#I fear if i keep saying this with animation then it will be a monkey paw curls situation and we get something really ummm Bad

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Ok last thing but I do not fully agree that.. okay well no adaption could be PERFECT but I do think crime and punishment still can be adapted very well. Listen to me. German Expressionism or Animation. Its the only way. WE CAN TRY THE GERMAN EXPRESSIONIST APPROACH AGAIN I THINK ITS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT I THOUGHT OF ALL THE LOCATIONS LIKE IT COULD BE FROM ONE OF THOSE FILMS!!! But I also think it works best in the form of a mini-series vs a movie.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓎 Our Girl: Growing Up | 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀

summary: monkey's dad has the social worker convinced everything is fine when the reality couldn't be further from the truth.

our girl: growing up masterlist

The entire ride to your dad’s house felt like a waking nightmare. The fear gripped your chest so tightly it was hard to breathe, and the closer you got, the more your stomach twisted into painful knots.

Every mile felt like you were being dragged further into something dark and suffocating, an inevitable doom you couldn’t escape.

Your social worker chatted idly in the front seat, her cheerful tone grating against the terror building inside you. You barely heard her words. All you could focus on was the rising dread of stepping into that house - a house that wasn’t home, and never would be.

“Alright, looks like we’re here,” Your social worker announced the words you had been dreading since you climbed in the car, “Ready to say hi to your dad?” She chirped, turning to you with a forced smile.

You shrank into your seat, desperately wishing you could disappear. The pit in your stomach grew heavier with every second, your hands clutching at the fabric of your jeans as if grounding yourself would keep you safe.

The memories came flooding back, vivid and sharp – The stench of alcohol on his breath, the cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to everything, the bruises he’d left on your arms when his temper flared. You remembered it all, every terrifying moment that made you flinch at loud voices and slammed doors.

And yet, somehow, he’d convinced everyone that he’d changed. That he was better.

You weren’t fooled – not entirely – but what could you do? You were just nine years old. To the adults around you, your voice didn’t carry the weight it should have. They saw your fear as uncertainty, your hesitation as resistance to change. 

No one wanted to listen to a kid. Nobody wanted to listen to you. 

Your heart pounded harder as the car came to a stop in front of the house. You stared at it, willing it to disappear, but it stood there, looming, mocking your fear.

Every part of you screamed not to get out, to stay hidden, to make the nightmare stop. But you knew you couldn’t.

Your social worker turned to you, her smile still there, but it wasn’t comforting. It felt forced, like she was trying to convince both you and herself that this was fine.

“Come on now,” She said gently, her voice warm but insistent, “It’s okay, It’s going to be fine. I’ll be right there with you,” She waited for you to move, but you just sat there, frozen, staring ahead.

Your body was tense, every muscle locked up in protest, “I… I don’t want to,” You whispered, so quietly you almost couldn’t hear yourself. Your throat felt tight, your words barely able to escape.

Your social worker’s expression softened, and she sighed, her patience unwavering, “I know, I know you might feel scared, sweetheart, but everything is going to be fine.” She told you in a gentle tone of voice, more patient than she was earlier when pushing you to say goodbye to Leah, just like she was coaxing a frightened animal out of hiding, “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Your hands were clammy, your palms sweating against the cold seatbelt. The world outside the car felt distant, unreal like you couldn’t quite make it through the fog of your own terror.

With a shaky breath, you slowly unbuckled your seatbelt, feeling your stomach twist in tighter knots. You hesitated before pushing the door open, the chill of the outside air only adding to the dread. 

Your social worker’s reassuring hand rested on your shoulder as she stood beside you, “You’re doing great,” She said, guiding you to the front door.

Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the earth itself was trying to drag you back. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears as you approached the door, the sound of the knock feeling deafening.

It was as if every second stretched out into eternity.

The door opened with a creak, and there he was. Your dad.

He looked different, but not by much. His scruff had greyed, and his eyes carried the weight of exhaustion, but the unsettling smile that tugged at his lips was the same – a smile that tried too hard to be convincing, like he was fooling everyone, even himself, into believing everything was fine. It made your skin crawl.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my kiddo,” Your dad, Mark, greeted you, his smile cold and forced as you stood frozen, clutching your bag, “You’ve certainly grown since I last saw you, haven’t you?”

His voice was too bright, too fake. It was like he was desperately trying to make everything feel normal, like this moment wasn’t suffocating you. But you saw through it. You always had.

“What, no hug for your old man?” Your dad joked, crouching down to your level and spreading his arms wide, expecting you to step into them.

“Hello again, Mark,” Your social worker stepped forward, her tone professional, yet polite, “I’m here to ensure everything goes smoothly with this transition,” She said, her eyes scanning your dad for any sign of something she might need to address, “How have things been, uh, since we last spoke?”

Your dad chuckled, the sound grating on your nerves, “Things have been good, real good,” He said, his hand resting on the doorframe as if were trying to look casual. But you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes flickered nervously toward you.

“You’ve made progress, right?” Your social worker’s voice held a touch of caution, and you could feel her eyes watching him, weighing his every word.

Your dad nodded quickly, too quickly, “Of course. Everything’s under control. She’ll be safe here. I’ve changed,” The way he said it, the words falling from his lips like they were rehearsed, made your stomach churn.

You didn’t believe him, not for a second.

But your social worker seemed to buy it. She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes, and gave a nod, “Good, we’ll be checking in regularly to make sure everything stays on track for you both.”

You stood there, your body trembling, wishing you could disappear, wishing you could escape, but all you could do was stare at the door and wonder how long it would take for the fear to come rushing back, like it always did.

“I see you are still into football, huh? I bet you’re the player of the match every game,” Mark tried to make conversation, his attempt at interest ringing hollow.

You turned toward the social worker, fear flickering in your eyes, “I… I don’t want to be here. I want to go back to Leah’s. Why can’t I stay with her?”

“This is your new home now, kiddo,” Mark cut in quickly, crouching to your level. His voice was gruff, trying to sound kind, “We’re gonna make it nice. Just you and me, yeah?”

“I… I don’t want to be here,” Your voice wavered as you shook your head, “Why can’t I go back?”

“It’s lovely here, Monkey–” The social worker began with a cheerful tone of voice.

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped your head toward her, her voice trembling with anger, “Only Le and Jordy get to call me that!”

The social worker’s smile faltered, her face flushing slightly, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Mark sighed heavily, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Come on now, there’s no need for that,” He said, his grip firm, “Hey, how about this? I’ll put up some goalposts in the garden. We can kick the ball around. Sound good?”

“No, thanks,” You muttered, pulling away from his hand.

“That’s alright. There’s plenty of time for us to figure things out, right?” Mark said with forced cheer, glancing at the social worker.

“Right,” Your social worker agreed, smiling faintly, “Well, I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll come by in a couple of days to check in and make sure everything is okay.”

“I… I don’t want to be here,” Your chest tightened as panic set in, “Please… Please don’t leave me here,” You begged, your voice cracking.

Your social worker knelt down beside you, “This is your new home now, sweetheart. You’ll be happy here with your dad.”

“Yeah,” Mark chimed in, straightening up, “It’s just me and you now, kiddo. We’ll be alright, won’t we?”

Tears prickled your eyes as you shook your head, “No, I… I don’t want to be here. I want Le,” You whispered, clutching your bag tighter as the reality of your new life began to sink in.

But you didn’t want to be here. You wanted to be with Leah and Jordan, where you felt safe, where things still made sense.

“Take a seat kid. The match is kicking off soon,” Your dad’s gruff voice cut through the silence, “I’ve got a good feeling about this game, you know? Those so-called Gunners are about to get a reality check.”

Your stomach dropped. Football games meant pain. The outcome of each match determined the mood of the night, and you knew your dad’s moods could turn in a dime. The thought of sitting through another night like this terrified you.

You didn’t want the social worker to leave, but soon enough, it was just the two of you in a house that felt cold and empty. Your dad didn’t waste time in turning his attention back to the TV, flipping through channels until he landed on the match he’d been waiting for.

You lingered in the doorway, the silence of the house pressing down on you, suffocating you. The hum of the television filled the space, but the victorious cheers from the screen only made you feel more alone.

The game between Arsenal and Chelsea – Your dad’s team – and it didn’t take long for it to become painfully clear that Chelsea was dominating. Arsenal was losing badly. Your dad, a lifelong Chelsea fan, was practically glowing with joy as the goals piled up.

When Chelsea scored yet another goal, making it 6 - 0, your dad threw his hands up in the air, grinning from ear to ear and shouting in triumph, his mood shifting into something unusually bright and triumphant as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“That’s how it’s done, eh?” Your dad grinned, not even looking over at you, “6 nil, that’s how you crush them. Gotta love it.”

You flinched at the sound of his voice, the sudden loudness making your heart race. He was too happy, too loud. It felt like the rest of the world had fallen away as he celebrated his team’s victory, oblivious to the fact that you were standing right there, desperately wishing to disappear.

Your dad glanced over at you, a wide smile on his face, “You used to watch the game with me, remember? Not gonna get upset about this, are you? It’s a big win for Chelsea.”

His words hit you like a weight, heavy and suffocating. You didn’t know how to respond. His cheerfulness felt fake, like he was trying to force normalcy in a moment that was anything but. 

You wanted to ask if you could leave, go back to Leah’s, to somewhere that didn’t feel so wrong or so… heavy.

But you stayed silent.

Your stomach twisted as you watched him bask in his victory, the scoreline a stark reminder of how powerless you felt in that moment, how trapped you were.

“Come on kiddo, sit down. I’m not gonna bite,” He said, motioning to the sofa, but you stayed frozen in pace, “Come on. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” His voice was warm, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You stood there for a moment longer, the sound of the game in the background like a cruel mockery of everything you wanted. You didn’t want to be here, not with him, not with the victory that felt more like defeat to you.

But what could you do? What could you say?

With a deep, shaky breath, you turned away from the doorway and shuffled toward the sofa, but everything about it felt wrong. Just like the house, just like the victory.

You didn’t belong here, and no matter how hard he tried to make you feel like you did, you knew the truth.

As the night fell, the house seemed even colder. The shadows in the corners of the room stretched long and lonely, creeping along the walls. You sat there, staring at the walls, at the empty space around you, feeling every inch of the house pressing in, suffocating you.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional muffled sound from the TV in the living room, where your dad continued to watch the game highlights.

This wasn’t your room, this wasn’t your home. You didn’t want to be here, it felt wrong, like you were living in someone else’s nightmare, trapped in a place that wasn’t yours.

The walls, the furniture, the way everything felt too still – This wasn’t your home. Home was with Leah and Jordan, where you felt safe, where the air didn’t feel thick with the weight of expectations and disappointment.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. The cold seemed to seep into your bones, making everything feel even emptier. You needed something – someone – but no one was there.

And then, it hit you.

You didn’t have your stuffed monkey.

The realisation made your chest tighten. You hadn’t even thought about it until now, but the weight of not having him there with you was like a knife in your heart. Your stuffed monkey was your comfort, your safety, the thing that always made things feel just a little bit better, no matter how bad things got.

But he wasn’t here, and it felt like you were missing a piece of yourself.

The tears came before you could stop them. They started slow, and then built, faster and faster, until your face was wet with them. Your body trembled with silent sobs. 

You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to be weak, after all, you had promised Leah that you could be brave, but in this cold, empty house, with nothing but the distant sounds of a victory that didn’t matter to you, you felt more alone than you ever had before.

You curled up tighter under the blanket, hoping somehow the warmth of it would stop the tears. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, but it didn’t stop the pain.

The ache in your chest. The fear.

And as the tears kept falling, you realised there was no escaping this – no running back to Leah and Jordan.

You were alone.

The next morning, it was like your dad was trying to show you he could be different, to convince both himself and you that things were fine. He seemed determined to act like everything was normal, maybe even better than normal.

“Hey, kiddo,” He said as you walked into the kitchen, “I was thinking, you’ve got that football thing coming up, don’t you? A match or something?”

You blinked, surprised, “Uh… Yeah, next weekend.”

Your dad nodded, his smile awkward but genuine enough to catch you off guard, “I’ll come. Watch you play. Haven’t done that in a while, right? I reckon it’d be nice for both of us.”

You didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, you wanted to believe him. But on the other, you knew how easily promises could feel apart. Still, the thought of him showing up gave you a glimmer of hope, “Okay,” You said softly.

“That’s the spirit,” He grinned, ruffling your hair, “Hey, I meant what I said to the social worker. You’ll still see Leah and… Jordan, is it, yeah? I’m not trying to keep them away from you.”

That part, at least, made you feel a bit better, “You promise?”

“Promise,” Your dad said, holding up his hand like he was swearing an oath, “I’ll even drive you over there myself if I have to.”

The day passed in a strange sort of normalcy, with your dad asking about football and school. It felt forced, but you didn’t want to question it. You clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could get better.

By the evening rolled around, you were jittery with anticipation. Leah had promised to call, and the thought of hearing her voice was the only thing keeping you from completely shutting down. The house still felt cold and unfamiliar, but knowing Leah could be on the other end of the line made it bearable.

When the phone rang mid-afternoon, you darted to the living room, “Is that her?” You asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

Your dad raised an eyebrow at your eagerness, but he handed over the phone without comment, “Yeah, it’s her,” He said, stepping back.

“Le?” You said, clutching the phone tightly. As soon as you heard her familiar voice, the knot in your chest loosened, “Le!”

“There’s my girl,” Leah’s voice warm and bright, like a hug over the phone, “It’s so good to hear your voice! How’re you doing? Are you settling in okay?”

You sat down on the sofa, a small smile creeping onto your face, “It’s… Okay,” You said, hesitating, “I miss you, and I miss Jordy!”

“I miss you too, Monkey. We both miss you so much,” Leah replied softly, sounding like she was trying to hold her tears back but you could hear the quiver in her voice, “I’ll see you soon, yeah? And you can call me anytime. I’m always going to be here for you. We both are.”

The conversation went on for a while, with Leah asking about your day and telling you about hers. It was the most you’d smiled since you moved in, and for a moment, you forgot about how empty the house felt.

When the call ended, you handed the phone back to your dad, your heart feeling lighter than it had been earlier that day, “Thank you for letting me talk to her,” You said.

