoke again “he didn’t deserve any of this- it should have been me…”

Liu kept caressing the boy hair “it’s the job of father protect his family as is the job of a king to protect his subjects”

“I don’t want him to die” xiaotian got closer to the monkey looking for comfort, Liu was also worried but he was able to put out a sweet smile and say “he will make it…Ma is - Ma is the best healer on flower fruit mountain and monkey ki- liu’er… had been through worst…” liu squeezes the boy as he says this.

Liu wasn’t sure to believe that himself, it was true, but the only man who actually killed macaque once, is the same that inflicted him that wound now, a wound that was too slowly healing.

Too slowly

The best that Liu could do now was to get back the boy to his father.

“I don’t think you remember but… When you were 2 or 3 a ferocious demon came to reclaim flower fruit mountain, macaque thought he could have handled it all by himself, and he did!” Liu paused looking at the boy who was still crying but also listening to him very carefully “it must have been poisonous or something because your father felt Ill for 3 days straight, you never wanted to leave his side, we had to take you by force to at least make you eat”

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it happened in that specific occasion that once the king woke up and realized that he had been out for three days, he started panicking, sun wukong was the only thing he could mumble about.

If macaque was out none had gone taking care of sun wukong and the clones he left with him were obviously vanished, even if weakened macaque tried with all his strength to run to the ex-king, scaring the little Xiaotian in his rage, the generals had to find a way to keep him down.

He must still be delirious… is what they thought

Oh but macaque did manage to go to sun wukong, still too weak , he passed out as he hugged the golden monkey.

When they went to retrieve the monkey king, the generals were actually scared of the stare that their ex king gave to them, it was the first time they could actually see their ex king since….

they weren’t sure if sun wukong was actually protecting, as he could, his former mate, but the monkey must have recognized them and the situation cuz he didn’t move when the generals took macaque away.

Liu noticed how the wall ,where the chain of his left wrist were positioned, was cracked; liu couldn’t imagine what type of strength the ex-king had to pull out to only do that.

He wanted to reach for his partner… maybe he wanted to see if he was alright, maybe he wanted to finish the job.

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As liu got back to the present he decided to leave this part of the story out and actually continue to comfort the boy.

“Even when he was younger, your father was a real warrior…. Flower fruit mountain didn’t always need this kind of protection or an army, just the feeling of the immense power that wukong had was enough to keep anyone at bay” xiaotian quickly turned to face the marshal, it was the first time someone actually talked about sun wukong-

Without hiding him behind a powerful mighty hero, as his father did, or under speculation or theories as Tang did..

“But the great king wanted something more” Liu smiled “ he left us for the first time… we were sure that he would have eventually come back but… an evil demon king, the demon king of confusion, won over us… oh Xiaotian we weren’t trained to fight yet, but your father ,who always trained with wukong , tried to protect us as much as he could but even he eventually fell prisoner of the demon king , with many others…” Liu gripped his tunic as he continued, the memory must have been really painful to him. “Ma was there too…macaque continued to protect the others ,it took a lot” liu emphasized the last word “ to break him… but eventually sun wukong did come back and rescued all the monkeys. Your father got over it and became the mightiest and strongest warrior of the king, always at his right.”

Liu giggled “ ah don’t get me started of how many times liu er mihou took hits that were directed at the king, even if he knew that wukong could take them ‘a warrior defends his king’ is what he always said to him and us” he paused, Maybe liu would have liked to add something more but he thought that it was macaque choice to tell everything to the kid.

The marshal sighed again “ he always manages to get back on his feet, this time Won’t be different, I promise. He wouldn’t leave you… even if you are a big cub now and you don’t need him anymore”

The boy hugged himself “ I think I will always need him…”

Liu smiled as he got up “ and he needs you now” he led him a hand “c’on…” Xiaotian was still “I’m sorry…” “I know.”

They slowly got back to macaque room, ma was still there at the king side.

How long have they been away? An hour? Two? Did macaque waited for his son for so long?

Beng and ba also arrived, the second one also had bandages on him ; he was the one that came out the more hurt of their fight; the boy felt the guilt in his heart once more but Ba reassured him, smiling softly and tilted his head motioning him to go.

Xiaotian looked at the 3 generals one last time before he entered the room, Ma smiled at him and then left, leaving father and son alone.

