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It looks kind of janky, but I worked on this for like a week, and goddamn it, I improved so much in that week

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you fuckers thought i forgot about elf practice didn’t you?

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I hate myself, chat, therefore, I spent 4 hours painting this art study (it was like childbirth for my hands, but hey, this one didn't turn out too bad)

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Hey, a good while back a Discord for 18+ LMK fans (no Wukong x MK or Macaque x MK shippers-)

Some of the rules is to not bring ships between family members, or between mentor and mentee, or other ships that are viewed in that manner. And the other one I wanna say here is that it's a space that won't really tolerate "Nezha is 12" argument. I stated in the rules of the Discord my reasoning for why he isn't.

Other than those, if you're ok with those, come and join me and some of my friends in my server!

(Just say your age in the pre-vertification chat and I'll add you in after you find a password in rules.)

Also to boost the popularity, I made a cute animation of my OC Mitao! They're my baby-

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Hey, a good while back a Discord for 18+ LMK fans (no Wukong x MK or Macaque x MK shippers-)

Some of the rules is to not bring ships between family members, or between mentor and mentee, or other ships that are viewed in that manner. And the other one I wanna say here is that it's a space that won't really tolerate "Nezha is 12" argument. I stated in the rules of the Discord my reasoning for why he isn't.

Other than those, if you're ok with those, come and join me and some of my friends in my server!

(Just say your age in the pre-vertification chat and I'll add you in after you find a password in rules.)

Also to boost the popularity, I made a cute animation of my OC Mitao! They're my baby-

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Hey, a good while back a Discord for 18+ LMK fans (no Wukong x MK or Macaque x MK shippers-)

Some of the rules is to not bring ships between family members, or between mentor and mentee, or other ships that are viewed in that manner. And the other one I wanna say here is that it's a space that won't really tolerate "Nezha is 12" argument. I stated in the rules of the Discord my reasoning for why he isn't.

Other than those, if you're ok with those, come and join me and some of my friends in my server!

(Just say your age in the pre-vertification chat and I'll add you in after you find a password in rules.)

Also to boost the popularity, I made a cute animation of my OC Mitao! They're my baby-

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I guess you could say brotherhood macaque is a lover not a fighter

Macaque wants to be a lover so hard, he's fighting his way into people's hearts I swear

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Alright chat, be prepared for me to open requests again, but I do have one condition for y'all

I ain't doing smut this round; I'm all smutted out

dicks and boobies ain't it for me (for now)

Otherwise, go wild (I have 4 requests as of now, after those requests are done, requests will open until 12/24)

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AHHH hi hi! You're baketh!

I was wondering if you can do traffic light trio with a s/o whos in a band? I noticed you don't do them alot.

My friends and I are forming a band and we can't write songs for shit lol.

Please? And thank you!!

Samadhi Few (Traffic Light Trio x Bandmate!Reader) Headcanons

Red Son:

He doesn't know how you were able to convince to be a part of this

In fact, he doesn't even remember stepping onto a stage for practice, yet here he was, an electric guitar in his hands surrounded by people he unfortunately knew

Once the actual practicing commences, you find that Red Son is impressively proficient with music

Hundreds of years of being alive with only bots to build leads to a very impressive skill set of past hobbies and current ones

Red Son seemed to gravitate to the guitar the most, most drums would break under his pressure, but the hum of strings and electricity seemed to be his forte

Red Son isn't as good at writing songs as his other friends could be, but he makes it up with the ability to pull sick rifts and teach others about to get a clear yet powerful sound

If he doesn't have a guitar on his hands, a keyboard is just as good with him, Red Son knows the thing inside and out, and he's rigged his keyboard to make the most vile sounds known to man

Mei:

Mei is absolutely going onto the drums; her energy is percussion only

Her parents were horrified when they found out Mei was in a band, even more so that people willing gave her things to hit other things with

Eventually, they found music to be her opportunity to get all the energy out of her bones in a healthy manner; they send you chocolates as a thank you gift

Mei, however, cannot be tamed nor quelled; her desire to hit things and make noise is unstoppable

This means her solos are always going to be bangers, and she's amazing at hyping an audience

She had to learn how to tone it down though, you and everyone else in the band could not be heard over her 'amazing drum solo' that lasted the entire song

She has a very good sense of rhythm, and it only improved after she began properly learning how to balance her sound with everyone else

After each concert, she slings an arm over you, complimenting you on just about everything before taking you out to eat