Your dad gave you a tight smile, “Yeah, no problem, kiddo. Glad you’re happy,” But there was something in his tone, a tension you couldn’t quite place.

Over the next couple of days, your dad seemed to watch you more closely, especially whenever you brought Leah or Jordan up in conversation. You didn’t think much of it, too focused on the small bursts of joy her calls brought.

A few evenings later, Leah called again. You were in the kitchen when the phone rang, and you hurried into the living room, eager to answer. But your dad beat you to it, lifting the phone before you could reach it.

“Hello?” Your dad answered, his tone casual. 

You hovered nearby, waiting for him to pass it to you.

“Oh, yeah… No, she’s already in bed,” He said after a pause. His words stopped you in your tracks. You weren’t in bed. It wasn’t even your bedtime yet.

A chill ran down your spine. Why didn’t he let you speak to her?

Leah’s voice was faint, but you could hear the confusion in her tone, “Already? Isn’t it a bit early for her?”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long day,” Your dad said smoothly, his tone light but firm, “I’ll let her know you called.”

Your stomach sank, a deep unsettling feeling settling in your chest, “Dad,” You whispered his name, your voice trembling, “Dad… Is that Leah?”

Before Leah could say anything more, your dad quickly hung up the phone. He turned to face you, still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes that your skin crawl, “Nah, just someone from work,” He said, brushing it off, “It’s getting late, go get ready for the bed.”

You stood there for a moment, staring at the phone, confused and hurt, “But… I thought she was gonna call.”

“She probably forgot, kiddo,” Your dad said, waving a hand dismissively, “Now, go on. Don’t make a fuss.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to believe. Your heart felt heavy, and the unease gnawed at you, “Are you sure it wasn’t her?”

Your dad sharpened his gaze, and his voice became more firm, more final, “I said it wasn’t her. Now drop it.”

The finality in his tone made you flinch and without a word, you turned and walked back to your room, the unanswered question hanging in the air. The disappointment pressed down on you like a weight, and you felt a familiar coldness creep back into your chest.

Your social worker’s next visit came in the middle of the following week, a day like any other but still somehow heavy with anticipation. You tried to keep yourself small and hidden, out of the way, as your dad greeted the woman at the door, offering a forced smile that made your stomach churn.

The entire time, it felt like a blur, a series of questions and answers that passed by too quickly for you to catch your breath. You didn’t like the way your dad pretended to be someone he wasn’t, and it didn’t feel right.

There was something off about it, like he was trying too hard.

“Hey, kiddo,” Your dad called from the living room, where he was sitting with the social worker, “Come on in and say hi. They want to know how things are going, right?”

You shuffled into the room, eyes downcast as you felt the uncomfortable weight of the situation. Your social worker smiled warmly at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. 

You didn’t feel you belonged here. Not in this house. Not with him.

“So, how have things been going?” She asked, looking between you and him.

“Oh yeah, they’ve been great!” Your dad’s voice was too loud, too eager. He sounded like he was trying to convince both himself and everyone else that everything was fine, “We’re having a fantastic time together, right, kiddo?”

You blinked, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, and you knew what he expected from you. You had no choice but to force a weak smile and nod, the words too thick in your throat to speak, “Yeah…”

 “That’s wonderful to hear!” Your social worker smiled, unaware of the tension in the room, “Mark, you seemed to have really changed.”

You could hear the pride in your voice, and it made your stomach twist. 

Your dad’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was too eager to play the part, to act like the father he thought he should be, “Having my Monkey here makes me become the better man. A better father to her.”

The words struck you like a slap to the face. You couldn’t hide the discomfort that spread through you.

Monkey.

The nickname Leah and Jordan had given you, the one that meant something real, something safe. And now, he was using it, twisting it into something it was never meant to be.

You wanted to argue, to say something, but you couldn’t. You knew better than to challenge him, especially not in front of the social worker. You stayed quiet, your hands shaking in your lap.

“I’m really pleased to hear that, Mark,” Your social worker said, her voice warm, “And sweetheart? Are you happy here?”

The question should’ve felt like a lifeline, a chance to finally speak up, but it felt like a trap. The house was cold, everything about it felt wrong, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

Instead, you forced out the words, the ones you knew your dad wanted to hear.

“Yeah,” It came out hollow, but you couldn’t help it. You were too scared to say anything else. The fear of what would happen if you told the truth was too strong.

The social worker didn’t seem to notice. She smiled and jotted something down in her notes, “Well, it seems like things are improving. I’m happy to hear that. It’s really good to see you two getting along so well.”

As she stood up to leave, you felt a knot of frustration in your stomach. You had to sit there, nod and smile, even though everything inside of you screamed that this wasn’t right.

Why didn’t you just speak up when you had the chance?

Your dad’s act had worked. Your social worker was completely fooled. You were stuck, unable to say anything that would make it stop.

When the door closed behind your social worker, the silence was deafening. Your dad stood up, his posture stiff, as if he was proud of what he had just pulled off. You could feel his eyes on you, watching for any sign of resistance. You kept your head down, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to give him any reason to lash out.

That same evening when he called you into the living room to talk, you couldn’t escape the tightness in your chest. You had to keep playing along, or it would all fall apart. 

Your dad didn’t seem to notice your hesitation as he sat down, a forced smile still on his face, “See, kiddo? Everything’s fine now. The social worker thinks we’re doing great.”

You nodded, the fake smile still in place, but inside, everything felt wrong. The house felt colder now, the emptiness more suffocating.

And then you said it. The wrong words at the wrong time.

“I miss Leah. I… I wish I could go back,” It was a slip of the tongue, but it was enough for your dad’s anger to return.

His face shifted instantly, his eyes narrowing and the smile slipping off his face, “You want to go back to them, do you?” His voice was scarily low and dangerous, laced with venom, “You want your precious Leah and Jordan? Too bad. You’re stuck with me.”

Before you could even try to explain, he stormed off, his footsteps heavy and fast. You heard the sound of the kitchen cabinet slamming, then the unmistakable clink of glass. Your stomach dropped when he returned with a bottle in hand – whiskey.

You could feel the terror building up inside you. Whiskey meant he was no longer the man he pretended to be. It meant anger. It meant violence. It meant fear.

Your dad wasn’t a nice man when he drank at all, and the bruises were enough to show for that in the past.

“You see this bottle?” He hissed, holding it up like a weapon, “You’re the reason I drink, you little brat. Always whining. Always complaining. Now you’re asking for Leah and Jordan all the time. I can’t take it anymore.”

Your body went cold. The words stung, but you couldn’t fight back. You just sat there, frozen in place, watching as he raged on. The fear kept you silent, kept you from speaking, from fighting.

“You want them? Too bad. You don’t get to have everything your way,” Your dad’s cold voice sneered, and there it was.

That haunting familiar tone of voice that sends a chill down your spine, and left you cowering in the corner of the room.

The anger in his voice was suffocating. You stared at the floor, blinking back tears, but they came anyway. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You had tried so hard to keep the peace, to make everything okay, and now it was all falling apart.

When he finally left the room, slamming the door behind him, the silence that followed felt more suffocating. Broken and alone. The house felt even colder now, the emptiness more pronounced. You wanted to scream, to run to Leah, to have her hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

But you couldn’t.

Your dad was right, and you were stuck here, stuck with him, and pretending that everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[miifu666]

What do you think suklha and Wukong kid would look like if they did have one ? 🤔 …..Celestial realm one fear after hearing those two are courting each other 👀

Theres 2 reasons, i believe they would have a child.

1. Yandere! Wukong AU.

2. It was an accident. A GENUINE accident

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CW : mentions of abortion, body dysphoria, weird descriptions of pregnancy, Im trying to write it as how Suklha would view it as so it might be uncomfortable, Pregnant Monkey Suklha Doodles?

Lets say its the Latter, should Suklha accidentally drank the water of fertility and somehow had sex with Wukong. She will try to abort the child, out of respect for their life, not out of disgust. Its a child thats created by a creature from within and outside of this universe, to bear one means to conceive a natural disaster. A sort of Red boy and his samadhi fire. But this time, it can sever through time and erase everything from History, a true personification of the end of death and end of life.

Even as Wukong tried to fight the logical side of Suklha, she would insist on not keeping the child. Preferring to care for the mountain cubs than creating such a trigger. "out of the safety for this wretched world" she would claim, but also a part of her is afraid of what outcome, what probability should come once she does give birth.

It is definitely something the Celestials wouldn't want happening. They'll stop at nothing to try and destroy a pregnant Suklha, in which case is also in monkey form. To ensure the child won't be an amalgamation of anthropod and mammal, a combination of two completely different animal kingdoms that shouldn't exist.

Throughout the pregnancy, Suklha would try to lay low with the cubs following her around, and a couple of Wukong's clones being at her beck and call. One would walk beside her, and the other stayed hidden, out of plain sight. Should Wukong have other businesses to attend to. Suklha would eat more than possible, focusing her mind and ability to stop her own body from absorbing the fetus inside and claiming its DNA, Shes not a normal being. Her flesh eats whatever it's hosts give, including the fetus. If she slows down, theres a high chance her body would start consuming it and implement their DNA to make Suklha stronger.

She starts Wearing long and loose garments to walk around the estate, Suklha tries to hide the wretching feeling of carrying something inside of her. She's already dealt with her identity crisis, and now the thought of something living and itching inside is giving her nausea at every second. The pregnancy won't last much, as the combination of her pure Centipede features and current Monkey form will take around 4-6 months.

Should the child come, it would be the day all hell broke loose. With the underworld using its knowledge on destroying Suklha's vessel, to the Celestials who would try and take the child away, only to keep it in a capsule buried deep within the earth's core. As they have planned, use anything in their arsenal to destroy whatever hope the Monkey king and the messenger have. In this time, Suklha checked the probability and successfully ran to one of the dragons that she kept in touch with. A plan that the celestials wouldn't figure out, to be an opposite of how you usually am. A dragon of the South, A Lady of the red who runs a small village as their protector.

Suklha would soon give birth in the village, particularly in one of the Lady Dragon's estate. While Wukong would try to fight off the several armies, theres a few fake clones of Suklha around Flower Fruit mountain hiding to act as a decoy. The laboring process is enough to shake the heavens. there's a slight tear in the fabric of the universe at each scream, small cracks forming around Suklha as she continues to push out the child inside of her.

Even as the days go by, with the child growing as a cub. Suklha will continue to rest, its important in chinese tradition for the newly mothers to be confined within their bed for 30 days. Such will Suklha forego, resting to heal her own vessel and the corruption of energy she split in order to create the child. While Wukong and the red lady went and care for the cub.

I haven't thought much about the child, i think she'll be someone who is spiteful and energetic (as she should, her parents basically are. It should be a genetic trait atp) but still friendly and cheerful, a glance of her attitude, and you'd never expect she'll scream and curse like a sailor with a cheeky face.

Connsidering both of her own parents are revered gods and beings, she would be bold enough to not get intimidated by mere threats. Prone to lashing out violently, should things "isn't logical at all!!"Despite her bold and strong-willed attitude, she's smart enough to understand the things her mom would give. A small advice and she'll see it how her mom would do it.

A contradiction is what she is. Appear cold and withdrawn when you see her around, yet quickly changes once she warms up to you. Showing a more childlike and jovial side. Someone who shines like the sun under daylight, a being unlike any other beneath the moonlight.

A child who has both the ability of Sun Wukong and Suklha, a mix of Trickery and Knowledge. A child of Sorcery, eager to spread knowledge through the world, she is the reason why humanity is hell bent on discovery the maddness within the void. The truth behind the lies, since her birth humanity has been deriven to madness and delusions far more often than it should.

[runningw-thewolves]

Incorrect Statements about Fenrir

(Not calling names or pointing fingers. If anyone starts drama then that’s on them.)

“Fenrir is nothing but a wild animal.”

And this is exactly why wolf culls happen. In the year 2024, when we have proof of animals having individual cultures and possibly religions (see corvids, elephants and monkeys), proof wolves will do everything they can to avoid us, and more than enough proof of their social hierarchy, you’d think this sentiment would’ve died by now. But nope. If Fenrir is a wolf, do forgive me for suspecting he acts like a fucking wolf.

“Fenrir will keep you at arms length.”

Back to the point of wolves being scared of people; if he’s keeping you at arms length, it’s probably cause he doesn’t trust you. And there’s only one reason he wouldn’t trust you; you don’t trust him. I know, shocker! A wolf who has learned to avoid people who treat him with hate, fear and ire avoids people who treat him with hate, fear and ire. Who would’ve thought?

“Fenrir is like a military boot camp.”

Tell me you think of Fenrir as just bloodthirsty without telling me you think of him as just bloodthirsty. I suspect this goes back to the idea of snarling, child-killing, Black muscular hulks of beasts that has been run into the ground as a stereotype. He may be stern and thorough, but he’s not a military drill sergeant. He is not aggression and macho-hyper-masculinity.

“Fenrir is evil.”

Wolves are keystone species. If you take them out, the entire ecosystem collapses. Ask Yellowstone how it found out. Fenrir isn’t evil in the same way Odin isn’t good. There’s no “good vs bad” in Heathenry, merely actions and consequences. Cut it out.

“Fenrir will not comfort you.”

When a wolf dies in a pack, the entire pack mourns. Some packs will break apart after the deaths of the breeding pair. If one of the breeding pair dies, the other mourns. Even after misbehaving members are corrected wolves will give them affirming licks to remind them they are family. What makes you think Fenrir wouldn’t apply to any of this? What makes you think that if a follower, a member of his pack, is suffering that he’ll just sit on the side and watch?

Funny thing is, if I said any of these sentiments but with one of the Aesir I’d get instant clap back.

“Thor is just a drunk swinging a hammer during temper tantrum.” - Not true at all; none of these define him. So why then is Fenrir shoved in a books of assumptions?

“Heimdall will keep you at arms length.” - For what reason? If y’all trust each other, what would be the problem?

If you wouldn’t say it about the Aesir or Vanir, then don’t say it about Fenrir either. Quit trying to paint him as a demon or devil.