There was silence for a whole minute, macaque breathing was the only thing the boy could hear over the sound of his racing heartbeat.

He’s breathing. He’s alive.

It was the only MK could say to calm himself.

Then he grabbed his dad hand, after a few seconds the monkey squeezed it in return.

He was alive.

“Hey…” said the boy “…hey” whispered the monkey.

Macaque made room for his son, who slowly laid down, careful not to hurt his father as he hugged him.

the king started to caress the prince hair “ you used to love it when you were a kid” his voice low and rough, Xiaotian was holding in the tears “I still love it and I’m still a kid” “ you are…” indeed he was.

It was his kid.

Silence filled the room once more

“Dad- I’m sorry-“

“No! it’s true you disobeyed me but… it’s my fault, when I noticed what wukong was doing to you it was already too late, I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen, I shouldn’t have allowed both you and him to suffer like that…” tears falling from the king’s eyes “I wish that between all this powers there would be one to go back in time and fix all this” the boy said trying to light up the mood “ no- no please don’t give Buddha any ideas, I can’t even imagine what damage that silly monkey could have done with that kind of power “ but liu’er laugh quickly turned into a painful coughing.

He could feel the blood in his mouth.

He felt the boy hold him tighter “can you tell me about him… like the real sun wukong, can you tell me about you two…please?”

It was only fair …macaque owned the boy an explanation.

Talking about wukong wasn’t hard as macaque though, he just let himself go in memories both good and bad and told them to his son; they talked a lot, maybe too much…

But macaque felt a lot lighter…

Wukong was free… finally he was free.

Their home, flower fruit mountain, was as glorious as the old days

He could hold and caress his son one last time…

He was so tired but… at peace in a way.

His caress got a lot slower, he was slowly drifting into the darkness

“Dad?” Xiaotian must have noticed his father suddenly going quiet, his breathing going slower as well as his caress “ I’m…I’m really tired Xiaotian…” panic started to build in the boy heart once more “dad…if you go to sleep…will you wake up again?” The black monkey took a few moments to answer “ …I’m sorry, I’m just so… so tired” the boy felt his father body slowly going limp

No no no no

The boy hugged his father so tight that the pain it caused to the monkey actually brought him back to reality “ please dad, please you can’t leave me now! I need you! There are so many things that we still have to do together! You can’t abandon me, not you too please…” the boy was crying, macaque hated to see his son cry .

and he hated the thought of this being the last time that could hold him close.

He didn’t want to let go .

The six eared macaque really is a strong warrior.

As nothing had happened the monkey went back to caressing his son hair, until it was Xiaotian the one that fell asleep…

#liu er mihou #six eared macaque #sun wokung #shadow king #lego monkey kid #qi xiaotian

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lmk-aus-galore · 1 year

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So- I have this uhm…

Theory

Season 4 Spoilers

So uhm…

So I found it strange that the Jade Emperor punished these guys by exiling them.

Like seriously, it’s been confirmed that Wukong was placed inside the Trigram Furnace, in Revenge of the Spider Queen which is how he got the Gold Vision. MK stated so and the fact he decided to shut MK up when he mentioned fighting Buddha means it must’ve happened at SOME point.

Like I get how the Jade Emperor would punish Wukong by trying to execute him, after all this guy tried to take over Heaven. So it would make sense to try and kill him in the Trigram Furnace.

But why spare THESE guys? According to Shifu Subodhi.

‘Alone they can beat a thousand men army, together they are nigh unstoppable’

So why? Why keep these guys alive?!

In JTTW though I’m not sure it’s canon:

Golden Wing Peng is somewhat a Celestial, as he is the Spiritual Uncle of the Buddha and one of the Eight Demi-Gods.

And Yellow Tusked Elephant is actually the White Elephant of the Bodhisttava Shakyamuni- Representing Happiness. He actually escaped and became a demon.

Since in LMK Azure Lion is a former Celestial Guard, he should have the capacity and battle capabilities of a Celestial Guard standard.

So in a way, these three HAD Celestial positions in power and in some way, becoming a demon doesn’t actually remove one’s power. (Look at Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing and Sun Wukong) so why would the Jade Emperor risk them going after the throne again? Why would he spare them?

I can kinda explain Macaque and Demon Bull King.

Princess Iron Fan probably helped in sparing his life and Macaque escaped since he can basically teleport.

