"But if you try to know it, you have already departed from it. Do not ask what its name is, do not try to observe its form. Things will live naturally and of themselves." (Chuang Tzu) IR "MK" from Lego Monkie Kid.Penned by Kal.
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Xiaotian watches Wukong with a blank look, tilting his head as his gaze drifts back to the muddled water once again. All this talk about colors-- but paint was just paint at the end of the day. Before applying color, a common method is to imply the values in grayscale. The sketch comes before line art, before color-blocking, before the final piece...
Nothing had changed. Not really. It only looks that way, framed in a way that exaggerates the pieces. But... "It's still going to be there, though, no matter how hard you try, won't it? Even after the city returns to the way it was."
He doesn't really know what to say to that. Looking down, Wukong watches the paint trickle off of him. Only a few streaks of paint are left on him right now and they are slowly sliding down, leaving him cold and colourless.
It's not really such an unfamiliar feeling, now that he pays more attention to it. It feels a lot like... a bad day. One where moving feels like an effort and he doesn't really want to do much other than sleep. Everyone has those from time to time, he's sure. At least he knows how to deal with it. Wukong smiles a little, trying to project a more light tone now that most of the panic left him. "I can pick a better colour later. It's not actually that hard, I had a few on me from just meeting people."
It's something that he was planning on doing eventually, but in the moment removing the black paint as soon as possible felt more important. Reaching up, Wukong swipes a hand under the bend of his neck and flicks the paint from his hand into the water. "Just not this one. It's not good for me. Or anyone, really. Better to get rid of it altogether."
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Season 5 hurt me so much I will never recover
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"I don't think that's dealing with it," he mumbles, tail idly swishing in the water behind him. MK does stop trying to get closer, at least, though not without a frustrated look briefly flickering across their face. (It's not directed at Wukong, not exactly.)
"Like— how's what you're doing right now a good thing?" he asks after a moment, glancing between the paint-stained water and Wukong's graying fur. It's so odd, seeing him so drained of color. (Yet, he's not rendered white. Gray, instead. Muted and muddled.) It leaves him feeling unsettled.
"What happened? With the ink."
"What's the point of running straight into it? C'mon, kid." A part of him is still annoyed at not being listened to, but he can't really muster enough emotion to get angry. Not at MK. (Only at himself).
Backing away doesn't have the intended effect, not when the paint keeps trailing after him, but he still moves away. The memory of his double circling him just like that is fresh on his mind and Wukong suppresses a shiver. Unwilling to look any more like a cornered animal, he raises his hands placatingly to keep some distance between them. "Can you just wait until I deal with this before you jump right into it?"
And maybe he's not only talking about the ink either.
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They give a little huff at his words, taking a couple steps forward even as Wukong tries to back away. They don't know why they're doing this, but there's a part of them that wants to be contrary for the sake of it— and another part of them that ultimately wants to comfort their mentor.
They're well aware of what the black ink represents, most likely. Maybe they should be just as apprehensive as Wukong about it remaining in the water, but...
"What's the point in running away from it?" They blurt out, steadily closing that distance. The white doesn't seem to be washing away — it's not exactly a color, after all.
They're not really talking about the ink stains.
They step forward and he steps back, diluted paint trailing off of him in the water.
"I wouldn't tell you not to if it wasn't bad." He reasons, looking at the inky black water with something like apprehension. This is also the first time he gets a full look at MK and the kid doesn't look so great either, all muted, deadly white. Some part of him that would stay even if turned fully gray hurts at the sight, wants to comfort his student, but he can't get close. Not while he's still dripping angry black everywhere.
He wishes not for the first time that someone who was better at this was here. Someone MK might actually listen to.
"It's - it's not gonna make you feel better, bud. I can promise you that much."
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Their expression twists as they watch Wukong. Not quite a frown. Uncertain. After a beat, they take a step closer despite his words.
"Is that a bad thing?" They ask, tilting their head as they glance down at the dirtied water. The waves will take it away from the shore before long. Probably. Something about that bothers them.