[the-monkey-ruler]

If you were given the opportunity to adapt "Journey to the West" into a movie, how would you adapt it? (No necesariamente tiene que ser el libro completo, puede ser un capítulo en particular o lo que quieras).

Oooo I actually thought about this before! It was a while ago but it was so much fun to think! I will say would would do a full-on adaptation with every single arc with every arc counting!

Again I would love it to be 2D with that stretch kind of animation, I think that allowing it to be more stylized would allow designs to be more creative and expressive overall. I would also say to make it more “adult” in that there is blood and death, similar to how Samurai Jack or Lupin the 111 Part 5 is treated with being watched for a younger audience but like in no way is it just for kids either or holds back on the violence.

I would still love it to be a completely character-driven series spanning 14 years, with explored relationships and realistic development. I would still lean into a comedic tone, but still balance serious elements, with the characters treating even the most serious situations with a sense of humor. I would love to see them face challenges and lose the battle not because they are weak but rather because of their lack of cooperation. They start off as dysfunctional and at odds with each other but as the journey continues we see all five pilgrims learn how to work together and become a team. Despite initial disagreements, they eventually come together to overcome their foes, recognizing the importance of relying on each other. Very found family trope which I eat up like candy. Also a like of highlighting quiet moments between scenes, such as cooking and cleaning camp sights, and filler episodes focusing on flashbacks of characters like Bajie, Wujing, and Bailong, who feel depressed and lose their sense of self due to their new positions. I would love to show each season changing cause this is FOURTEEN YEARS and how that could be shown with changing seasons in the background.

Would still love entire character arcs for each character. Bajie once being a Marshall instead becomes a lazy pig on earth and falls into a state of depression and acts on whim, seeking fleeting joy. Throughout his journey, he proves he is a capable fighter and starts caring for others and despite being a jerk, Bajie cares in his own rough way and starts showing that while he isn't perfect he always tries to get better. Wujing, initially soft-spoken and quick to rage, initially avoids speaking due to his fear of being blamed for a single mistake. However, as he sees his brothers' loudness and brashness, he starts to see that he isn't judged for every mistake. He learns that ribbing isn't punishment, and he can relax around new people who are also screw-ups. This experience helps Wujing build self-confidence and stand up for himself without being a doormat to others. BaiLong starts off as a standoff member who doesn't speak much but he is still expressive and aggressive, like in that horse in Tangled. He sees himself as responsible for keeping Sanzang safe and is often in guard dog mode. Despite lacking scales or horns, BaiLong is treated like a brother and the pilgrims provide him with support he never got from his bio family. He is not a trained soldier but he comes to see himself as part of the group as they all have their strengths and weaknesses.

I would like Sanzang to be seen as inexperienced in the real world. He has lived in a monastery his entire life but is sheltered from other kingdoms. Sanzang sees corruption in the palace and is given a sign by Gaunyin to make a real change without politics or face-saving. The story should follow Xuanzang's Pilgrimage, where Sanzang sneaks out of Tang without the Emperor's approval, finding it worth it. But he is arrogant and believes he has everything figured out because he got to the highest level of monk in his kingdom quickly. When he meets his new disciples, he is forced to see how people with different paths of life than him have different points of view and how this challenges his own thinking. He starts to be humbled and starts to learn just as much from his disciples as they learn from him. Would love to explore Sanzang's emotional disconnect from his family trauma, including his father's resurrection and mother's suicide. Despite kidnappings, he becomes more open with his journeymates, demonstrating empathy for the stress of new responsibilities. Also, a physical transformation from his 20s to his 40s would be a concise choice as he would be the only mortal in the group, showcasing his growth and transformation throughout his journey.

But of course, I would have Wukong completely leaning into his ex-warlord persona, characterized by arrogance, cockiness, and a tendency to threaten with violence. He is charming, charismatic, and funniest, giving people a chance to walk away. His expressive and cartoonish reactions showcase his range of emotions. However, Wukong's excess of power harms the environment and people around him, leading Sanzang to push for less violent means. The use of 2D animation would showcase Wukong's creativity and innovation, capturing the audience's imagination and understanding of his power. Wukong's strength is evident in his diverse powers, but he needs to be more considerate and rely on Bajie and Wujing for protection. He learns how to acknowledge them as equals and recognizes that being the strongest person doesn't automatically make him right. In a long-running series, Wukong should gradually come to understand that he has a team and a different brotherhood compared to his past. This would be particularly interesting in the Demon Bull King episode. Wukong realizes he also was kinda sheltered in his own world, as he was surrounded by more yes-men than equals. His past brotherhood allowed him to demonstrate destructive behavior, leading to a spiral of self-sabotage. Wukong focuses on growing empathy for others, a skill that is difficult to learn. He struggles physically, mentally, and emotionally in situations, questioning his decisions. This constant battle with himself is particularly evident during a pilgrimage, where he must become dedicated to his mission and become a deity.

Wukong realizes that his power doesn't make him superior, and he needs humility, also parading Sanzang's own journey. He acknowledges that his teammates, including Bajie, Wujing, Sanzang, and BaiLong, have something to offer, even if it's not immediate strength. He starts to accept his limitations and recognizes that others can do what he can't. He hasn't realized his faults and is starting to rely on others, especially in a new group that sees him as a fellow Pilgrim. This newfound equality allows him to see himself as just like anyone else, trying his best. I would love a focus on the interaction between the five characters to maintain balance. More scenes where the initial gruff attitude changes over time, affecting the entire group or the group as a whole. This approach may seem extreme, but they believe it would be suitable for the show.

BUT AS FOR ARCS

General Yin 寅將軍- 1st Month. The first demon we see against Sanzang, would love to see Sanzang having to see his two guards sacrificing themselves for him and how that guilt carries with him for the rest of the journey. Also maybe adding a connection with Sanzang and a fear of Tigers for late down with Wukong being connected to Tigers and Sanzang being turned into a Tiger

Sanzang found Wukong right after maybe a 2nd Month. Really enjoy the idea that Sanzang chooses to help Wukong without knowing that he is disciple but just cause he trusted Wukong when he said he needed help. A clear sign of his naive nature but also how Wukong relied on that nature to save himself in the first place.

I think they get Bailong much later, maybe in the 4th or 5th month. Would love to see how Wukong and Sanzang interact on their own but also to have Bailong join to showcase Wukong's power. Would also love Sanzang poking a lil fun at Wukong saying that he could defeat dragons but he can't this one.

Jinchi Elder 金池长老 - 6th Month. would love to see how this would highlight Wukong's initial bloodlust and how he chooses to escalate situations to harm others. He didn't have to burn down a whole monetary down but he did because he WANTED to.

Black Wind King 黑風怪 - 6th Month. Same with how Wukong sees another Yao in the same situation as him with the headband and how even someone EXACTLY in the same situation as him and he still thinks Black Wind should die and how this could be a lesson in how he needs to learn to empathize. He was given mercy to try again and how so should other yao as well.

They find Bajie about 8 Months into the journey. I like to think that Wukong and Sanzang had a lot of time to themselves and that the change in the dynamics with Bajie.

Yellow Wind Demon 黃風怪 - 9 Month. This first Wukong ever gets HURT like he is BLIND. He never relied on someone before and now he has to trust Bajie the man he just fought in the last arc. It is kinda a moment he really gets scared and also Bajie shows the first signs that he does care enough not to leave Wukong for dead.

Wujing is picked up around the 11th month, nearly a year into the journey for Wukong and Sanzang but they get him after a huge miscommunication.

Great Zhenyuan Immortal 鎮元大仙 - 1st Year. First group crime together. Kinda Wukong wanted to rebel but also tried to connect with Bajie and Wujing similar to how he did with his brotherhood. He has to see that the dynamics aren't the same and struggle with seeing them as 'equals' rather than 'underlings. Would also love Zhenyaun bringing up his friendship with the Golden Cicida a lot more and how Sanzang feels about his past reincarnations.

White Bone Demon 白骨精 - 1.5 Year. CHANGE IN MORALS. Sanzang rather than fighting for not believe Wukong that White Bone Demon isn't a demon, he is more arguing that she hasn't hurt them and that Wukong shouldn't hurt anyone, human or yao, for what they MIGHT do. And Wukong KNOWS she is about to do something considering that up to this point, Wukong has killed more humans than demons on the journey Sanzang has his doubts. Bajie also acted on this point as more trying to get back at Wukong for the Fake-Gao situation but didn't think this would lead to banishment. Wukong tries and succeeds in resurrecting his home and sees that one of his past sworn brothers the Jaio Demon King sacrificed himself to keep his monkeys safe.

Yellow Robe Demon 黃袍怪 - 1.5 Year. The main change is that the wife does love Yellow Robe but also knows he is in the wrong and wants to go back to her family, also her kids don't die from the 2010 series. A lot of Bajie has to humble himself and see that he can't do this alone either and how Bailong and Wujing are gone. Sanzang is turned into a tiger but also him being hunted by humans. He sees what it's like to not be believed when Yellow Robe changes him and how this affects him greatly on the journey. Would love a reunion with Sanzang acknowledging that he shouldn't have sent Wukong away but he can't give up the idea that one should see the best in people and how he should have seen that in Wukong too.

Golden Horned King 金角大王 and Silver Horned King 銀角大王- 2nd Year. the first time the gang is back together and things are still tense but Wukong trying to lighten the mood while Sanzang trying to have a 'serious talk' all while demons are trying to capture him. Kinda more light-hearted but genuine trying is seen. Kinda like it just increases with how it goes from the Horned Kings, to their Mother, and then to the Great Fox King and it just escalates more and more to parallel how Wukong would rather just keep running from the Talk than sit down and talk to Sanzang until the end.

Lion-Lynx Demon 獅猁怪 - 2.5 Year. The fake Sanzang arc but also Wukong asking the fillet to be used to see who is real. Kinda a big show of trust but also a slow understanding of Sanzang and Wukong in how similar they are in their dedication, and willingness to put themselves in pain for each other. Also Wukong being outed as never eating humans cause he has healing powers and Wujing and Bajie poking fun at him for lying.

Red Boy 紅孩兒 - 3rd Year. Wukong OVERJOYED seeing a connection to his past. He thought that he could be an uncle to Red Boy but became heartbroken when he found out he was never mentioned to the kid and in fact he never heard of Bull King's Brotherhood, like it never existed. Makes Wukong have to reevaluate his past friendships and whether he cares more about them than they care about him. E.I. he was more used for protection than pure friendship. Asks Guanyin to show the kid mercy and Red Boy gets to be friends with Longnu and Muzha. Wukong still wants to have a connection with Red Boy but he more upset that he sees so much in himself in Red Boy, acting like his actions don't have consequences. Also love the Bajie/Wujing saving Wukong scene with Bajie giving him CPR and refusing to think someone like Wukong would die like that.

Black River Demon 鼉龍 - 3.5 Year. BAILONG ARC! I need Bailong fighting his cousin since this was more of a Wujing arc. But just how Bailong's own older brother comes to arrest the Black River Demon and we see how cold his family treats Bailong, pretending he is not even there, and how the pilgrims make an effort to show how they appreciate Bailong like his bio family never could. I would like to think Wujing conforming to him as this was originally more his arc since he was fighting underwater but more Wujing stepping up as the brother that Bailong never had.

Tiger Strength Great Immortal 虎力大仙, Elk Strength Great Immortal 鹿力大仙, and Antelope Strength Great Immortal 羊力大仙 - 4th Year. MY FAVORITE arc. Pure comedy just Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing coming together for the first time to bully/heckle another group of three together. Nothing brings people together like a common enemy and these three make sure to win every challenge with over-the-top enthusiasm. Makes Sanzang learn how to unwind a bit and come to laugh along with the hijinks. But really just need these three to have a great time committing crimes and Sanzang being non the wiser like "my pilgrims would never." Oh they would.

Spiritual Touch 靈感大王 - 4.5 Year. A more quiet episode of Sanzang seeing a village with his family name, maybe a Sanzang flashback to his mother's death and how he couldn't connect with his father. Sanzang wanted a family so bad but even when he got them back he couldn't make up for years of growing up without them and that he feel more close with Fa Ming as his caretaker. Also, Bajie trying to help with his perfect joke "Sink To The Bottom" and how he used to be a Water god. This would be a great time to have a flashback to Bajie's human past and he misses being a deity and how useless he feels in his new body. Heavy on the backstory and less on the demon.

Single Horned Rhinoceros King 獨角兕大王 - 5th Year. Bajie THOUGHT he was HELPING cause Sanzang was freezing by leaving the circle. I would love to see Wukong REALLY struggling as he loses to this guy at least five times, almost having a mental breakdown cause he even loses entire armies, heavenly armies that trusted him, and how he flashbacks to losing his monkeys against heaven. Takes a lot out of him and in the end he sees it is that the Rhino King does have the SAME weapon the Diamon snare that defeated him in the first place.

Ruler of Women's Country 女兒國國王 and Scorpion Demon 蠍子精 - 5.5 Year. I am not a fan of this being seen as a romance but more a Queen abusing her power to trap someone against their will. Poor Sanzang has been kidnapped by demons before but this is his first time being kidnapped by a human and he has to fight himself with how humans can commit horrid deeds as well which changes his worldview. Bajie, Wujing, and Wukong really become protective as women keep trying to harness Sanzang. Would love to see Wujing getting more confident and maybe touching on his own backstory at this point. Almost I'm a fan of 1996 Bajie where he is more of a romantic and he feels uncomfortable being seen as "just a piece of meat" when the women want them just because they are men.

Six Eared Macaque 六耳獼猴 - 6th Year (perfect for this being nearly the halfway point in the journey to show the balance starting to change) Kinda seeing Wukong regress to his more violent tendencies due to the Queen in the previous arc. Kills bandits without mercy and shows them proudly to Sanzang cause "humans can be evil as well" and Sanzang still wants to hold on that anyone can change for the better. Wukong on the other hand still stands that if people don't want to change then they shouldn't be given the choice. This leads to the banishment BUT THEN Wukong being FORCED to face a version of himself that never wanted to change as well. Would he still go on the journey for the wrong reasons? Would he have lost all his empathy for even his own monkeys? Did the Six Ears deserve mercy like he was once given? A lot of self-reflecting on Wukong's part on what it means to forgive others but also to forgive yourself and I think the REAL turning point in Wukong's character development from someone forced on the journey to someone who wants to be there for his own sake. Sanzang and he might never see eye to eye but Sanzang starts to realize while he can see the best in others he can't be naive to the point of putting himself in danger and Wukong starts to accept that others deserve mercy like he was given as well.