But these three make no sense???

The Jade Emperor should have killed them if they were THAT dangerous (Especially with Peng) they SHOULD HAVE, so why didn’t they?

Then I got this sort of speculation.

Out of all the people in the Brotherhood it seems the only one severely punished was Sun Wukong.

We didn’t see Demon Bull King and Macaque speak of any punishment other than possibly being exiled from Heaven.

The Camel Ridge Trio were ALSO exiled.

Sun Wukong meanwhile, was placed in the Furnace…

So…what’s the possibility of Wukong taking the punishment instead?

What if Wukong took the punishment that his brotherhood? What if the The Furnace, was going to be their execution?

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lego monkie kid season 4 #lmk spoilers #lmk azure lion #lmk macaque #lmk demon bull king #lmk princess iron fan #lmk golden winged eagle #lmk yellow tusk elephant

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sapoteylx · 4 months

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mcu moots/followers ignore this post 🫶 it is a Completely different fandom but if u want to read then i will give you a delicate kiss on the cheek trust

incomplete drabble/one-shot, based somewhere around the end of s4. my hyperfix died out midway through writing this but i still think its good so just take a peek mayhaps

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“Is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?”

Macaque’s fingers curl around the edges of the sink.

The dojo is eerily silent, his six ears twitching at the lack of auditory stimulation. The quiet had been comfortable for a while, a refreshing change of pace from the howling of icy winds and the bone witch’s shrieking. This contentment lasted for a while — until the silence had wormed through his ears and settled with a slimy thunk onto his greedy heart.

Sometimes the organ would ooze something vile from its arteries; it would catch him off-guard, bubbling up through his throat and slipping down his cheeks in the form of hiccuping sobs and fingers tangled in his hair. He thinks that this feeling has a name, and he thinks that it starts with an ‘L’. He wouldn’t dare utter it.

Often, it would leave him curled up and keening on the floor. More often, the irregularity of the wetness on his face would cause his calloused fingers to reach up toward his eyes —

Eye. His singular eye — burning and puffy and littered with grains of soil.

Wukong couldn’t even grant him the mercy of pushing his eyelid shut before pouring the dirt over his battered body.

A growl rumbles its way past clenched teeth. Macaque’s godforsaken eye is glaring and offensive in its reflection, the shine a harsh contrast against the puckered tissue of his right. The scar rips from his eyebrow down to the top of his lip, the skin a mess of distorted flesh and matte crimson. He ducks his head with a wince.

He considered tearing into it again, feeling it fray and bubble around his yellowed nails, ripping away all the scar tissue so that it could heal all over again. At least then the damage would be his, and he could rid the sensation of cold metal from the socket.

The hole was such an ugly thing.

Macaque forces himself to lift his head again, glaring venomously at the simian that stared back. His lips were chapped. Even when he was doing nothing at all, his mouth found a way to fold into that horrible frown that pulled at the skin on his face and made the scar on his eye feel taut and thick. Staring into his eyes felt unfamiliar and impersonal, crushing in its detachment, but he had to do it.

He couldn’t let himself forget what Wukong did to him.

Macaque couldn’t let that stupid golden-furred monkey get his arms around him again, couldn’t stand to watch himself pad after the king with that stupid fluttering in his chest every time Wukong laid his stupid golden eyes on him.

Macaque had tried everything to rid his fur of Wukong’s touch, scrubbing his cheeks and his chest and the dips in his thighs and lower still, the ghost of previously loving touches feeling like acid against his skin. He grew his hair out. He used the shit out of glamours far more than he knows he should, his trembling limbs and bone-deep exhaustion nothing compared to the deep-seated resentment towards the old self that would allow Wukong to trace his thumb over his six ears and cause his tail to puff out and shiver. That old self of his was in pieces, lingering eternally beneath six feet of dirt.

If he saw past Macaque today he would grab him by the shoulders, with spit in his teeth and glamours torn off like shed to reveal every small atrocity littered across his skin.

Macaque would tell him to run, run away from the Monkey King. You are dirt beneath his nails. His betrayal will come swift and venomous.

He will leave you, and he will kill you.

A warrior's death is just as cruel as you fear it will be.