They take another step closer, letting the ink-stained water lap at their feet. It's a strange sensation. The water trying to wash away something that's not there; and the ink that hasn't fully dissolved quite yet. "It's just paint," they say, aiming for a light tone— their voice falls a little flat, instead.
It's not like Wukong could stop them, whispers a voice in the back of their head. It gives them pause.
He tenses up when he hears the familiar voice, but doesn't swear out loud, which is good enough. Enough of the colour washed off of him that everything feels comfortably muted, and uncomfortably cold. "Hey, kid."
Scooping another handful of water, he pours some over his hair, making more black (and gold, and orange, and blue, where some is still left) seep off of him. It's not a pleasant sensation, but it's better that way. Easier.
(Part of him still wishes MK didn't have to see this, but it gets quieter as he turns more gray).
"It's fine. Just don't come too close, okay?" He gestures at the mess of wet paint around him. "You'll get stained."
#sunsage#sunsage color theory#ir event: color theory#im grabbing them. these fucking monkeys man#trim later
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Xiaotian wakes up to a world drained of color. Everything feels — off. Muted. Distant. For a moment, he blinks, and it's almost as if he's in that strange place again; the stark white of an empty canvas, instead of muted greys.
That horrible, horrible place.
He can't bring himself to feel much of anything. Like he, himself, is a blank sheet of paper. Or, rather, a piece of bleached clay ready to be remolded and released into a crumbling world once again—
He drags himself out of bed, hair and fur unkempt, and stares at his reflection. White, like that place between the ordered world and the hundun that the Mother was so determined to shield it from. White is an awful color. It's the color of death.
Nevermind the fact white isn't actually a color. It's ironic, in a way. Or maybe not, the more he thinks about it. All he's been doing lately is thinking. Nothing good has ever come from it, but he can't help it.
He sighs, and turns away from the mirror. He barely catches a glimpse of his reflection frowning at him as he does so. He stares out into the empty night for a long moment. Minutes, even, before opening his window and promptly climbing out and onto the roof.
It's cold out tonight. Or maybe that's just him.
Implied suicide / themes of sacrifice.
As he looks up at the stars, he wonders; how many times has the little pebble been asked to repair the heavenly pillar? Have the past versions of himself ever hesitated or fumbled on their single task, their sole purpose for being? He thinks of the guardians, and then thinks— knows— the answer to be a resounding no.
The previous hims had no reason to live. At that point the world would be in the midst of its death throes, long after anyone was meant to live. Was there ever anyone to greet him? Did they ever try to stop the newly hatched stone monkey from marching straight into his destined end?
...does it matter?
Does anything matter, really?
Canon Point Update: Season 5.
#isola drabble#lmk s5 spoilers#monkies suffer together#ir event: color theory#hi it's like... almosf 3am but im out here ig
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"Monkey King?" Says a small voice from behind him, an MK that's been completely washed out of any color — even to Wukong's gold vision, white is... white (though, perhaps he appears a bit yellow-tinted).
He stands at the edge of the water, not quite stepping on, but blankly watches the black ink deep into water. Distantly, a part of him feels anxious at the sight. The rest of him just feels— tired. Resigned, maybe.
"...it's a bit late to go swimming, isn't it?"
The sea is far too cold this late in autumn but he doesn't seem to care, lowering his hands into the frigid water and scrubbing at his face, trying to rid of the dark paint stuck to it. The water around him is starting to look like an oil spill.
#ir event: color theory#fuck we have so many threads#sunsage#sunsage color theory#there.#had to reply. we suffer together in s5 updates
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The culprit of who threw the ball was, evidently, a monkey. It was clear by the way he rushed over, wringing his hands together with an apologetic smile on his face.
"I'm SO sorry! Are you okay? I hope that toss wasn't too hard..." It was a little hard to hold back still, sometimes, but as far as he could tell she didn't seem hurt? No broken nose or, Buddha forbid, passing out immediately from accidentally hitting the ball any harder than he should've. The ball didn't burst, too, so that was another win. Probably?