MK:

MK doesn't know how to play squat, give him a recorder and he's squeaking all the way

MK did somehow inherit his father's vocal chords though, and he's able to sing the most sultry of songs

You two end up being a duo, and MK manages to pick up the base, so that's a bonus

MK's fully touchy on stage, side-hugs during concerts and supportive kisses during breaks and before a big performance; he fully wants to support you in every way possible

MK moves a lot on stage

he's supposed to be stage-left the whole time? Nah, he's already walking to right, dodging the dance crew and somehow ends up right beside you on the front

You can't control the way he demands movements, and some times it works out

His singing method is rough but natural, and with the way he moves on stage, he's able to get all eyes on every part of the performance, giving everyone the spotlight they need

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*Kicks door down with a feral expression.* Oh sisters im back from war! Anyways as soon as i saw your asks are open i back bursting in lol. Okay but to the point, i would like to ask for Wukong x m reader x Macaque fic. I dont care if its kicking my legs fluffy or jaw dropping smut i just wanna eat up some more of your work.

(^If your not comfortable with the request feel free to ignore it and leave it be, thought dont forget to take care of yourself and have a lovely night/day!)

((If there's already a 🦝 anon i will be really sad if not i won the prize :D))

REDACTED asked:

 please make a fic or pic of Macaque and Wukong fucking the shit out of a male!reader (or each other) and the bottom is so full of cum that there's a lil cum belly appearing. I'd love it if there's a praise kink involved and or their body weight is crushing the other. (If you do reader, since the monkey's are cannonly 4 ft, the reader could be a lil taller than them.) Neck shit is so hot to me and extra points to bite marks! And a few more for licks and kisses on the body, starting soft and teasing the neck then get overstimulated as time goes on.

At the start if you want, Macaque can tie reader down with his shadows but that is purely an extra…just an FYI I love chubby and strong guys (soooo chubby Wukong is a plea) (Also also reader is a bottom lol)

Muses and Messes (Macaque x Male!Reader x Wukong Smut)

Alrighty chat, we're kicking off with a rare triple-combo-request the only smut I'm doing this round since I had this fic in the fucking oven for too long, it was fun writing though, plus the peeps over on AO3 get some smut art (I'm afraid of Tumblrs policies, so you guys over here get it censored like the holy children we are)

You know the drill, porn below with an image this time!

“Honestly, I just don’t understand how you can make shapes turn into a whole human being.” Wukong hummed, Macaque smirking behind him.

“It’s easy, Wukong. You just need to do it piece by piece–you know, instead of trying to draw the whole body in one go..” Macaque’s tail flicked as he sketched onto a new sketchbook, pages already filled up and wrinkled with countless eraser shavings that thinned out the page significantly. Macaque mumbled to himself, practically hissing at his paper, “If only the shapes could orient themselves correctly.”

You looked between the two as they drew. It was a strange request to have the equivalent of two gods knock at your door and ask for art lessons, but you couldn’t complain with the amount of money they were eager to give you. You could easily have your rent and bills paid for the rest of the year with that kind of cash. 

“It’s all about practice mostly, not everyone draws with geometric shapes, some people just freehand it.” You explained, quickly sketching out the two styles, a messy yet natural human beside a stiff yet cleaned up person. “It’s all about how you prefer to learn and what style you’re going for.”

“You think you can find your style, Wukong?” Macaque teased, sticking his tongue out at the king. Wukong rolled his eyes.

“I could do it today if I keep it up!” The old monkey chirped proudly. “I’m already getting a hang of everything.”

You sighed internally, watching as the two of them began to race over perfecting human anatomy. Their eyes glanced over to you occasionally before more scribbles filled the room. Contently, you drew out the two before you, figuring that they would forgive you for using them as subjects–an eye for eye, you mentally grinned.

Their bodies were pristine, sculpted by time and the godly nature radiating through them. You knew well of the tales between the legendary Monkey King and his adversary, the nigh-omniscient Six-Eared Macaque. The power the two held rivaled that of heaven and the Jade Emperor himself, and the power of Buddha was the only thing that could keep them down for the count.

As the years passed, the world grew to know less of them, both of them disappearing to their own journeys and fates.

It was only until a few months ago that you were even aware that the two had returned to the public eye–in some fashion, at least. It was until now that you were aware of their healing bond, an interesting detail that had you wondering for more about the two.