Past Macaque would argue back just as vehemently, defending his sun’s honor with young lungs that Macaque envied. Past Macaque would say that no, Wukong would never do that. He loves me and he needs me and he would never do that. Macaque wouldn’t say a word in response. He knows in his stomach that Wukong would, and he knows in his eye that Wukong did.

There's a faint scent of peaches lingering on past Macaque’s fur. Macaque banishes the fictional interaction from his head.

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk #monkie kid #yeah idk i just want to drop it somewhere #if this post disappears no it didnt ❤️#completely different audience but we stay winning #sapote writes

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lmk-writer · 1 year

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How the celestial being react to you skretching them

A/N: am sorry for not posting form an while I will try to post more also the season four characters will be good guys in this one

Warning: season four characters will be in here so but no spoilers for the show

Sun Wukong - he was butt head with Nezha but in the corner of his eye he saw you with an notebook in your arm and stretch but when he saw you walk over to him to only break up the head butting but to show him. When his eyes land on the page of him, he was slience and gentle take it out your hand to get closer look. He will smile before petting your head messy up your hair and say, "nice drawing, maybe you could just draw me nice and not Nezha." Which you laugh as Nezha turn into an gremlin yelling at Wukong

Macaque - he was lean up against an temple relaxing but his ear heard the sounds of your pencil hitting the paper which he knew was you. But when hear footspet come his way that open his eyes to only met you now in front of him and hold your stretch book to show him the drawing you did of him. When his eyes met the art you did of him, he will stare at it until you rip it out and give it to him and rush off. Let say when you rush off, he looked down at the drawing and smiled to himself

Nezha - he was meditating in his temple which you walked in to see now was an perfect time to stretch him along the sweet smell of lotus make you more relax while skretch him. When he heard footspets walk over to him and peice of paper get place in front of him before hearing the foot step walk away to be followed by his temple door closing. He will open his eyes slowly to only met himself stretch on an pieces of paper while he will grab it carefully and look at it before standing up to find you

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Azure - he was on guard duty but he saw you in the corner of his eye, your eyes only glazing up everyone once in while but he didn't say nothing. But when he saw your figure walk up to him happy, he didn't see any panick or worry but the opposite which throw him off until you hold up your notebook to him. He will learn down to only met his duty pose on the piece of paper. He was taken back by the skill and how it looked almost just like him. He smile before saying, "it amazing. I-." But before he could finish his sentence you rip the page out the notebook and give it to him before rushing off happy. Let say he keep the art peice you done of him in his armor until he was done with his duty and went to his home and put it up somewhere.

Golden-winged eagle - he was standing beside his friend Azure on their guard duty but when he heard pencil on paper making him look over to only met you standing couple inch form him but only gazing up to look back to draw more. When he heard footspet and an rip of page but when he look down to only met a fold page hold up to him as she careful take it to only watch you walk away. When his friend ask him what in it, he will slowly open it to only met an stretch of him and his friend on guard duty. He was taken back by it and look at his friend to only get an chuckle form him as he groan before putting the fold art into his armor

#lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk nezha #lmk azure lion #lmk golden winged eagle #with an reader who stretch them

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sublieu · 2 years

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rockstar au lmk.

The band's name is called TSE (The Solar Eclipse), All their age ranges from 25-36 years old. Macaque is the lead singer and bass player whilst Wukong is second one in line and playing the guitar.

How Mk met the band

Mk was an obvious fan over the band and Tang decided for his 22nd birthday to introduce him to them, Mk had to go to the hospital because he fainted from being so overly excited. Since then he hangs around them almost every weekend (friday to sunday) to just chill and hang with them

Wukong and Macaque: In this Au they're close friends (yes even with benefits) But Macaque is more stubborn to authority than Wukong.

Wukong rocks slightly longer, unkept hair and piercings on the tongue and ears, he's a well known comedian he has a small but noticeable lip scar and rocks a more grunge/darkcore look. He wears a sun tattoo, makeup and mascara and is basically a mean but protective friend/lil brother. He does interact with his fandom alot and even streams himself playing games, doing qnas and basically being in contact with very few of his fans if he wants to.

Macaque wears gold jewellery and is a professional 5 time winning boxer, he has longer but more well kept hair and has a crescent tattooed on his arm as well. He has a golden moon piercing on his tongue and is basically your weed junkie friend/big brother. He interacts with his fandom but not as much as Wukong and does livestreams, gaming and even makes clothes as a side job (which works out for him alot because nearly all of his fandom are either fangirls/fanboys who have tried to send videos/photos of them doing... stuff with his clothing. He also leaves his iconic scent on them too.