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The first thing Cheryl noted was the intense warmth of the sun. It was so bright that she initially questioned it was even real, and then pondered about whether or not she might get a sunburn. The beach front sprawled before her was massive, and Cheryl could not recall the last time she saw such a positive setting that was centered around water. Everyone seemed to be having fun, and it almost looked like a scene out of a movie that her friends in high school talked about.
So, naturally, Cheryl felt completely out of place.
Part of her wanted to run back to that new 'home' of hers, but another wanted to walk through the sand, to feel the water on her legs. She wondered just who wanted what, but, there was little reason in spending time on something that was, probably, futile.
... That, and a volleyball happened to hit her in the face as she was moving towards the beach.
"Ow!"
"What the Hell?"
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MK has long since resigned himself to a life of constant hair ruffles. Fur ruffles? Hm. He doesn't like how it further messes up his hair-fur-whatever, but if the gesture makes Wukong even a little happy he'll always put up with it.
"There's a roller-skating thing we could check out! You've ever been? I haven't. It could be fun!" He's absolutely going to make a fool of himself out there, but maybe Wukong will get a laugh out of it.
"Outside?" That sounds... taxing. But in a way that is probably good for him. Much as Wukong prefers to lock himself up in a house filled with memories (one of which is wrapped around him right now), it's, well, not the healthiest thing for him to do. As he already knows. Plus, it's better to spend time with people he loves who are still around, right?
(One day he will sit just like this, wrapped in grief in his house back at the mountain and MK won't be there anymore to help him through it. He just hopes that day will not happen anytime soon.)
"Yeah, alright. We can 'vibe'." Wukong smiles and reaches one hand out of the blanket cocoon to mess up MK's hair in a familiar fashion. "Got any ideas for how we do that, bud?"
The summer festival is still going on, right? Last year all he did was watch fireworks (with Macaque) and send out paper boats (which he might do again this year, but not quite yet). It would be nice to remember what other festivities were there. He doesn't. "Just nothing food related, alright? I think I'm good on that front for now."
#sunsage#NO WORRIES!!!#thank you for this.#but also how very evil of you to mention mk's mortality#stares at s5#very late reply. so sorry
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Them being happy because I'm still recovering from s5
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First words💬
Hard to say where he got them from though idk…
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MK Isn't Used to the Weird Hand-Feet and is Struggling Help Him + style crisis induced MK prac
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Oh he notice that little smirk
But he just gonna make note of it for today. That a issue for another date.
"Ya wanna help me kiddo. Do me some advertisement. Business was looking good till them so called lion heart schmucks become active again. Suddenly EVERYONE working with them instead of me who just opening up. EXCUSE ME FOR not having web designer skills and fancy smancy cool member. I HAD to lower my rate to even have any kind of business in this BLASTED city. Low tier jobs but i get enough of them to pay the staff well and buy some name brand coffee for the office."
There some frustration. A man who trying to make a name for himself easily overshadow as he sigh after looking at his phone. He REALLY could use this money.
But MK a child. First case always a bit cheaper
"You overpaid. Here let me send you back the amount. I appreciate the hefty reward but pros have standards. If i actually had to crack skulls i would have charge ya higher. You give me a few more client and i consider it even. I also want one or two extra wanton in my soup when i come here okay? You scratch my back i scratch your back."
Huey took just the comission amount and that it. He wave the kid good bye as he disappear into the crowd.
#thegreatfraud#thank you for the thread! just rb'ing on my end to have the whole thing in the tag :]#thegreatfraud 01
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amazing. Let's give it up to the return of wild pogostick adventures everybody (mk yelling in the distance)
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mk brainrot plus swk because artblock wants me deadd
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He’s grown so much! He’s my boi! My little silly guy!
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★彡 MK the Monkie Kid! ⭐️
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