Princess Iron Fan 鐵扇公主 and Bull Demon King 牛魔王 - 6.5 Year. HUGE ARC. The first arc which Wukong really comes to terms with his own changes as a person from a warlord to a pilgrim. Another this is about seven years into the journey as well. Wukong thought he could visit an old friend but Iron Fan is pissed as him and Wukong went to see Bull King himself but sees that it is very one-sided. Bull King USED to be a genuine friend but has moved on and had a family, seeing Wukong only as someone that he used to know and Wukong has to face that he lost a dear friend not by death but because they are two different people that have grown apart. Bajie and Wujing really step up to give Wukong backup, both in a fight but also in emotional support as while they don't know Wukong's old friends they want to show their support by being his friends now. Wukong used to be alone but he isn't anymore. Wukong mourns the loss of their friendship and asks Nezha to go easy on him. Iron Fan herself moves on to work on her own cultivation but ends on a small friendship between Wukong and Iron Fan.

Wansheng Princess 萬聖公主 and Nine-Headed Demon 九頭蟲 - 7th Year. Another huge Bailong arc and how he had his falling out with his family. I do enjoy the 1987 take that Bailong's fiance left him for the Nine Headed Demon and think this is another way that the pilgrims can be there for him as they fight the demons. Wansheng tries to get back on Bailong's side when she sees Nine Heads is losing but Bailong respects himself enough now to reject her and go back to his new friends who were there for him. Would also love Erlang and Wukong to have a moment to talk about how Erlang spared his family instead of doing the Nine Generations Punishment and how he is thankful hence why they are sworn brothers. I adore Erlang and Wukong's similarities and how Wukong is still going to do what HE wants but he is aware that he is trying to find out what truly needs now in his life.

The Tree Spirits - 7.5 Year. I really loved this as a quiet arc again with Sanzang just having a great time with Tree Spirits who kidnapped him who wanted to talk poetry. All the while Wujing, Bajie, Wujing, and Bailong are losing their shits trying to look for him. More comedic than anything and allows Sanzang to interact with yao that is not violent. Would like to keep out the end where they try to force Sanzang to get married and Wukong to kill them all again. Just that they get to escape and Wukong warns Sanzang that they could have killed him. But Sanzang reassures Wukong that he wasn't in danger, that people can be powerful but that doesn't make them bad and uses Wukong himself to make that point.

Yellow Brows Great King 黃眉大王 - 8th Year. Would love to see Yellow Brows kinda like how he is in Black Myth, someone delusional that he is right and deserves to be Buddha while running what is practically a cult. Still holds a grudge against the Golden Cicada and tries to take over the journey to one-up him. Makes Wukong kinda look at this guy and see a lil bit of himself, someone who always thought he was right and uses his might to enforce it. But Wukong knows that his own arrogance leads to his downfall.

Python Demon 蟒蛇精 - 8.3 Year. Just more of a joke demon, does not speak but they get to have hijinks trying to chase her and pin her down. Would love Bajie and Wukong trying to get her pinned down and leads to wukong being eaten and he has to grow to escape and just gets all over Bajie that he hates this part of the job.

Sai Tai Sui / Great King Jupiter's Rival 賽太歲 - 8.7 Year. huge on comedy, this is Wukong pretending to be a doctor, and Bajie, Wujing, and Bailong are being absolutely hilarious by playing along. Wukong actually has no idea what is wrong with the guy just finds out that he misses his wife and instead spends his time fucking around and seeing how much outrageous stuff he can get away with in the meantime. Also Wujing and Bajie being 'nurses' who just follow along to make the situation far more silly. They make this poor king eat medicine from dragon piss and snot the demon doesn't even really matter, just these four being bafoons.

Spider Demons 蜘蛛精 and Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord 百眼魔君 - 9th Year. Sanzang just trying to do something on his own to show that he isn't useless but of course leads to him being kidnapped. Kinda hits him hard how much he can't even get water/food by himself and hits his self-esteem. Would love to see Wukong kinda having another mental breakdown seeing his friends poisoned and how he really comes to care for them even to the point of panic. Kinda like the 1999 take where the sisters don't die in the end and Wukong spares them as long as they promise to change their ways after seeing how Hundred Eyes betrayed them.

Azure Lion 青毛獅子, Yellow Toothed Elephan t黃牙老象, and lden Winged Great Peng 金翅大鵬雕 - 9.5 Year. pure comedy. There are serious moments are this would be the first three-on-three since the Daoist arc but would love to see all of them fighting together side by side in a huge epic fight. These SHOULD be serious demons and they can be but this illusion is kinda shattered when Wukong first meets them by entering their army, lying about commands, going into their cave, and beating the crap out of Azure Lion from the inside out. Like Wikong defeats these guys practically single-handedly and Sanzang has to ASK Wukong to let them go. Sadly does lead to them coming back but does end with a big battle. Also, the Million Demon Kingdom that I love would to be fully explored.

White Deer Spirit 白鹿精 and White-Faced Vixen Spirit 白面狐狸精 - 10th Year. Another comedy as Wukong pretends to be Sanzang moments but would love to see how a yao family White Deer being an adopted father to White Fox and how she dies because of his plans. It would start more silly but gets serious when we really see how White Deer cared for his daughter but at the same point, they tried to kill like 10,000 babies so that would have been worse.

Lady Earth Flow 地涌夫人 - 10.5 Year. Big fan of the idea that Earth Flow was really in love with Sanzang due to his past life from the 2010 series. However, that love is one-sided and she is too blind to her own desires to see what he really wants. Really more exploring how Sanzang always feels overshadowed by the Golden Cicada but the pilgrims reassure him that he was chosen for who he is, not because he was someone else and how they are on this journey with Sanzang, not the Golden Cicada.

Ruler of the Kingdom of Miefa 滅法國 - 11th Year. Another good example of how humans can be horrible is that this king wants all monks to be killed. Treated with more humor as Wukong SHAVES the entire kingdom's heads but I do think that this would be a good point in which Sanzang can confront the king himself in how this king took out his rage on innocents and has reached a point where he understands misplacing rage. A good balance of how the King has to be accountable and also shows how Wukong is able to start solving issues without violence.

King of the Southern Hill 南山大王 - 11.5 Year. This one is a comedy arc but more tired with tragedy as well. The leopard demon here convinces Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing that Sanzang has died, leading to the three to have a funeral for Sanzang and cry over his body. Again leads to some good moments to show how the gang cares for each other but also cuts to Sanzang hoping that his friends come get him too. Kinda have a moment where the King thinks that once the pilgrims 'mourn' they will leave but they don't know about the 6 phase of grief REVENGE! Of course, all three of them try to kill the King for Sanzang but instead, this leads to the gang just being overjoyed that Sanzang is not dead. Also Wukong still 100% wanting to kill this leopard demon for tricking him.

Prefect of Phoenix-Immortal - 12th Year. This was a kinda a more dramatic arc where a kingdom insults the good on accident and how they are punished with drought. I am taking a lot from the 1987 series in how Wukong was insulted on behalf of the people, seeing that their punishment was unfit for the crime, and how his empathy has been able to grow for him to become seen as a hero for the people. Also would love to see how Wujing really related to the people and how his own punishment left him uncertain and insecure over himself but how he was able to overcome these challenges despite what he has become.

Tawny Lion Demon 黃獅精 and Grand Saint of Nine Spirits 九靈元聖 - 12.5 Year. This one was the most interesting as this wasn't one where Sanzang gets kidnapped but rather the weapons were taken. I would change that the lions don't have to die but rather more of a comedy arc of the Nine Spirits trying to ground up his grandkids when he had a good relationship with the neighboring kingdom. This is a good example of yao and humans able to live in together without conflict and how Nine Spirits fears that his grandkids have ruined this peace. And of course, Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing use silly stunts to try to get their shit back. Also touching more on the pilgrim's own disciples the three princes and maybe even giving them names. I would just like to think that these three princes do always keep their teachings to heart.

King of Cold Protection 辟寒大王, King of Heat Protection 辟暑大王, and King of Dust Protection辟塵大王 - 13th Year. This one is something where I would LOVE Sanzang just being done with being kidnapped. Like he is not phased. He even warns the three to let him go because it as been 14 years and he really doesn't want to end this with these poor guys getting their butts whooped by his overpowering disciples. Kinda comedy but really would enjoy a good battle three on three again.

Jade Rabbit 玉兔精 - 13.5 Year. this one plays more on the 1999 series where the Rabbit is clear she wants to do this cause she hates the real Princess. It is actually nothing personal against Sanzang but just HE HAPPENS to be the one she chooses to marry. More of a mystery of where the real princess is but the gang finds her to get the Jade Rabbit arrested and Sanzang can get free of a forced marriage again.

Squire Kou - 14th Year. This one I think is the perfect arc to really end on, paralleling the first 6 bandits that Wukong fought. He could have killed the family that imprisoned them, but instead, he uses his power to freeze the bandits, get them back, convince the family that their relative's ghost is haunting them, go to Hell to get his spirit back and save the day with hurting a single human. He does an entire arc using his varieties of powers, wit, and intelligence to get out of this, a vast difference from the pure fighting warlord he used to be. I think this would be an arc heavy in symbolism and references to the first bandits they fought and Sanang SEEING the change in Wukong.

Great White Turtle 大白龜 - Of course, they make it to the end but of course, there is one last thing. I think Sanzang lost his cool and had his own breakdown at 'ruining' the scriptures something he spent so long to get but the gang trying to tell him that people make mistakes and that doesn't define them. And that maybe an imperfect world needs imperfect scriptures more than perfect ones because people need to doubt and learn for themselves. Just like Sanzang did. In the end Xiyouji is a story of hope and I think that Sanzang sees that even if things ain't perfect that doesn't make them any less valuable or wonderful and how that sentiment is seen with the new family he has found.

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This is a fun one, hehehe

I'm feeling a whole lot better now, so I don't wanna waste anymore time. Especially with how fun this one is >:D

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Treasures

You sit with your back to a rocky prison, watching the sky from your spot on the ground. Around an hour has past since you found Sun Wukong trapped under this cluster of mountains, and the two of you are nowhere in terms of getting him out.

You keep his free hand in yours, an effort to comfort him and use your gift when needed. “You lost some blood, right? Do you think if I healed you, you would have the strength to free yourself?”

“I’m not sure.” He admits, humming a bit in thought. “Even if I could, I would have to leave you unprotected while I go find Master and the others. You’d be easy pickings for any demon, a wild animal, even.”

A huff escapes your lungs, it feels like you are out of ideas at this point. “If we can’t think of anything else, it might be worth the risk.” “No.” He frowns, holding onto your hand a bit tighter than before. “I said even if I could. If I’m still not strong enough, you would be unconscious and I would still be stuck, just staring at your corpse.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “I wouldn’t die.”

“You look dead every time you do it.” He grumbles, and you feel your shoulders slump back as you try thinking of what to do next. You still think it would be worth a shot to try and give him that extra bout of strength to lift the mountain, but from the sound of it, you will have a hard time convincing him.

While you go through other options in your head, you notice Sun Wukong quickly lifts his head up. His eyes snap towards something in the treeline, his gaze narrowing. “What is it?” You frown, trying to follow his line of sight. As far as you can see, there is nothing there, but you know better than to doubt the monkey demon’s senses.

“We’re not alone.” His voice is low, and you glance back in the direction his eyes are set on. With the two of you silent, you find that you can hear whispering.

“Hello? Who’s out there?” You call out into the wilderness, and the voices quickly hush one another before going silent.

Taking your bow in hand, you nock an arrow and rise to your feet. “Show yourself.” You glare, ready for the slightest hint of movement.

You take aim once you spot an unnaturally pale figure emerging from behind a tree, her arms raised in defence. “Please, do not attack!” She appears to have a sort of glow around her, it masks the two other figures behind her until they stick their heads out from behind her.

“We are here to help.” One from behind squeaks, eyeing your bow warily.

You frown, looking between the three newcomers. “Who are you?”

The third stranger steps forward. “We are the gods of these mountains.” He explains, gesturing to the cluster pinning down your friend. “We are deeply sorry we allowed the Silver-Horned Demon to summon our mountains here to impede you.”

You lower your bow at his words, the first god speaking up again. “None of us want to stay here, we only wish to return our mountains home.” “You can do that?” You ask, returning the arrow to its quiver.

The third one gives a nervous smile. “Yes, it’s just…” He trails off, the three deities all turning their attention to the trapped Monkey King.

He looks at each of them, his glare hardening. “What?!” They all flinch at his question, answering it for you. They are terrified of what he might do to them, knowing they let the demon summon their mountains here. It is a justifiable fear, knowing Wukong.

Realising their dilemma, you sigh. “There is no need to be afraid. I promise, the Monkey King will not hurt any of you as long as you help us.”

“Who says I won’t?” He frowns, looking almost offended. “You let that demon drop your mountains on me!”

You quickly crouch down before he can say more, flicking his head and earning a glare from the sage yourself. “And now they are offering to help. So you will not hurt them, right?” You give him a side-eye look while smiling to the mountain gods, silently praying his words won’t send them running.

He looks back up at you, annoyance clear in his eyes, before groaning. “…I promise not to hurt any of you.” He grumbles, and you reach for his hand to give a gentle squeeze in thanks. It’s enough to get a small smile from the monkey demon.

With their safety assured, the three deities come closer, reciting a spell as they face each of their mountains. It takes time, but you are able to watch nonetheless as each mountain rises into the air one by one, vanishing without a trace. 

When the third and final one lifts, Sun Wukong is quick to jump away from his prison. He nearly knocks you over with how swiftly he moves, the demon panting heavily once he is freed from the great land masses.

You quickly grab him by his forearms, using your gift to calm his nerves. “Are you alright?”

It takes him a moment to answer, a smile growing over his features as he nods and holds your arms as well. “I am… I'm fine.”