Dbk family also connects with them in this au as DBK is the drum player and PIF is the leading backup singer alongside Spider Queen and Syntax whilst LBD is an accountant.

Huntsman, Big Guy and Sandy are all security guards in this au. Sandy and Huntsman being in charge of backstage access while Big Guy is in charge of the entrance. Sandy and Huntsman are canonically dating in this au and obviously head over heels with each other.

Pigsy and Tang are both married in this au, While Pigsy is still a chef here he tries and help boost TSE to other people becuz he luvs when his husband is happy and Tang does the same thing for pigsy and boosts his shop to people as well.

Redson and Mk are canonically dating in this au, they met through college and sharing the same dorm rooms with each other whilst Mei is still single and enjoying her career as a gaming ytuber and vlogger. She does hang around with them but when she realizes she's being a third wheel she'll notice.

How you met Redson, Mei and Mk.

Mk- You met him when from high school and have been friends for more than six years. You can read Mk like the back of your hand and you both have never been seen without the other unless they're either busy or sick.

Redson- Met you through Mk, It happened around lunch time when he was introducing you to both Mei and Redson. He was snappy but respected your honesty and even prepared a birthday party for you once.

Mei- Met you at a cafe in the college when she was arguing with a cashier about how her coffee was cold. You offered to pay for her coffee and since then she's been in contact with you, she really got more information about you from Mk.

@seiizs @mortal-mayhem I made both wukong and macaque more for you guys and I want ur opinion on this!

#rockstar au lmk #rockstar lmk #macaque lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk mayor #lmk huntsman #lmk syntax #lmk spider queen #lmk spider demons #lmk dbk #lmk pif #lmk scorpion demoness x reader #rockstar au lego monkie kid

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jedineedlove · 9 months

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Macaque's Death & Samadhi Fire Timeline?

Hello Everybody I am currently making a LMK Fanfic for the first time and I thought to go back over the episodes for more details and research for it. As I did I had some thoughts come to mind and thought I share them with all of you for some feedback.

I am far from saying this is canon or anywhere close to facts but something about the Samadhi fire and Macaques death has me puzzled I went back to episodes and scenes of those shown or mentioned and I came to a conclusion.

Once again I am not saying this is fully true but I think we have the timeline of those events of the LMK Universe wrong. Many and I mean many say and even draw out the events of those two being during the Journey of the West but I thought something about that was off as I looked through flashbacks of those events.

Let me start from the very beginning. It started with seeing the flashback of Macaque's death as LBD threatens him and reminds him that she brought him "back to the mortal plane".

In this picture, you can see Macaque & Wukong fighting against each other staff to staff. This is a scene paired together with Macaque's death this is advertised as the fight that ends him. Many even a majority believe that Macaque died like he did in the JTTW to Wukong after he tried to interrupt the journey.

But I don't think that is true something caught me off guard, it was the outfit that Wukong is wearing in this scene. He is wearing his armor and he is lacking his golden fillet. Many may say the fillet is glamored and he was allowed to wear armor somewhere down the line on the journey but I don't think so if you look at what he looked like during the flashbacks the show gives us.

In these flashbacks from the memory scroll, Wukong is solely in his pilgrim clothes with the fillet in clear view. Not only that but the book image of Wukong has the fillet with no armor in sight.

You may argue but what about the Samadhi Fire scenes. Well, I also believe that did not happen during the JTTW either. In this universe from what I have seen and heard the Samadhi fire was not added to the novel. Tang referred to the Fire as "said in legends" when he retold what he knew about it not "as said in the JTTW".

Also When Mk and Tang went to FFM to find the Vase. When Tang told MK about the history of it. He mentioned that the goddess Quan Yin filled it with an immense amount of water to help Wukong fight a demon Tang could not remember the name of.

In our JTTW there is only one demon we know of that could be referring to, Red Son. BUT Tang does not seem to recall the name of a major enemy of the JTTW being the fanboy of the novel as he is. Also, he does not mention the fire begins the need for the water only a demon.

The two legends are not linked until DBK and PIF tell their story of it. Even during the tale of the vase he refers to the story as being from legends not from the novel JTTW again.

