#[ liu'er ]

[ninjahaku21art]

We saw Wukong (Shí Hóu) with his mom, so now see Liu'er with his mother!

She is a demon monkey herself, and is a warrior/protector to their group of monkeys.

Enjoy~

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: wherever we want to go (xiaoying x liu'er)

A/N: Am I writing a fic because my heart hurts like a bitch after episode 23? Yeah.

Posting because I couldn't bear the thought of it languishing in my drafts. I don't know if this is something that would pique your interests, but tagging

@snicker-doodles @killerandhealerqueen @wuxia-vanlifer @xinyuehui

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They find their way east with the pouch of money that the kind Vice Minister and his men give them.

"Take care and live good lives." The man with the feline eyes had told them. Liu'er had remembered how Xiaoying's hand was so warm in hers when she'd nodded, assuring him that they will.

To anyone who asks, they're two sisters, two widows, and everything in between that gets them a glossy "oh, that's nice", and then nothing else. By the time they get smell the salt tang of the ocean, Shendu and all its nightmares is a whole other world away.

"I can sew and embroider," Xiaoying says a week into their arrival. She smiles when she pats the space on the bed next to her. Gently taking Liu'er's hands in hers, she runs her thumbs in careful circles on her wrists. "We can figure it out."

Liu'er twists the palm of her hand to brush the tips of her fingers over the embroidery on Xiaoying's sleeve.

In another life, they'd never get this far. The officers from the Court of Judicial Review would have been too late and Liu'er would never have known just how much her heart beats in love for Xiaoying. In that life, she would have a thousand regrets.

But this is not that life.

In this one, Liu'er is brave enough to hold on tight to Xiaoying and is blessed enough that her Xiaoying feels the same. And in this life, she knows her, body, heart, and soul. For that, she is glad.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Heroes of Mythic Might (2022) 山海萬花集

Date: 08-18-2022 Platform: iOS 11.0 Developer: FUNLINKING PTE.LTD Publisher: FUNLINKING PTE.LTD Type: Reimanging

Summary:

In the game, the player is a seeker of immortality who encounters mysterious heroes, collects an entourage of travel companions, and forges divine weapons to tame spirits and cast down demons. There is an established automated battle system so players can relax and watch their heros cut down foes. Events are held frequently and players can obtain rich rewards throughout. Play Heroes of Mythic Might today! The spirit flows through all!

Source: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/heroes-of-mythic-might/id1598076200

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lniGsi5nQLI

[calista-222]

Season 5 hurt me so much I will never recover

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[riuhere]

They are constantly on my mind 24/7. I literally can't get them OuT of my hEad-

...Yup... I'm screwed-

Triad Au belongs to @novelcain

Vault Hunters AU & Eternal Servants AU belongs to @emelinstriker

Twice As Bad AU & Monster Boyfriend belongs to @semisolidmind

Bone King Au belongs to @ninjasmudge

Cross belongs to @jakei95

[goldetrash]

Got into this quirky adaption of the 2009 monkey king cartoon Mei Hou Wang and god Sixer is by far the best character istg

I am only on episode 15, and I am still fuming of that god damn rotten fruit becoming Shi hou's main side kick and NOT my baby ruahhh

Anyway lazy doodle from episode 6 with comparison screenshots

[phoenixqueen0415]

Finally, my finals are over and I've been ITCHING to draw AFJIDOAW And I've been seeing alot of B!Macaque in @rebeltigera so heheheh (Plus i have like so many unfinished pieces that I mind as well do a chibi to warm up and get myself back in drawing

[wukpng]

ss redraw

uncropped and stuff blabkabal

[jellytheteawolf]

The six-eared macaque + kunqu opera

My friend recently got me into lmk and the little kid inside me that watched the 1998 jttw cartoon has been hollering

WARNING FOR ATROCIOUS FURRY ART ATTEMPT BELOW I'm so not used to drawing furry sorry guys

It's fr the return of hou ge hou ge era

Also peony pavilion my beloved

[lotusarchon]

may i have some husband Macaque x wife reader NSFW and SFW? *swirls hair and burps shyly*

little did she know i'm a nasty dog (macaque x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, wholesome husband + wife marriage, nsfw, minors + ageless blogs DNI, macaque being himself, p in v sex, table sex, implied breeding kink

author's notes: god i hate macaque and then this is me to my friend about him (yes that real ones will know this is my genuine reaction towards a macaque edit)

Macaque's arms wrap around your sides, his chin resting on your shoulder. The gesture is affectionate―hands squeezing your hips, a low hum from a new play he's working on in your ear, and he says nothing but watch you place cookie batter on a pan.