For now though, you were content in simply drawing them.

“How’d you do that?” A voice had rumbled behind you, causing you to yelp and jump from your seat. Macaque leaned against the chair, his expression never changing but briefly, you swore you saw the curve of lips and a flash of teeth.

You glared at the darker simian, sitting back in the chair before opening up your sketchbook again to the doodle of the two monkeys you had centered on the page. “Practice, mostly, that and you two were so focused on drawing that you were still enough for me to get the pose right.”

“Hmm,” Macaque leaned in closer, his fur tickling the side of your arm as he inspected your work. “Interesting…”

“My people don’t look like that.” Wukong appeared beside you, his tail grabbing your sketchbook while he looked closely at your drawing. “How do you make them look so…unique?”

“Oh, well, it’s about shapes, mostly–again, heh.” You stumbled over your explanation. “Design is kind of a personal thing, like–I would say you choose your designs based on what you feel is right.”

“What feels right, huh?” Macaque purred in your ear. “Hmm, that’s a unique way of saying it.”

Macaque’s breath tickled at your neck, blowing a puff of air into the shell of your ear with a wide smirk. Wukong’s tail had long since wrapped around your arm, a knowing glance shared between the two of them.

Macaque whispered to you again–somehow closer, yet almost hesitant. 

“Could we explore your body, see how right it feels?”

You shivered, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. You didn’t expect your lesson to end up like this, but…

It was…tempting…

Wukong’s voice whispered in your other ear, impossibly quiet for the boisterous sage. “We’ll make you feel good, give you a reward greater than the riches we could offer.”

You couldn’t resist the warmth of their breath nor the way their touches soothed invisible pains in your body. You didn’t know you were so tense, yet at their gentle command, you were caught in a willing trap, a net that embraced you yet restrained you.

On your knees, you were tied up in shadows, naked before you knew it. The shadows were chilled, not quite cold yet definitely not warm. You shuddered at the sight of Wukong and Macaque’s glossy fur, half-hard dicks presented to you. A silent question rose, and you answered, licking along Wukong shaft while Macaque’s hand stroked his own cock.

Wukong’s cock pulsed against your tongue, throbbing as he became fully hard. You whimpered under your breath, brain mulling over the next steps. You felt a hand–Macaque’s–stroke your hair comfortingly.

“Do as much as you can,” Macaque’s voice was sweet, slightly tense as he forced himself to stop stroking. “You’re doing great.”

Your brain felt mushy, cloudy–like the world had stopped spinning and time only waited for you to begin anew. Macaque’s hand never left your hair, never stopped petting you in his show of support. You took the tip of Wukong’s cock into your mouth, hearing Wukong’s breath nearly hiss out in your sudden movement– it sent waves of pride through you.

Slowly, you lowered your head, relaxing your jaw as you took Wukong’s entire length, feeling his tip hit lower and lower into your throat.

You looked up, feeling Wukong twitch in your mouth while your tongue lapped up what it could. Wukong’s eyes were glazed over, looking down at you in anticipation yet pride. You hummed, smiling to yourself as you began to move, hearing Wukong’s breath stutter again as you bobbed your head enthusiastically on his cock, tasting the salty yet strangely fruity precum that your throat practically milked out of him.

“--Fuck,” Wukong groaned, his hands clenching at your hair like a lifeline, sending shocks of pain and excitement through you. “You’re real good at this, y’know?”

You felt your core coil at those words, warmth spreading through your body as you continued to lap at Wukong’s dick, the taste slowly consuming your thoughts.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Macaque muttered behind you, his hands rubbing your back while you focused on Wukong. “You like being praised like a good boy, huh?”

You couldn’t answer in your position, but Macaque still chucked to himself. “Keep doing what you’re doing, and you’re headed for a looong night.”

Your mind quickly came back to you; memories flashing through your mind before a particularly calculated thrust jolted you back to the present. Macaque growled behind you, low and rough grunts from Wukong joining in as they continued to abuse your asshole. You couldn’t feel your legs, but the warmth from Macaque’s chest nearly burned you while Wukong’s movements sent waves of pleasure through your tired body. Everything ached, yet you craved more.

They were as much animals as you were a toy to them, and your core clenched at the thought. You felt something sloshing in your stomach, warm and pleasant inside of you.

“Hey–” A hand lightly slapped your face, Wukong slowing ever so slightly to look at the mess you’ve become. “You with us?”