This brings me back to the outfit that Wukong wears his pilgrim (fillet) outfit vs the armor using the mechanism of using character design to tell a timeline. As well as the JTTW itself some are going to argue that maybe he was let loose from the fillet early but I doubt that the fillet in the original telling could only be removed by Buddha.

Tripitaka had no control over that and during Sun Wukong's journey to redemption no way would Buddha remove it and even give Wukong the armor to go fight Macaque unless like I said earlier this fight happened after the JTTW.

That also goes for the Samadhi fire during the ritual Wukong wears the armor but no way would the pacifist and leader of the group allow his violent streaked student on the journey to enlightenment and spiritual journey to wear armor anytime for any reason or take off the fillet if he could. I do believe that the fights between Macaque and Bull King from the story happened but instead of dying on the journey Macaque died after the journey after a fight went too far. Even more, I believe that Macaque was revived sometime before or after DBK was sealed under the staff as by this image.

In this image from Macaque's point of view (During Shadowplay) you can see the feathers of Wukongs hat but also notice he is fighting fist to fist this is also not a flashback from his debut episode. Looking back at the fight again and there is nowhere anywhere during that episode was this scene possible. It was cloudy and Wukong did not use that much power, this image shows it being during a sunny day or a full burst of Wukong energy in the background.

But he never burst during this fight to make that light possible and the only time he did lift a similar pose was at a clone of MK that Macaque made he was not actually there to see this view. Meaning this had to be some time before this episode.

You can tell this was also after his death because Macque already has the X over his eye.

I also say it was after DBK sealing because of it being fist to fist from the first image I showed aka the death scene photo it was staff to staff but Wukong here is staff less. I wonder where it is?

I followed the change of Wukongs outfit and his lack there of a staff during scenes to come to this conclusion

To check out I do not accept the shadowplay Macaque made for references because he uses Wukong fillet and feather headgear together.

He uses that outfit when describing them still as friends but we saw in season four that Wukong wore the yellow hat, not the feather especially not the fillet when they were the closest of friends like he described.

Nowhere had the two headgears been seen together except here and I think that was because Macaque just wanted to drill it into MKs head who the hero character was meant to be because at this point Macaque saw him as too naive and not very smart. So used the two iconic pieces of Wukong to let the kid know.

#sun wukong #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid theory #jttw #samadhi fire #Golden fillet #monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk #monkie kid #lmk wukong #journey to the west #fan theory #fan thoughts

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splendentmoon · 5 months

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IDo you know that one scene in Rapunzel where Rapunzel promises Gothel to stay with her if she lets Eugen go ? I just had to think about the Jade Prince in this situation (because I live this au 🥹!) and here is the result :

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Macaque and Wukong find themselves surrounded by celestial warriors, dozens of spears pointing at them. The emperor has created a binding seal, trapping the two monkeys in place. Even the great sage is powerless against the might of the man who holds the very fabric of the realm together. Emperor be damned.

MK struggles against the guards, their iron grip preventing him from escaping and helping the monkey demons – his parents.

Jade emperor: Now look what you've done, Yu. Oh don't worry dear. We will find a nice mountain for those two insufferable demons to trap them under. Permanently. And as for you? You are going where no one will ever find you, again.

In a desperate struggle, MK fights even more against the guards hold. His blindfold slips off, unveiling the burned upper half of his face – the unsightly, imperfect side. His shame. The part his grandfather wishes to hide.

Jade emperor: YU, REALLY! ENOUGH ALREADY! STOP. FIGHTING ME!

MK: NO! I won't stop.

Looking directly the emperor in the eyes, his golden eyes shine against the red, burned scars surrounding them.

MK: For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you….But, if you spear them.. I will go with you.

Macaque: No. No, Xiaotian...

MK: I'll never run, I'll hide my imperfections and never try to escape.

He lifts the blindfold from the ground, showing his choice to hide the scars and everything they stand for. He turns off his gold vision. He will never show his monkey features or abilities ever again. Everything that could link him to his loving and kind parents must be erased and hidden.

He puts the blindfold over his eyes to show his resolve to distance himself from his monkey origin. Giving the emperor what he wants.

MK: Just let them go. And I will stay in the palace. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it was. I promise. Just like you want. Just let them go.