With his confirmation, you smile. Letting go, you turn back to the three deities. “Thank you, all of you. We are both extremely grateful, aren’t we?” You glance back at the Monkey King, his gaze hardening once he looks to the three owners of the mountains.

You shoulder him a bit, and he is able to let out a grunted, “Yes.”

His grumpy tone doesn’t last much longer as he spots something from the corner of his eye. He whips around, spying out westward at something that’s a little too far for you to see. “What is that?” He asks aloud, only confusing you more with his sudden interest.

“What?” Straining to look, you notice two figures on the path ahead, though you are unable to make out any detail other than that.

The mountain gods peek out from behind you, the second one answering the both of you. “Underlings of the demon brothers who rule this region, the Gold and Silver-Horned Demons.”

Wukong furrows his brows, you can practically see the thoughts racing from his eyes alone. “What is that glow around them?” He asks, making you frown. What glow?

“It looks to be two of the brother’s five treasures.” The first deity answers, and Wukong looks back at her with wide eyes.

“…Treasures?”

You don’t like the look in his eyes as she answers. “Yes, the brother’s are known for the five treasures they possess, each greater than the last and with their own fantastic abilities.”

The monkey demon smirks. “You don’t say?”

“Monkey…” You frown, crossing your arms. Now is not the time to get distracted.

He chuckles at your warning tone, shrugging casually to feign obliviousness. “What?”

“Whatever it is you are thinking, we don’t have time for it.” You cross your arms. Those demon brothers likely have the others by now, and you can’t be sure how much time they have left.

Wukong gives you a pleading look. “You heard the mountain gods, five treasures? There are five of us– as long as you don’t count the horse– we can all have a magical treasure for ourselves!” He reasons, gesturing down to the demons carrying whatever glowing artefacts Monkey is so keen on retrieving.

“We don’t need any treasures.” You shake your head.

“Each with fantastical abilities?!” Wukong repeats the mountain god's words. “Think how much easier this journey would be if we had tools to help us against any adversaries we met on the way?”

You groan a bit in annoyance at his persistence. He isn’t entirely wrong, but with your friend’s lives on the line, you can’t waste any time. “Wukong, it will only distract us from saving the others!”

“If these brothers sent their lackeys to finish us off, it likely means they want all of us dealt with so they can enjoy their meal peacefully.” He reasons. “That means as long as we avoid getting caught, nothing will happen to Master or my brothers!”

You give him a pointed look at that, resting your hands on your hips. His reasoning, however likely it may be, is still questionable. He may be right, but what if he isn’t?

Seeing your glare, Sun Wukong sighs. “Please, Dove? Just these two treasures at least, they’re on their way already.” He takes your hands in his, his eyes practically pleading.

“I swear to you if we do this, I will never call you Squab again. I can call you by another equally embarrassing name, instead!” He grins, and you feel your stomach drop when his gaze starts to trail off in thought. “Dovey? Bird-Brain? Ooh, how about Love-Dove? It rhymes.”

His rambling is enough for you to step away, making him let go of your hands so you can hide your warming face. “Dove is fine, Monkey.” You turn away for a moment, feeling your embarrassment show on your cheeks. It is only made worse by the sound of his chuckling reaching your ears, the sound of his amusement clear.

Despite his teasing, you consider his words. If those two demons are on their way from whatever home these brothers are in, you will cross paths with them anyway. Maybe you could even use these so-called treasures to defeat them and save the others. Not to mention, Wukong must be itching to have some form of revenge for being trapped under those mountains.

“…Alright, but we should make this quick.” You sigh, turning back around to see the monkey demon immediately brighten at your agreement. Before he can run off to begin whatever scheme he has to steal from the demons, you go back to address the mountain gods. “Thank you for all your help. Please, have safe travels back to your homes.” The first deity smiles, but is interrupted by Wukong before she can speak. “Wait! Before you go, I have one more favour to ask of you.” The three look between one another, uncertainty crossing each of their faces.