He does think he's lucky enough to have you, someone so kind and sweet. He does think he's happy enough that he's earned someone who willingly loves him for all his flaws and all.

(Wukong would like to argue attempted murder isn't a flaw, but what he would know? He's always been a weirdo anyway.)

He likes watching you cook, though. There's something about you wearing an apron, darting back and forth in the kitchen, humming the same tune he sings with flour on your face and your hair in disarray, that paints a scenery he just loves.

But there's always something that feels like it's missing. Something that would make this scenery complete.

Macaque pulls away from behind you, allowing you to slip past and finish the rest of the cookies you're making. He leans back against the table, observing the slight swish of your skirts as you bend over and place the rest of the cookies into the oven with a satisfied smile.

He stares, and stares, for quite a long time….

And it hits him.

Oh, we don't have a little one.

“Macaque?” You glance his way, a smile he wishes to paint etched on your lips. Your face looks warm from the oven heat, and there's still some dough left on your cheek from your hurrying. “You alright there? You've been acting kinda strange lately.”

You frown, brows furrowed while approaching him. He allows you to close the distance, pressing a hand against his forehead. He finds the way you pout to be just as adorable.

“Huh. No fever…did you run into Wukong or something?”

Silently, he shakes his head, amused at your worrying. Your hand trails from his forehead to his eye, thumb caressing the scar that runs vertically under his left eye.

He hates acknowledging this scar exists, yet when your hands are the one touching it, he feels at ease. He feels happier, somewhat.

“I'm fine,” he assures you, leaning into your touch. “Truly. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking?” You tilt your head. “About?”

“You.” His hands land on your waist, pulling you flushed against his chest. Your hands play with his hair, a simple smile on your expression. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You laugh. “Multiple times, I'm afraid.”

“Well, I'll say it again.”

He presses his forehead against yours, a lazy grin on his expression. His free hand travels south, and you playfully swat at his chest when he squeezes your ass playfully.

You shift to press a chaste kiss to his lips, and Macaque's grin widens at the corners.

On the kitchen table….

It's not the first time you've had sex in any part of your house. Macaque's always been the type to be frisky, always ready to touch and grab. You'd be lying if you said weren't the same―alas, you picked up your husband's bad habits. Wukong would naturally be pissed.

Your legs wrap around his waist, moaning against his ear. His hands dig into your skin, squeezing your thighs while he thrusts into you. His pelvis smacks against your ass, and his grunts and groans fill the air, mixing with your moans and the wet sounds that follow.

Macaque likes you like this. All sprawled out under him, clothes torn and lips swollen, body covered in bite marks and bruises made in his haste. He likes the sight of your eyes all crosseyed, your expression flushed beautifully as he fucks into you.

He bites his lip when his cock rubbing against an angle withdraws a sweet moan from your lips, and he pushes into you harder. Your walls cling to him, drawing him deeper, and he wants to sink his teeth into your neck and leave another mark there.

And he does. He presses lower to your body, his teeth breaking the skin on your neck. Your hands claw at his back, moaning deliriously as you cum around him, gasping his name like a mantra.

Macaque mumbles something under his breath. He licks the broken skin and kisses your cheek affectionately.

“We need a baby,” he murmurs in your ear, and he yanks you closer. “A little me, or you, you know? Gotta…mark you up. All f’me.”

You don't oblige him with a reply, but the way you moan and bury your head in his chest is all that he needs to turn you onto your side with a smirk.

Oh, and you need a new table in the aftermath.

@lotusarchon, 26.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[ninjahaku21art]

Mercy.

After Liu'er took on the form of Wukong, Wukong decided to visit Guanyin to find a way to save his dear friend without needing to kill him...

[thevillagerat]

lmk doodles

realized i should also post the doodles i draw on here to instead of just finished drawings ♥

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extra little mac doodle

[marcu-bug]

Take this macaque sketch for now

[foxqueen211]

Macaque did accidentally coming out to MK And Wukong is now just laughing in background. As always

Continuation

Also, my funny story about my accidental coming out to my parents as a lesbian is under the cut lmao

I literally once accidentally come out to my parents as a lesbian because they asked me "What if your future boyfriend will cook you this for dinner? (I have EDs, and I just- couldnt eat) I dont want a boyfriend. Then what if your future girlfriend will do it?"

And then I was like "OH MY GOD" I was so flabbergasted tbh

[cloudscare]

Butterflies land on corpses . . .