Jade emperor: I know you always keep your promises. Fine, I shall grant you your wish. The monkeys will be taken to earth and all gateways to heaven will remain shut, to forbid them from ever causing havoc in the celestial real ever again.

Wukong: No, Xiaotian! Don’t do that. We will find another way! We can still save you and take you away from this prison ! Don’t throw away your life. Please!

Rapunzel: Everything is going to be fine. I promise, you have to trust me.

MK forced a calming smile on his face and looked at the direction his father was speaking from. He was glad to not being able to see in that moment. Hearing the desperation in Monkey Kings voice was already tearing his heart apart. The look on his face would surely break him and he can’t do that. Not now. Not when his grandfather is willing to let them go. It doesn’t matter what Yu wants. It never has. He need to be perfect for everyone. He can’t show any cracks in front of the emperor as long as the two monkeys are still in danger. So he smiles. Standing perfectly straight. Standing still…like a doll. Perfect little Yu, the Jade prince, the delight of heaven, the emperors most precious treasure. Not MK, or Xiaotian or himself. Endure, don’t crack, don’t crack don’t crack don’t crack.

Wukong: No...I can't let you do this.

MK (wispers): But I can't let you die.

Wukong: But if you do this...

He couldn’t bring himself to finish.

Macaque answered in his place.

"Then you...will die.“

Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Yu's shock slowly faded as the gravity of the words sank in. They still confused him. He wasn’t going to die. His grandfather loves him. He would never kill him, he would just forbid him from leaving the palace. Yes he would be cut off from Mei and the friends he found on earth and…never taste piggy’s food again or hear Mr. Tangs funny stories and wrong legends about the celestials. Bai He, Sandy, Red Son, EVERYONE. They would be separated from him. Forever. Suddenly Yu understood. This choice he was about to make would in fact kill him. But not like a death sentence. Even worse, a life sentence in this prison of the celestial realm. Is this truly living, he wondered, trapped, alone and without the people he loved ? No. No this can’t be living. His father was right. He was choosing death. Yet he didn’t fear it. Knowing that his family and friends are save is enough. He would suffer an eternal life for them.

MK: Hey. It's gonna be all right.

Wukong: Xiaotian, wait...

Macaque: Please, my baby, don’t…

MK: I am the Jade Emperor and you will address me as such. Farewell monkeys. Forever

Would you believe me if I told you that while I was reading this, I was listening to the song "Mother Knows Best" in my head?

That result was, it was amazing!!!

I read it at least 15 times!

Bravo! Bravo! That would be a story I would read!

God, you gave me ideas for future chapters! Thank you!

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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 11 months

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Macaque as Hunter (Golden Guard) quotes:

(Or Macaque as Hunter quotes because he gives me Hunter vibes especially when Macaque was in his LBD era)

"Hi-"

"That can still be arranged." (In response to someone saying "You could have gotten killed.")

"What's about to happen shall be relatively painless... if you do what I say."

"...Rocketing me off my own ship!"

"Or else what? You'll blast me to bits? Nah, you're too nice for that."

"I don't care."

"Looks like you had a rough night though."

"If this is a punishment for failing my last mission I swear I can do better."

"You can put down your staff... I won't run."

"Oof, that doesn't look good."

"Since I failed my last mission, I thought, Hey, a chance to make up for it! But I can't go back empty-handed!" *Laughs hysterically.* "Not again. Long story short, this is my grave. Want me to make you one too?"

"Everyone has a use, and if you don't…" *Blows raspberry* "Bye-bye."

"Well, where I come from, even chances have to be earned."

"...And so she can ruin someone else day."

"Oh no! Eyeballs" *scoff* "You are so easy to scare."

"Well, maybe I'm an idiot!"

"I owed you for the food..."

"Are these real steps or illusion steps?" *Dies* "Real steps."

"Sorry man!"

"Now how does that breathing thing go again?"

"BYE!"

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all-my-writings-and-musings · 2 years

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No Pulled Punches

Chapter Two: Recoil

Chapter One: Here

A slightly alternate take on the Lantern fight in episode 8, where Tang endures some more realistic injuries after Macaque kicks him into the wall, but still finds the strength to summon his powers and take the Ring.

Did anyone order some Tang angst, with a little hurt/comfort to follow and a dash of FreeNoodles? No? Here it is anyway!