“Y-Yes?”

~~~~

The two demons holding the treasures grow closer to your hiding spot just off the side of the path, concealed by the flora of the forest. Wukong had asked you to wait there for him while he took care of something. Part of you feels somewhat anxious to find out what that ‘something’ is, though the mischievous grin on his face when he left made one thing clear: he’s going to have fun with it.

It would be a lie to say you aren’t curious, maybe even a little excited to see where this might go. Luckily, your wait is put to an end when the Monkey King rejoins you, jumping down from a tree to spy on the demons with you.

“Well?” You look over at him from the corner of your eye while your simian friend hands you an empty gourd.

His smile is wide, the twinkle in his eye giving you an idea of how excited he really is for this. “I present to you, a treasure all our own.”

You look down to inspect the object, not finding anything too special about the gourd. What does he plan to do with it? “Do you plan to trade their actual enchanted items with… this?”

“You catch on quick.” He winks, peeking out to check just how close the demons are getting.

Holding up the gourd, you frown. “You think they will trade whatever they have for some gourd?”

“For a gourd that can suck up all of heaven? Of course!” He looks back at you, his claim making you scoff in disbelief.

All of heaven? “How do you plan on pulling that off?” You ask, peeking inside the empty container while Sun Wukong changes his appearance.

He shifts into an elderly man, tucking away his tail and giving you a pat on the shoulder. “Just help me upsell this ruse by holding it, okay? Your… whatever you want to call it should make them think it’s magical. Oh, and take this.”

The disguised monkey demon tosses you a walking stick, which you easily catch. “For what?”

“You need it to walk these long treks, old man.” He snickers, and your brows furrow for a moment before noticing the wrinkles on your hand holding the stick. Did he– You look at your aged arms, reach up to feel the lines on your face, and catch the impish look on Monkey’s face.

Of course, both of you are old men for this hustle. Rolling your eyes, you join your partner in crime as he leads you to the path. “Oh– and don’t panic when the sky goes dark.”

What?

You have no time to question him before the two demons spot you on the path. “You, there!”

Wukong nudges your arm as the two of you turn to face the approaching demons. “Show time.” He mumbles under his breath before addressing the newcomers. “Hello, there! Fine day we are having, aren’t we?”

The two demons glare down at Sun Wukong’s hunched posture, seemingly in no mood to be as friendly as he presents himself to be. Each holds a different item; a vase and another gourd. “Who are you two? There are no human settlements anywhere near this area.”

“Oh, allow me to introduce myself.” Wukong smiles. “I am Chan, and this is my brother Ruon-Jian. We are daoists returning home after a long day, I suppose we just found ourselves turned around at some point.”

“Is that so?” The demon holding the vase frowns. He narrows his gaze at you, looking down at the gourd in your hands. It seems that Wukong was right, he must assume the aura of your gift is coming from the faux treasure. “Tell me, what is it you are carrying?” He asks, the second demon looking over with curiosity written over his expression.

You hold the gourd out, inspecting it yourself with a hum before looking at the two demons. “If you tell me what you two are holding onto, I will do the same for you.” You smile innocently, the two demons looking to one another before giving an unworried shrug.

The one holding the gourd speaks first. “These two items belong to our masters, the Gold and Silver-Horned demons. This vase and gourd work in the same manner.” He gestures to the treasure his demon ally carries before his own as he explains. “The one holding the item must call out their enemy’s name. If they answer your call, they will be sucked into the vase or gourd where they will then dissolve almost as quickly as they went in.”

‘Chan’ gawks a bit, letting out a roar of laughter. “Incredible! Although, I suppose your enemy must be foolish enough to answer you for it to work. That is not as nearly as special as our gourd.”

“Really?” The demon holding the vase huffs.

“Indeed.” You nod, stepping forward with your walking stick and holding up the gourd. “Our treasure is so powerful, it can suck up all of heaven.”

The two demons go silent at your claim, looking between the two of you, then the gourd, and then back to the two of you. After a moment, the demon with the gourd laughs. “You must be joking! Do you expect us to believe something as nonsensical as that?”

“You do not believe us?” ‘Chan’ scoffs, looking to you. “Ruon-Jian, they don’t believe us.”

“They don’t, huh?” You huff, shaking your head with mock-disappointment. “Let them live with their disbelief. They can have fun with their adorable little trinkets while we watch the Jade Emperor curse us out from his tiny prison.” Wukong snickers at your words.

“His angry little screams always get a good chuckle out of me.” He nods, the two demons looking between the two of you with concern now, maybe a little put off.

The one with the gourd frowns. “Why should we believe you?”

‘Chan’ perks up at that, stepping closer to you with a faux-annoyed huff. “What, do you want proof?” He asks, opening up the gourd in your hands. At his words, the sky starts to darken, a curtain of shadows rapidly expanding from one horizon to the other. You look up in shock as all traces of light from above vanish, leaving only darkness in its place. He actually did it?!

The two demons shout out in a panic before a small yet thundering voice echoes from the gourd in your hand. “What? What is the meaning of this?!” You hear Wukong snicker from next to you, and you do your best to hold in your own laughter. Is this his impression of the Jade Emperor?! “Do not tell me, are we in the gourd of those infuriating brothers?! Chan! Ruon-Jian!”

You can’t help but cackle at the shouting, and soon the sky returns to its natural state with the darkness lifting from above. Just to add to the effect, you give the gourd a good few taps on its side, as if to make sure everything got out before closing it. You aren’t entirely sure what Wukong did, but it definitely worked.

“Do you want any more proof than that? Maybe we could do it again, and give you a peek inside.” You tease, shaking the container with a smirk when you see how they are practically shaking.

Their response is almost immediate. “No, please! Do not do that again!”

“Do you find this amusing?!” The other one stares at the two of you, slack-jawed as you both try your best to conceal your giggling. “Who would entrust such a powerful artefact with the likes of you??”

Wukong rolls his eyes at their whining. “If the two of you have such an issue with the two of us keeping this gourd, would you be interested in keeping it?”

“You would hand it over to us?” The one with the vase gives you a weary look. He flinches as you carelessly wave the gourd around while answering. “In all honesty, this same-old trick is beginning to bore my brother and I.” You sigh before turning to your so-called sibling. “Say, watching our enemies dissolve would be rather fun. Don’t you think so, Chan?”

“I do, Ruon-Jian.” He nods, and the two of you look expectantly to the demons.

The one with the gourd is quick to respond. “If it means you don’t do that again, take them!” He shouts, handing you his treasure, quickly followed by his companion who hands ‘Chan’ the vase.

You hand the demon your gourd, the worry quickly settling on his face once it's in his hands. It only lasts for a few seconds before he frowns. “Wait a minute…” He looks between you and the gourd, confusion digging deeper into his features as he realises whatever aura he thought was coming from the item was really your own.

“It has been a pleasure doing business with you, really, it has…” You hum, tossing your walking stick to the side. Wukong grins as he hands the vase over for you to hold and undoes the magic of your disguises.

“It’s the monkey and the girl!”

Wukong wraps an arm around your waist, grabbing his staff from his ear with his other hand. “…But we should be on our way now!” You share your friend’s smile before he launches the two of you into the sky with his staff.

You’re unable to stop the laughter that bubbles out from your chest when you see the dumbfounded looks on the demon’s faces. Though, it’s difficult to hear your own voice over Wukong’s cackling. The two of you fly past the clouds, landing on the sage’s own somersault cloud and falling back in amusement over your con.

You land on your side holding onto the treasures tight, your friend on his back while breathing in deep in an attempt to calm himself down. A few more giggles escape your own lips before you can pull yourself together enough to sit up.

Wukong follows your lead and sits up, wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh, that was amazing! That improvisation about the Jade Emperor…” He laughs, shaking his head.

You shift to face him better, eyes wide with puzzlement. “Was that you impersonating him in the gourd?!”

“Slipped a duplicate into it after it got dark, I couldn’t let that idea of yours go to waste.” He winks, the pride on his face over the ploy nearly enough to send you into another fit of giggles.

Your hand reaches up to cradle your temple, still overwhelmed by how Wukong’s trick left you almost as perplexed as the demons you left in the dust. “I can’t believe it! How did you do that– with the sky going dark?”

As you ask, a few stray black feathers flutter down from above, whatever animal it came from nowhere in sight. “I had those mountain gods call in a favour for me.” He explains, catching a feather and tucking it behind your ear with a smile. “Prince Nezha was happy to help with the ruse.”

You return the smile. Whether or not you want to admit it to yourself, that was actually pretty fun. It’s easy to see why Sun Wukong finds so much enjoyment in pulling stunts like this. The bafflement on those demon underling’s faces were absolutely priceless!

“Are the vase and gourd alright?” Your friend asks, taking the gourd to inspect it while you do the same to the vase.

Finding no cracks, breaks, or other imperfections, you nod. “Just fine… hey.” You watch through a break in the clouds, the demons you left on the path racing westward. It seems as though following through with the Monkey King’s impulse for valuables paid off after all.

Wukong follows your line of sight while you think aloud. “They must be returning to their home. If we follow them, we can find the others.”

“And maybe the rest of their sacred treasures.”

“…”

“What?”

All you find yourself able to do is roll your eyes in playful annoyance.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Hello! I wanted to start off by saying thank you for your digitigrade humanoid references, they've been super helpful for drawing my sheep-satyr oc!

I was wondering though, do you have any resources for writing nonhuman creatures? Specifically when referencing the nonhuman aspects of them. For example I have this sentence that goes:

"I jumped to my hooves."

I don't have any frame of reference for this :/ so when I'm writing my oc talking about what she does with the sheep half of her body it sounds kind of off.

I looked on Youtube and online and just saw "Do some world building and give your nonhuman characters human traits," which isn't what I'm looking for.

Kindest Regards-

oh I am doing so much of this in my own writing. I think the trickiest part for me is that I'm trying to also add in the detail that most of the people species don't smile the way humans do, with exposed teeth and a wide mouth being more of a fear/threat response rather than a happy expression. so I keep having to force myself to describe happy expressions in different ways! this is quite challenging, for obvious reasons lol.

but beyond that, honestly I like to just focus on using their non-human body parts to help enhance their body language. my porcine orcs and gnomes wiggle their snouts. anyone with large ears can move them as an expressive body part. tails do all sorts of things!

I think using the phrase "I jumped to my hooves" works just fine! it shows the reader that your character has hooves. The hardest part of course is figuring out how to introduce the character's appearance as early as possible to avoid too much confusion. Looking at my own writing, opening on a scene of a gnomish character, I didn't mention her ears until a few paragraphs in, and her hooves didn't get mentioned until several paragraphs after that. I'm still trying to scan through and find where I introduce her snout lol. it's really hard! and sometimes just using illustrations is unfortunately not possible.

But I think as long as you remember to mention different body parts when they're relevant and using them in the general body language, you'll be just fine. A few things I've been doing with this gnomish character include:

mentioning that she catches a pebble between her cloven toes

using her snout as an expressive body part

writing scenes where she needs to have her hooves trimmed because they grow perpetually

writing scenes where she files down her tusks, because she's also a quarter orc and has some recessive genes that cause tusk growth in amab gnomes, so filing her tusks is one part of how I explore her relationship with her body and gender as a trans woman

I also have elves with long monkey-like tails, though I give them tail expression more similar to cats. Teeth can also be an important expressive body part, when applicable! baring sharp canines or moving one's head and mouth in a way that puts a large pair of tusks on full display is a great way to show things like fear, intimidation, or anger.

you can also study the body language of whatever animal you're using for reference, like sheep, and apply those details to the way you describe your character!

here is an article about sheep behaviors for reference!

and a few quotes with non-human body language from my own rough draft:

“K’arik is the one I’m worried for, not myself,” Morianon murmured, flicking his wings nervously. Evarin nodded, wrapping her arm around her husband’s waist. “I’m worried for him too.” They walked in silence, gravel and bark chips crunching under their feet as they made their way up the road. Evarin spread her hoofed toes with every step, willing a stone to catch between them. A cold pebble lodged itself in the crease between her toes just as they turned up the path to her parents’ door.

The stranger bent low, pushing their enormous three-toed feet over the threshold, ducking their head and reaching forward to pull themself inside. “What’s going on?” He-esh squinted and frowned. “Elkha, tell me what’s going on.” He tapped Th’elir’s arm, but she too had been caught by surprise and only mumbled as she tried to explain. Evarin stepped back towards K’arik, eyes wide. She glanced at her mother and saw her own shocked expression mirrored right back. As the stranger grunted and half-crawled through the low door, she saw her father escape the crowd and hurry to join her. “Can you believe—“ he whispered, but Tawei shushed him. The stranger’s body blocked the whole door as they finally fit themself through it and stood up. Even inside, they had to bend their neck to avoid the rafters, towering over the tallest orcs in the room. Four hooved feet, holding a body so heavy they sunk into the packed dirt floor. Legs as tall as a gnome. They wore layers of woven cloth, all green and brown and cedar red in beautiful leafy patterns, draped over their uncanny body that seemed to have two sets of ribs. Their arms were just skinnier versions of their forelegs, Evarin noticed. She could barely see their face in the shadows by the rafters. Morianon could see them better, perched above everyone else. His feathers shivered as the stranger noticed him, catching and holding his gaze. Their mouth was tense, their long ears laid flat against their head. Morianon glanced away and found Evarin’s eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Forgive me,” the stranger said, bringing the murmur of the crowd to a dead hush, “for not announcing my arrival ahead of time.” They walked carefully forward, every step remarkably delicate for someone so massive. “I came to deliver my herd’s respects to you, He-esh.” “Oh? Ah, no, I do know you,” He-esh sat up with Th’elir’s help, clearing his throat. “Or perhaps this is an old man’s dying dream. Are you a spirit?” he laughed, “I never thought I’d live to see a centaur enter my village. I suppose it would have to happen on the last day of my life, wouldn’t it?” He smiled up at the centaur and welcomed them forward with an open hand.

Despite the difficulty, Kouto looked oddly chipper for an early morning and sat down in a hurry, tail curling playfully.

“I remember when he was a kid,” Nanji said, shaking his head, “he had a lot of potential. Shame to see him grow up into such a stubborn and angry fellow.” He passed the tray to Jen who set it on the central table. “I hate to blame anyone but him for his change of heart, but we all know it happened after he got married and moved to that other clan up north.” “He was very annoyed that He-esh wanted to die by song instead of the usual orcish tradition,” Mori said, “Kept giving Evarin nasty looks.” He ruffled his feathers and sat a little closer to his wife. “I was too nervous to pay him any mind,” Evarin assured him. Ikar’s irritated gaze had added to the nervousness, she admitted to herself, but it had been among the least of her worries.

Leaving the bedroom, Evarin was momentarily startled by the looming figure of Ikar at the hearth. She had been in such a hurry, she hadn’t noticed him on her way in. He gave her a sideways glance, lightly swirling the cup in his hand. “At’ali’s granddaughter, aren’t you?” he muttered. “That’s right.” Evarin tensed up defensively. Ikar humphed. “You look nothing like as’el. Must take after your father’s side more.” He sipped his drink and went quiet, turning away from her. Evarin’s snout wrinkled and grew hot, but she left the house without another word, shaking off his comment and breathing deep in the fresh air.

[centuryberry]

I've seen many of your AUs of Queen of The Mountain and I couldn't help but ask myself over this possible AU: What if Sangshen, after giving birth, goes through something like postpartum anxiety and after a few choice words callously said by her in-laws that trigger a massive fight or flight response, runs away with newborn! Yue in tow?

I don't know how Yue's birth went in specific terms, but what if after several days of resting and visits from the Zodiac Clan members, Sangshen was exhausted in more ways than just physical and starts secretly freaking out over her daughter's future due to the stress of having given birth, which escalates to the point of just planning to running away from the clan to protect Yue from their callous schemes? And what puts her impulsive plan to action was when one of the Zodiac Clan members (her father-in-law) makes a snide remark about how Yue would do for future plans, going as far as to decide how much use she'll be for the Clan in front of her mother? Those words alone were enough to convince an addled Sangshen to run away with Yue as soon as she's able to.

When she was deemed fit to be fully recovered, she secretly packs a small bag of essentials and in the middle of the night when she knew everyone was sound asleep, she snuck out of the compound and just ran off and would use what abilities she had to keep herself and Yue hidden out of fear of being followed, tracked or hunted, and she didn't stop traveling until she got to FFM.

She hid amongst humans and raised Yue as best as she could until she learned about FFM, the monkeys that live there and the paradise it was. Hoping they would take her in, she decided to move herself and Yue there. But it was around that time she got sick.

While she managed to get into FFM territory without raising suspicion (in her mind, but realizes her mistake soon after), her illness gets worse and while she tries to be strong and withstand the worst of it, she soon realizes she's dying and to protect Yue, she warns her to stay away from her body because animals would be attracted to her corpse and she needs to keep away from them.

Yue understands as best as she could at her age and tries to keep away, both from her dying mother (which she's really reluctant to do) and from the monkeys with weapons she saw searching nearby.

Eventually, General Beng finds her. Being a father himself, he has no problem letting Yue know he means no harm. It wasn't until he asks her why she was all by herself in the forest that she tells him that she has to stay or animals would come (she tries to explain what her mother told her to do, but she could only manage to say that). She even pulls him in the direction where her mother is, telling him she couldn't go there, which he took as a means to investigate, by which he finds her mother, not dead, but barely conscious. He immediately sends out an emergency signal and keeps Yue close to him as Wukong and Macaque show up before anyone else. He explains the situation to them as the other soldiers get Sangshen to the infirmary. At Yue's protests at her mother being taken away, the three monkeys follow after while Beng looks over Yue with what medical knowledge he knows.