You nodded, groaning as Macaque had stopped entirely.

“Keep–mng–keep going,” you pleaded, feeling the low rumble of Macaque’s chuckle.

“If you say so,” and they continued, not bothering to start slowly.

Low whispers sang into your ears while your cock bounced against your stomach, Macaque and Wukong pressed against you, nearly crushing you.

“Such a good boy for us,”

“Look at you, taking us in so well,”

“What a cute boy you are.”

You whimpered against the heat surrounding you, feeling your stomach tightening as you slower creeped to your edge.

Suddenly, they stopped again, warm cocks still inside of you. You groaned, your head slamming into Macaque’s shoulder while Wukong chuckled.

“You aren’t finishing yet,” Wukong purred, licking your neck. Macaque hummed behind you, kissing your cheek before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, pain sinking into your sweaty skin. You whimpered, feeling tender kisses and light nips across your neck. Wukong went lower, pressing more kisses along your body and giving your dick a teasing lick to your dismay.

Macaque lowered you slightly, shadows cooling your heated skin while you hummed in question, trying to ignore the pained ache in your body. Low purrs rumbling through his throat while his hands caressed your chest.

“Wukong, you done over there? Our muse here looks like he’s going to explode.”

Wukong muttered under his breath, something about the importance of patience and care. Macaque chittered to Wukong, the sound almost a warning to your ears, but Wukong gripped your legs, looking at you with lust-ridden eyes.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your own hips bucking with need.

You were quickly filled again, Wukong growling into your ear. “Hope you’re ready for this round.”

In one thrust, he bottomed out with a grin, eye gleaming with finality. “You’re not going to be able to walk after this one.”

“Enough chit-chat, Wukong.” Macaque groaned, desperate thrusts from his hips. “Your voice is grating enough.”

Wukong’s hips moved, hitting your G-spot with impressive accuracy. You melted into their crushing touch, eyes closed as bliss overcame you. They slowly sped up, your hips bucking up in your quite loud desperation for release. Your moans echoed through the room, growls from all sides of you joining in on the sex-filled duet.

You felt a snap in your core and screamed out, feeling the cooling touch of a shadow stroking you off as you came intensely, more cum filling you up while Macaque and Wukong pressed against you.

The three of you panted intensely, shadow tentacles releasing you gently onto the couch while cum poured out of you. The two monkeys seemed barely phased, sweat being their only marker for any sort of exertion. They grinned down at you, kneeling down by the couch to hum their praises while they cleaned you up gently.

“You did so well for us.”

“What a good boy.”

You drifted off into a blissful slumber, your lower half practically numb yet shaking at the same time as the sounds of quiet cleaning sang you to sleep.

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Is it three in morning? Yes.

Do I have to wake up at 7 am? Indeed.

Did I spend almost 4 hours on this? Yep.

Two versions, because I worked hard on that robo-wing goddamn it

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OC fun before the real work starts

@raichuwriter's and my oc are enjoying minimum wage labor

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It’s thanksgiving break chat, I may be sick but I have about 14 things to accomplish in 3 days

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Quick eddsworld for the chat

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A little request from my darling @raichuwriter

It's a wonderful combo of Hermes, a poodle and a pigeon because birds

(Hermes the messenger god gets to be a messenger pigeon)

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More art because finals got me stressing enough to activate my art

Bird explanation below:

I chose MK to be a Barn Swallow, because of a few different things.

Swallows in China are bringers of happiness and spring for one, and two: originally I wanted him to be a bird of prey like Wukong and Macaque, but due to MK's overall morale, I couldn't see him as such. It led me down two choices: the symbolic Crane or a passerine bird to which you know which I chose.

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3am drawings for the soul because waking up at 7am means nothing to me

Bird explanations below, because I actually had to do research this time around and im actually proud of this

Wukong: American Kestrel

Originally, I wanted to do birds native to China, but the American Kestrel kind of had more symbolize that I could resonate within Wukong, mainly because this is the smallest falcon within America, and it had more vibrant colors that I could play with. Being small, I wanted to make sure Wukong wasn't too big even with bird wings, because he doesn't need that kind of power.

Macaque: Eurasian Eagle-Owl

Macaque was going to be an owl regardless, silent and nocturnal just like the shadows. I chose a horned owl, because I think it would be cute if they could act as false ears for Mac, or just be little things for design purposes. Either way, the owl was something I was dead set on for Macaque.