The weight of pure, unadulterated, chilling fear that dropped into his gut would have made the Golden Staff seem light as a feather.

Pigsy caught Tang as he slumped into him, his light frame settling into his arms as the man went completely limp, his eyes closing with a kind of finality that made the world stop. As fast as he could, he tried to adjust his partner in his grasp to look for whatever injuries he must have missed. There were shouts of alarm that he didn't initially realize included his own.

"Tang!? Tang!? Can you hear me?!" he cried, half pleading for the man he loved more than life itself to open his eyes. There was no response, his limp body was motionless in his arms, so light and broken… For all of his usual resilience, he was helpless in the face of his greatest fear.

Sun Wukong was before him and on his knees in the time it took for him to blink, the seasoned warrior looking for signs of injury only his experience and magic could allow him to see. Light flashed in his Golden Eyes and a surge of power washed over the huddled family. Sharp fangs were bared in an expression of well contained fury, and his eyes were more like flakes of ice when he blinked to clear his magic, their chilling depths foretelling vengeance.

"It was definitely Macaque. He held back, but not enough." he confirmed, standing back up and not bothering to hide his open search of their immediate area. A few worried onlookers gave them space under the weight of his gaze, which he turned back to their group with a more focused addendum. "He's just unconscious, but we need help. Fast."

"We gotta get to a hospital!" Pigsy said when he finally found his voice. Panic was still clouding his thoughts as tears blurred his vision, making it that much harder to even consider their next move. This city was unknown to them, making it that much harder to get help when time was so limited, and he hadn't a clue where to begin. Keeping Tang cradled in his arms, he tried to focus on the rise and fall of his chest. "Where-"

"I got it, hang on!" Mei jumped in, phone in hand as she dialed an emergency number in a blur of typing. Pigsy knew at that moment he'd never again chastise her for always having the device ready to go, and wished he could have expressed his gratitude as she started laying down the start of a plan. "We'll be at the next stop in a few minutes, I think we can get an ambulance there, just let me call ahead!"

It was the closest thing to hope he had, and he clung to it as tightly as he did his partner, cupping his head so it rested against him as the train rattled on to its destination.

"Kid, you stay with the group." Wukong said suddenly, moving for a window before anyone could say a word.

MK moved to stop him, his shocked trance breaking as his mentor moved to leave. "But-"

"I'm going to keep watch, and I need you to stand guard." the Monkey King explained quickly, taking a rare moment to be forward at what was admittedly one of the best times to do so. MK bit his lip and clenched his fists, obviously wanting to come as well, but nodded quickly in understanding. There was no denying the logic of the plan and how much more good he'd be able to do with his friends.

Wukong was out in the night air in the literal blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace as he left them in the painfully tense train car. Mei had managed to get a hold of the emergency line and was speaking so fast she had to restart on more than one occasion, growing so frustrated green fire sparked around her with growing intensity at every question from the other side. Sandy was an immovable mountain of silent support at his side, ready to jump in the moment he was needed. MK was quiet in the moments after his mentors parting, and only turned to look back at them after his shoulders failed to resist a small shake.

Pigsy saw tears dotting the boys eyes as he approached, guilt apparent in every inch of his tortured expression as he beheld one of his adopted parents lying unconscious in the others arms. He knew his adopted son well enough to understand he would view this as his own fault, blaming himself for not protecting Tang even if none of them yet understood what exactly had happened. How Tang had secured the ring, how he'd run into Macaque, how he had survived … it was all a mystery they didn't have the time to unravel yet.

MK sat heavily beside him, a few tears falling as he did so. Pigsy would have hugged him if his hands weren't full, not that he wasn't in desperate need of a little reassurance himself, so he settled for a look he hoped conveyed reassurance. He could hear the train pinging it's arrival, and what he hoped was the siren of a waiting emergency vehicle at their next stop.

Sandy was like a protective shield at their side, leaning over his friends and reassuring them both as gently as he could. "He's gonna be okay, guys, I promise."

Pigsy held Tang close, listening to his breathing and trying not to wince at how slow and ragged it was. What had Macaque done to him, and was the Monkey aware of the shared fury he'd invited his way? Such thoughts had little space amidst his countless worries, leaving him only able to whisper a shaky reply that was more of a promise.

"He better be…"

If he wasn't, the last thing the Six Eared Macaque heard would be him .

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