Sangshen wakes up in a bed, feeling just slightly better, but nonetheless still dying, with her daughter passed out next to her. Because she was too weak from her illness, she didn't have enough strength to keep her glamours up, so when Wukong and Macaque arrive for questioning, her ears are exposed. This, of course, catches Macaque off guard enough for his glamours to flicker, just so that Sangshen notices. That's how she ends up reuniting with her brother for the first time. She explains her story as much as she was able to, with her daughter waking up and immediately clinging to her as she talked with Wukong and Macaque.

With what medical attention was available, Sangshen manages to live bedridden for almost two weeks until she eventually passes away peacefully. During this time, she got to know her brother and a select few monkeys, other than Wukong, just enough to entrust them with her daughter's care along with telling Macaque and Yue both how grateful she was to have them in her life and how much she loved them.

Yue knew that her mother was dying and, at first, seemed to have accepted it, but she was unable to stop crying when she got the news that she died in her sleep. Both she and Macaque grieved her loss while Wukong arranged for a simple funeral, choosing to have Sangshen buried at a place she liked when she was able to move on her own.

It was a painful time, but it was after the burial that Yue was approached with the offer of staying on FFM, by Wukong and Macaque. Even though she had barely known them, she knew that she trusted them, especially since she overheard her mother asking Wukong and Macaque to look after Yue when she was gone.

I know this idea is a lot more sad than I thought it would be, but I think it makes for a good AU for if Yue wasn't abandoned but had run away with her mother.

What do you think? I'd like to hear your thoughts about it.

My AUs never have Sangshen escaping on her own no matter how anxious she gets over Yue’s safety (believe me, if she could she would) because of her weak body. Without someone’s help, she wouldn’t make it half way before collapsing and dying. And that doesn’t even cover how Yishan would catch her before she even got too far. Sangshen knows all of this and never takes the risk since it would spell a certain death for Yue too.

I also try to avoid any AU scenarios that has Sangshen go through all that effort to escape and go to FFM only to die. It’s just cruel for her and Macaque. They’re already so tragic. For Macaque, he discovers he’s no longer alone but loses that same family. It’s like dangling something so important in front of him only to have it snatched away. It’s also just too sad for Sangshen. She already suffered so much during her time as a slave. I don’t like putting her character in more pain than necessary, especially not to give Yue (and Macaque) a new flavor of trauma.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck!

OC Deep Dive 🦾🎀

Let's do a two for one with Astra and Mashal :)

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Hm, that's a tough one. Astra doesn't scare easily when it comes to physical things. I'd say failure is a big fear of hers, or letting down the people she loves.

It's bugs. Ignoring all the existential stuff, Mashal is terrified of bugs. Spiders especially, but anything that crawls makes him uncomfortable. The other big one is losing his humanity.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who talk down to her will set Astra off like a firecracker. She's had more than enough of that in her time. People who are willing ignorant also piss her off, especially if that ignorance hurts others.

As a former army brat, Mashal does get a little tetchy around messy spaces. He won't get on people about it, but he will clean up unprompted. He also can't stand bullies or anyone who hurts people for their own gain.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A full chemistry set, lots of scrap fabric, and way too many fancy pillows.

He doesn't sleep, so he doesn't have a bedroom, but if he did, it would have a sketchbook, some candles he can stare at while meditating, and a few practice swords hung on the wall.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their clothes, I'd say. Astra can tell a lot about a person by what they wear and how they care for their garments. Also, their sense of fashion can be telling.

I think as an artist, Mashal picks up on unique features first. A crooked jaw, especially beautiful eyes, an unusual expression - anything that makes someone stand out. Consequently, he's also just good at remembering faces in general.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

A six, but she thinks it's a nine. She also carries the fantasy equivalent of those berserker mushrooms at all times, so if she's hurt, she'll do drugs about it and keep going.

He has no sense of pain as a robot, but if he's ever returned to his human form, it's gonna be a rude awakening the first time he stubs his toe on something.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (I'm also including freeze and fawn)

It kinda depends. If her friends are with her, she'll tend towards fight. If she's alone though, she often freezes up.

Fight, all the way. In moments of stress, Mashal's brain will all but shut off as he starts swinging.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Astra's family is just her and her two moms, but she loves them dearly. Every cent she makes goes towards paying off their debtor contracts, and she writes them frequently.

Mashal doesn't remember his family. He assumes his parents are alive and he's pretty sure he has an older brother, but anything more than that is a mystery. He hopes to find them someday once he's human again.

What animal represents them best?

I'm tempted to go with a black cat solely because she's a witch, but I feel like she's more high energy than that. In that case, maybe some sort of monkey? Clever, curious, loud, and a little vicious.

A horse, I think. Some sort of retired warhorse that likes to run and nuzzle your hair, but will kick if you get too close.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Formaldehyde. It gives her headaches.

He has no sense of smell :(

Have they broken any bones?

Yup. She broke her arm at the end of book one and has broken a few fingers in the past when she wasn't careful enough with her tinkering.

He has no bones :(

(Mashal doesn't remember, but as a boy, he did fracture his skull when he fell down a flight of stairs. He also broke the same ankle twice during sparring. His squad did tease him for this.)

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"Oh gods, what an outfit she had! I don't think I've ever seen that many colors on one garment, and she must've sewn half the ribbons from here to Yewbury into the lining. The embroidery was fantastic. It was loud enough you hardly noticed the woman wearing it. She was pretty short, I think. I wanna say she was mixed Skolander and Shuari, given the dark curls and blue eyes. Her skin was kind of an amber brown, but she had these pale splotches under her eyes and mouth. Vitiligo, I think? Her makeup was also quite loud, but somehow matched the outfit. There was just a lot going on there, in general."

"Damn, I don't think I've ever seen a robot in these parts. The fucker was huge, had to be close to seven feet tall. Kinda scary looking, to be honest, with those glowing white eyes. But, I don't know, he seemed nice. His face didn't seem like it moved much, but he looked like he was smiling. He was wearing very heavy clothing with a bandana over his head. The only bronze uncovered was his face and hands. I would've thought he was sick in the head wearing such heavy clothes in this heat, except, well, I guess a robot wouldn't care about that."

Are they a night owl or an early bird?

Very much a night owl, verging on actual insomnia. Getting up before 11 is a herculean trial.

He doesn't sleep, but if he did, he'd be an early bird. Man is ready for bed at 9:30 sharp.

What is a flavour they hate and a flavour they love?

Astra hates the taste of rice. As a kid, that was basically all she had to eat in the summers and she would frequently come down with pellagra because she was so malnourished. A flavor she loves is barbecue. She's from the fantasy south, so I think this one is self-explanatory.

He has no sense of taste, but from vibes alone, he knows he definitely has a sweet tooth.

Do they have any hobbies?

Really, she's good with any type of fiber art, but Astra loves to embroider. All her clothes sport little bits of embroidery. I'm also going to say magic because she loves it even though it's her job.

Mashal enjoys art, usually with a pencil, but he branches out into paint sometimes. He also likes to read. Any genre is fine, so long as it's fiction and not too dark. I feel like he'd love anime if it existed on Illaros for some reason.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

She'd definitely jump, then complain about why it had to be a secret because she already knew what she wanted to do for her birthday. Even so, she would be very appreciative of the effort.

Mashal has no idea when his birthday is, so it'd be a double surprise for him if someone popped out and declared that today's the day. After making sure they're not just fucking with him, he'd get quite teary (not actually, but the vibe is there), thank them profusely, and spend the rest of the night being told to sit down and quit trying to take care of things, this is your party, damnit!

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Yes. Astra always has some earrings on and frequently wears rings and bracelets. Most of this is costume jewelry.

Gold jewelry is very important in Sulu'Okan culture, so he definitely would, he just can't afford any right now.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Surprisingly neat. She writes in full, founding father cursive.

Surprisingly messy. He tends towards chicken scratch.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Indignation and the desire to help.

Protectiveness and fury.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Astra could rank every fabric ever on a numbered scale, but I think her all-time favorite is satin.

He honestly has no opinion on this, so he'd probably just say satin also. My man doesn't know burlap from chiffon, give him a break.

What kind of accent do they have?

Lol, read any of her dialog and it's obvious. Astra has a strong southern accent, more similar to a Georgia drawl than some Texas twang.

Honestly, Mashal is my one character that I feel has no accent (aka same accent as me), so I guess upper south. He does speak very softly, though, and has a bit of a stutter at times. His voice also tends to go static when he yells.

I'll tag @willtheweaver @theink-stainedfolk @kaylinalexanderbooks @nczaversnick @watermeezer and anyone else who wants to play :)

[typellblog]

Suruga Monkey – An Analysis

What immediately jumps out to me here is something that is more emphasized in the novels than the anime – how Kanbaru mirrors Senjougahara. Her initial attitude towards Araragi involves her actively pursuing him in order to deliver flattery to the point of mockery.

Compare to Senjougahara’s initial attitude, where she used vicious insults as a way to keep him away from her. Araragi even speculates that Senjougahara’s personality in middle school was more similar to Kanbaru’s now, causing her to emulate it.

Here we can see the way in which this arc differs from the previous: Kanbaru’s issue isn’t that she’s shutting others out, it’s that she’s pursuing them too aggressively. Her opening heavily features the image of Senjougahara and to a lesser extent Araragi. They are the object of her obsession, the thing she yearns for.

It’s why I find the motif of her running to be such an interesting one – as a kouhai character she’s a step behind from the start, trying to catch up. Even as a kid her initial wish to get better at running was an attempt to catch up, to be seen as an equal.

But because of the oddity’s effects (or what she thought its effects were), she couldn’t let anyone catch up to her, either. She couldn’t actually race Senjougahara in the same sport, for fear of losing. She went to basketball instead, a partitioned-off space – a court – where she didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone else.

Now, doesn’t this prefigure quite neatly the way she gives up on saving Senjougahara, deliberately distancing herself from her? She claims that she does it because Senjougahara asks it of her, that she’ll be okay if it’s helping Senjougahara, but her later jealousy over Araragi shows that this isn’t the case.

Kanbaru says that it was “all her ego”, that she was “alright as long as she was happy”, and what I think this means is that she was scared of trying to help Senjougahara again, thought another rejection would be too painful. That’s why she stayed away, and that’s the difference she sees between herself and Araragi. In a way you can say she didn’t enter the race because she was afraid of losing.

The Rainy Devil is about hidden dark sides, the most violent expression of one’s true desires. Kanbaru’s outward affability towards Araragi, her self-sacrificial willingness to have the arm cut off – these are just reflections and repressions of deep jealousy. Kanbaru is truly a very greedy person.

In her own way, though, so is Senjougahara Hitagi.

Her role in this affair is interesting, as we once again open with a sequence largely about Araragi and Senjougahara’s relationship rather than this arc’s main girl. Araragi is interested in the progress Senjougahara has made since her condition was cured – she’s no longer carrying a stapler around, for example. In other matters, though – she’s still building walls around herself, reading alone in the corner of the classroom.

He wonders if she can’t somehow pick up some of the things that she lost – and it just so happens that he’s learnt of the relationship between her and Kanbaru from middle school. It’s an overstepping of bounds, a needless intervention, an unwanted favour. Senjougahara herself flatly denies any interest in reconnecting with Kanbaru. But then again, doesn’t Kanbaru herself do the same? Both pretend they’re better off never coming into contact again while secretly yearning to do so.

Then they do. They meet once again and the story is neatly resolved. That’s the end, we’re all done here, folks.

I mean, in a way it’s somewhat anti-climactic isn’t it? Araragi complains about being completely useless to the point of becoming comic relief, and he’s not entirely wrong.

His efforts to resolve the situation led to exactly nothing. As Oshino says, all people can do is save themselves.

Kanbaru’s wish to the Rainy Devil can’t be granted as long as Senjougahara is around. As long as killing Araragi would ruin Kanbaru’s relationship with Senjougahara, it can’t happen. The frontside and backside of the wish are in the end equally important – it was born out of hatred for Araragi, but that itself was born out of love for Senjougahara.

Oshino asks why he tried to help Kanbaru, despite her trying to kill him. His response is basically that he gets it. It was done out of love for Senjougahara, so it’s forgivable for him. He’s a little too trusting, a little too inclined to see the positive in people, a little too slow to catch the hidden meanings in people’s words, the hidden darkness in their stories, but that’s not exactly a bad thing, is it? He’s not wrong about Kanbaru, not really.

So he tries to do an unwanted favour for Kanbaru – and it really is unwanted, she’s not exactly happy to be pitied by someone that she sees as a rival in love – and tries to resolve the problem without involving Senjougahara. He doesn’t tell her that it was Kanbaru who attacked him. He gets accused of breaking his promise to not lie to her, and in the novel it specifies that he didn’t forget or anything. He quite deliberately broke a promise to Senjougahara for Kanbaru’s sake.

We see hints of his self-sacrificing tendencies going too far. For a moment he accepts his death at Kanbaru’s hand as a reasonable solution to the situation, not considering the effects it would have on Senjougahara.

In the end he does something stupid, gets the innards kicked out of him, and Senjougahara forgives him, because she truly does find that stupid desire to help anyone and everyone quite charming.

It’s a needless intervention on his part, but it didn’t accomplish nothing. Senjougahara just went and made up with Kanbaru on her own, but she wouldn’t have been there in the first place if his life wasn’t at risk.

Even if Senjougahara and Kanbaru had made up independently, it wouldn’t have mattered if Araragi himself wasn’t capable of forgiving Kanbaru’s murderous impulses.

When fighting Kanbaru, Araragi says that she won’t do. When she offers to replace Senjougahara as his girlfriend, he says that you can’t become someone else, and you can’t take their place. It’s a peaceful resolution that only works because of the nature of all three involved.

What the Rainy Devil says about identity is interesting. In a way, it offers to make you a different person: someone who can win a race, someone who can be the only person by Senjougahara’s side. It literally transforms you into a monster, taking over your body in exchange for granting its wishes.

But in a different way, who you are doesn’t change at all. You didn’t get any faster, you just beat up the other competitors. The desire to do that was within you from the beginning, the Rainy Devil didn’t change anything there. You can blame the Devil itself for provoking that desire in the first place, but it’s ruthlessly fair, not delivering anything that wasn’t within the bounds of your original wish.

If the moral of using the Monkey’s Paw is to accept fate, not try to reach for more than you deserve, then the moral of the Rainy Devil is to ‘alter fate with your own hands’, to change yourself into someone who can accomplish your wishes without the help of the arm.

These two find themselves in a perhaps uncomfortable balance within Kanbaru Suruga. She can’t become Senjougahara’s girlfriend no matter how hard she tries, but that doesn’t mean she should give up on ever having a relationship with her at all.

And that’s all for now. Araragi just straight up says that everyone around him have two sides to them, in this one, and what really impresses me about this series is that it continues to deliver on that premise in a different way each time.

I’m a sucker for duality, for contrast (when I see an author making an explicit textual comparison between two different characters I get a boner) and Monogatari is truly unmatched in this respect.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Had this really cute idea about TFP kids having pets of some kind if they ever do get a chance wanna know what you think!

Jack--- a pigeon- because they're great companions for people who has anxiety or feel lonely ( he probably has the one with small beak and feather covered legs and definitely a female because they're more loving and affectionate and puts her in cute clothes)

Miko--- a bearded dragon (or maybe even a gecko but definitely some lizard animal)- they're puppies with scales very energetic, weird and has fun personality and moves their head to music ( definitely dress it up and named it after a slash monkey member)

Raf--- a guinea pig or a rat (but I lean on rat more) - they're very social animals and love their owners very much and very intelligent ( he definitely has two because they has to have a friend. And he always let them climb on him or hides them in his pockets or bag and takes them with him)

And I like to imagine them explaining to the bots that they're not pets but companions/family or even their own children and how much they mean to them or how much of an emotional support they were to them!

And definitely found an excuse/reason to bring them to base!

And the bots reaction are like:

Ratchet wants them immediately out the base but get gaslighted into letting them stay for a day one the condition that they stay away from his work place ( Miko doesn't comply)

Optimus would be curious about them since he haven't seen them so close and would want to learn more about them and how they behave completely different and seems to understand their owners

Arcee might be more neutral about them saying if the kids are happy then that's it but surely gets interested in seeing how they act and the tricks they do

Bulkhead wouldn't want to be near them because he fears they get in his joints like some scraplets (Ratchet used that to keep him away from his stuff)

Wheeljack( I'm not too sure about him) but would want to see what they're capable of and tries to teach them bad tricks to maybe piss of a certain CMO

Bumblebee/Smokescreen would undoubtedly be amazed at these different animals and be even more impressed by the tricks hey do to the point they'd want one but gets shut down quickly by the whole team because they're too much work

Ultra magnus would just leave simple comment about them and leaves

What's your opinion? Maybe different animals? But these fits them well!

What do I think? Well, since I am unsure if this is a writing request or not, I will give my opinion on what you have presented here. Please feel free to send in another request if you were hoping for writing. I tend to misunderstand things like this more often than not.

Now firstly, this is an adorable idea and I do in fact think the animals fit. I doubt they would have any exotic pets, except perhaps Miko who I could imagine having some sort of parrot due to the intelligence of the species. Aside from that, spot on thinking regarding the animals that would be involved.

Ratchet's reaction is comedy gold I must say. Optimus's makes perfect sense considering his personality, although I also imagine he wouldn't be too fond of the mess or the pets getting into equipment. Arcee's reaction is also pretty solid, however I can see her developing a strange rivalry with Jack's pigeon or Rafael's rodent upon having to assist in collecting the small thing from either the rafters or under work stations. Bulkhead's response is perfect, no commentary there except for that I think it would be hilarious for him to fear Rafael's hamster above all else. I've dealt with hamsters, those little critters can RUN-

For Wheeljack I would alter his reaction only slightly to have him find it funny to watch the pets fail at whatever it is they are attempting. Him staring at the hamster and laughing hysterically when it runs into an object or the pigeon when it inevitably crashes sounds on point for him. You got Smokey and Bee also perfectly on point in my opinion. That sounds about right for them, although Bee I think would be less inclined to get one and more silently encouraging Smokescreen since if Smokey could convince the team to let them have a pet, then great, but I doubt he would want to deal with the glares personally. Ha, yeah Ultra Magnus wouldn't give a crap unless one of the animals touched his stuff. Then I bet he would have WORDS with whoever owned the animal in question.

In conclusion, a very humorous concept indeed.

[p1x3lscene]

Sharing a bed with the CreepyPastas

Sfw,fluff a small mention of nsfw in Jeff’s

gender neutral reader a small mention of fem reader in Jeff’s includes Jeff,Toby,Tim,Ben,xvirus,Liu

There will probably be a pt2

Toby

Toby 100% sleep talks you’ll wake up in the middle of the night to him saying some random shit he won’t remember it and be confused in the morning

Toby’s bipolar so when he’s manic he doesn’t sleep much so be prepared

He’s amazing to cuddle he’s soooo squishy (idk if you know what I mean😭) he likes being little spoon he can’t fall asleep unless your cuddling him

He has some squish mellows but he doesn’t cuddle them anymore cuz he has you

He’s a blanket hog he gets cold when he sleeps but he can’t sleep unless it’s cold so he has fans everywhere

He can’t sleep in silence he leaves the tv on or a fan

Has nightmares about the car accident when he wakes up he holds you so tight and cry’s as you calm him down

9/10 to share a bed with

Jeff

Like Toby he sleep talks but he all so sleepwalks

You’ll fall asleep cuddling him and wake up in the middle of the night and he’s doing a fucking cartwheel

He gets really bad nightmares like Toby he’ll wake up crying don’t say anything just hold him

He’s all so really good to cuddle your definitely being the little spoon

I headcannon Jeff to be a fucking perv so when your cuddling he’ll put his hands under your shirt and touch your boobs

Not a blanket hog he gets hot when he sleeps so he’ll stop cuddling you after awhile cuz he’s hot :(

Doesn’t go to bed till like 2am so you’ll probably already asleep when he goes to bed

8/10 to share a bed with

Liu

Our sweet boy as such a hard time trying to go to sleep after what happened with Jeff

You’ll have to calm him down and get him relaxed enough to fall asleep you’ll have to keep telling him it’s ok and nothing will happen

You’ll probably have to drug him with NyQuil

Once he finally falls asleep he’s so cuddly he’s the little spoon

He gets terrible nightmares about the incident with his brother he wakes up in so much fear pls hold and comfort him

Like Toby he sleeps cold he’s holding on to you for dear life cuz he’s so cold

10/10 to share a bed with

Tim

Bro flops around like a fish

Omfg Its like sharing a bed with a coked out monkey

Like he moves so much that you have to yell at him in the middle of the night to lay still

He gets up in the middle of the night to smoke so if you wake up and he’s not there he’s smoking

Your the little spoon he sleeps hot so some point he’ll stop cuddling you

There’s a couple cigarette burns in the blankets

His room smell like cigarettes it’s really strong

He super cuddly he’ll hold you like he’ll never see you again

You’ll probably be asleep when he goes to bed you never know when he’s going to be home

Honestly a 8/10

X virus

Cody doesn’t go to bed till like 4am y’all sleep in the basement cuz slender doesn’t let him up stairs till his showered and washed his hand 4 times

It’s really cold in the basement so he has a lot of blankets

He stays up all night making viruses that probably could start a apocalypse if a zombie out break happens the virus came from the slender mansions basement

Once he finally goes to bed he just flops down beside you he’s the little spoon he lays there waiting on you to cuddle him

Before he gets in y’all’s bed he showers so chemicals don’t get on the bed

A solid 9/10 you might catch a deadly virus

Ben

Like Cody bro doesn’t go to bed till like 6am he’s up all night he really doesn’t need sleep cuz he’s not human

You’ll have to force him to go to sleep

Once you convince him to lay with you he’ll cuddle you your the little spoon

He has so many blankets and stuffed animals most of them are video game characters

His rooms really cold so you’ll need all of the blankets

As you fall asleep he’ll play with your hair

Once you fall asleep he gets back up and starts playing a video game :(

10/10 unless your a light sleeper

Sorry some of these are short but hope you enjoyed

Take your coin slot ass to bed I know your reading this at like 2am

Eat something drinks some water and GO TO BED love ya

[artist-issues]

For Valentino, in the Wish trailer, I think the problem with him is that he feels so... marketable. The first time I looked at him, my brain automatically spat out, "This is the tie-in plush for this movie they'll sell at Build-a-Bear, $35 for the goat, $5 for a soundchip with five to six of his phrases from the movie, $15-20 for the little romper suit he's wearing." (Saying this as a former employee of that store.)

Flounder, Cinderella's birds and mice, and Abu are all characters their movies could have done without, but they also act as friends, companions, and confidants to the main characters, give them someone to talk to so they can share their inner thoughts with the audience in a way that doesn't feel forced, and lend aid in times of distress (Flounder helps Ariel make it to shore once she's turned human so she doesn't drown in the middle of the ocean and helps her get to Erik's ship to stop Ursula, the mice and Abu both arrive with keys to help free Aladdin and Cinderella when they're imprisoned).

Valentino gives the vibe that he's both meant to riff on this and sell as many toys as possible.

Yeah I keep getting the same feeling from Wish. “Ugh, another [insert Disney formula element here.]” But I can’t figure out why. I remember when Tangled and Frozen and Princess and the Frog hit theaters. I never felt that way looking at the trailers. I never felt that exasperation. I like the formula. I think the formula is good. I really don’t mind it when a character is cute, appealing to watch, and therefore merchandisable because that’s part of all character design principals. I don’t get exasperated by the formula… But I do for Wish’s trailers.

I don’t know if that’s because my opinion on Disney has changed, or because some subtle lazy thing is present in the trailers that I can’t put into words yet.

Anyway. A word on sidekicks (because you brought them up and maybe analyzing them will help us figure out why Valentino feels the way he does:)

Flounder is a great character because he not only gives Ariel someone to talk to and interact with, but because he’s a subtle contrast to her. She is brave and never gives up: he is fearful. He even has a tiny bit of character development from standing in Ariel’s shadow. At the beginning of the movie, she has to coax him to stick with her and enjoy their adventures. At the end, he is towing her along and fighting eels bravely.

Same thing with Abu. He’s what everyone would expect Aladdin the Street Rat to be: a grabby, selfish, greedy little thief who’s only out for himself apart from his friendship with Aladdin. Having Abu to scold and correct and coax brings out the compassion in Aladdin, so that the audience can see: here’s how everyone sees Aladdin, but the monkey proves that he’s the opposite of that.

CINDERELLA is forever my favorite to talk about and one of the best examples of the sidekick formula so excuse me while I geek out for a moment: did you know that in Charles Perrault’s fairy tale story, on which Disney’s Cinderella is based, there are no animal sidekicks? There aren’t any helpful birds or mice in the Perrault version. There are some in the Brothers’ Grimm version, but they’re birds. Not mice.

Walt Disney added mice, not just because they worked for his “animation’s gotta have gags for the kids” philosophy, but because the fact that they’re mice says something about who Cinderella is. The audience gets to see that this girl, who spends all day working for wicked stepsisters, spends her free time doing what? Working some more, on clothes for mice. Even if she weren’t being bossed around, she would still be a hard worker. She would still be kind to the lowest, most pitiable creatures. She would still be helping unfortunate creatures out of traps. She would still be finding the good points in creatures that are usually thought of as vermin, disgusting, nuisances, and thieves.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe Valentino feels annoying because he doesn’t bring anything out of the new princess, Asha…yet. We haven’t seen the movie yet! Hang on to hope. He might still be a character with his own flaws and arc to go through; he might still be one-dimensional, but the opposite of one of Asha’s dimensions.

I do think you can know things about a movie from the trailer, but when you try to analyze Wish’s trailers honestly, you can only get:

Valentino is happy about talking

Valentino apparently has an affinity for wood (or is constantly itchy?)

Valentino is brave (he responds to new things like leaves swirling with wonder-expressions, and he’s chasing the shooting star with interest instead of fear like Asha, and looks confident and sassy on stage when Asha looks a little awkward.)

Valentino has a zest for life. (I think he’s saying “life is to be lived!” to the chickens before Asha opens the door and the chickens do the singing dance number. And then obviously he’s trying to inspire them.)

That’s not much to go on, but then, neither are the things we can learn about Asha, or the King, or anything in those trailers. So I’m trying to stamp down on that sighing thing in my brain that somehow started hating the Disney formula in the trailers, until I watch it.

[mesozoic-system]

FAVORITE ROTTMNT CANON FACTS AND HEADCANONS ((MASSIVE SPOILERS!!!))

Don't be afraid to share your thoughts, opinions, and ideas! Comment which headcanons you agree or disagree with! I love hearing your feedback!!!!

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Favorite Canon Facts About Donnie

He's a soft shell turtle.

He loves to dance.

He's autistic.

His true passion is botany.

He hates being touched, but can sometimes tolerate it.

He's unfamiliar with strong emotions and will become confused.

He draws on his eyebrows.

He has an intense chronic fear of beach balls, bees, and spiders.

His favorite music genre is techno.

His gamer tag is "Bootyyyshaker9000".

His least favorite animals are monkeys.

His "type" are "cute but mean".

He doesn't like Hawaiin Pizza.

He's bad at sports.

He covers his neck when he's in danger.

He knows ASL.

He considers S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as his son.

Favorite Headcanons About Donnie

Their pronouns are He/They

While experiencing autistic burnout, he'll become nonverbal and use sign-language or whisper to communicate.

They're also sensitive to loud noises at these times, and Raph always has to remind everyone to keep it down.

If he's been injured on his back without his battleshell (but not drastically), he'll have trouble breathing and enter an anxiety attack (turtles' lungs are located right underneath their shell).

They're aroace and would rather focus on science than dating.

He doesn't oppose wearing skirts or dresses. He finds them comfy.

While growing up, they had a tendency to swallow food whole, so Splinter had to cut it small until they learned how to eat properly.

He lets April paint his nails alongside Mikey, but only prefers the colors purple, black, or both.

He's an insomniac.

They rarely cuss, but will do so if they get very angry or frustrated.

He puts his legs on other people's laps when sitting on a coach no matter who it is.

They know the FNAF lore by heart to every detail and spent months putting the pieces together.

However, he has different theories than MatPat.

They needed braces when their adult teeth grew in.

Favorite Canon Facts About Mikey

He's a ornate box turtle.

Out of all of his brothers, he looks up to Leo the most.

His gamer tag is "Flavortown".

His favorite music genre are boy bands.

He's interested in horoscopes.

He has ADHD.

He chooses scissors every time in Rock, Paper, Scissors.

He's the youngest of his brothers.

He's the family cook.

His favorite superheroes are Batman and Superman.

He loves to draw, paint, and color.

He has three known alter-egos: Dr. Delicate Touch, Dr. Feelings, and Dr. Positive.

He has ADHD.

Favorite Headcanons About Mikey

His pronouns are He/She.

Like Donnie, she enjoys wearing skirts, but instead of occasionally, she wears them as often as she can.

He and April are always painting amazing graffiti art in the sewer tunnels.

She hides in her shell when she's overwhelmed, startled, or upset until she calms down.

His favorite type of dancing is freestyle.

She loves rollerskating just as much as skateboarding.

He once found a raccoon, mistook it for a cat, and begged Splinter to let him keep it.

She was not allowed to keep the raccoon.

Because he loves art, his sibling's walls are covered in his drawings.

She flops down on a couch or chair every time she sits down.

He'll sometimes say random things out of the blue, but not realize he said it out loud until the others acknowledge it. Sometimes, they don't react to spare him the embarrassment, being that it's normal for him.

She loves Disney movies and sings along to all the songs, even if she doesn't know the words.

After using his mystic powers for the first time during the movie, his hands became shaky and painful. They eventually became better, but he had to go through the "What if I'm like this forever" phase.

She's pansexual.

He cussed once but didn't know what it meant.

Favorite Canon Facts About Leo

He's a red-eared slider.

His favorite music genre is glam rock.

He's really good at basketball.

He's fluent in Spanish.

He loves cracking jokes, especially in the middle of a battle.

He's the fastest runner among his brothers.

Favorite Headcanons About Leo

His pronouns are He/Him.

He's gay but very flirty with any gender- but only if it's to smooth-talk them into doing something for him.

He likes freestyle dancing along with Mikey.

He's rickrolled his entire family at least twice each.

He used to bite a lot as a kid, especially when he was teething.

He doesn't discriminate between dogs and cats.

He has excellent medical training.

He may not take a lot of things seriously, but when Donnie began using sign language, he was the one to encourage everyone else to learn it. He was even fluent long before anyone else was.

He prefers to wear sweats.

He has ADHD, like Mikey.

He hates reading.

He and Donnie share a twin's connection, meaning they can hear each other's thoughts and sense their emotions if they're strong enough.

He was absolutely heart-broken when Raphael died in the apocalyptic future, but Donnie's death changed him permanently because their connection was severed.

He's an insomniac.

Favorite Canon Facts About Raph

He is a snapping turtle.

His catchphrase is "Like a Boss!"

He loves animals.

He regularly speaks in the third-person.

He's the eldest of his brothers.

He's allergic to peanuts.

Whenever he's on the phone with any of his brothers, he speaks in a gentle tone as if talking to an infant.

His favorite music genre is Rhythm and Blues.

He has separation anxiety.

He wears a retainer headset at night.

He has an obsession with pushing big, red buttons.

He's terrible at taking pictures.

He lets off several scents depending on his emotions if they're strong.

He likes to dress in drag and animal costumes.

He loves to spar.

He loves stuffed animals and plushies.

Big heart, small brain, short temper.

Favorite Headcanons About Raph

His pronouns are He/She.

Two of her hobbies are baking and knitting, both of which she's become really good at.

He loves strawberries. And no, not just because they're red.

To her brothers' amusement, she's a raging video-gamer and gets upset when she loses, but not when playing with Mikey.

He loves hugs, snuggling, and holding hands with his brothers and April.

She likes Kool-Aid, but only because it stains her mouth different colors.

He sometimes has trouble communicating and stammers a lot, especially when stressed.

She can't have straws because she always chews on them, even if they're the reusable ones. She once destroyed Mikey's curly straw by accident, but bought a whole new pack as an apology. She was only able to afford it because she did Donnie's chores to earn enough money.

He loves to sing, even though he's no good at it.

She's bisexual.

He's excellent at comforting others when they need it.

After the movie, she needed to wear an eyepatch.

Favorite Canon Facts About April

She's not afraid of a fight, even if her opponent is bigger and stronger than her.

She's rather intelligent.

She gets along well with everyone she meets unless they're mean to her or do something bad.

She loves to play video games.

She is Splinter's student and is currently learning Ninjutsu.

She has accurate aim and can use anything as a weapon.

Hating April for her "new race" is racist. Stop it.

Favorite Headcanons About April

It's pronouns are They/It.

They're nonbinary.

It worked overtime to suprise the boys with Nintendo Switches.

They consider the Hamato family as their own and call the turtles their brothers often.

It's bisexual.

They snap at anyone who misgenders or uses the wrong pronouns for any of their siblings.

It loves sleepovers.

They're dating Sunita.

The first time it wore a binder, everyone noticed instantly and started panicking until it told them.

Favorite Canon Facts About Splinter

He always falls asleep after drinking milk and eating cake.

He used to date Big Mama.

He refers to his sons as their mask's colors.

He can turn the lights off in any room he's in with a clap of his hands, giving him an advantage by using the darkness.

He was a professional actor before his mutation.

He's a really good singer.

He's able to sew rather well.

He can move faster than an eye could follow.

He can set different parts of his body on fire at will.

Favorite Headcanons About Splinter

His pronouns are He/Him.

He had to put leashes on the turtle tots to keep track of them.

He can actually be a good dad if he really needs to be.

Although he rarely says it out loud, he is extremely proud of all of his sons, but secretly wishes he had done more for them as they grew up.

He was extremely protective of Donnie as he grew up and took great favor in making sure she was safe because of his soft shell. The others never got jealous of all the attention she got because they knew how important it was to keep him safe- Well... maybe Leo did a few times. When she grew up and made himself a battleshell, Splinter finally relaxed.

Headcanons About All

The turtles shed their skin and shells annually.

[lautbarat]

Laut Barat Daya

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile? Dear Prudence, like a little child. The clouds will be a daisy chain, so let me see you smile again.

Act I—Introduction

Allow me to introduce myself—Laut Barat Daya is the name that will travel with me through the winds of time, whispered and remembered. I’m a man—I go by he/his—though in this space, labels tend to dissolve. I am a final-year student, presently lost in the maze of my thesis, with thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. I prefer to work where the sky is open and the walls don’t close in. There’s a certain comfort in meeting new faces, weaving connections, and sharing fleeting moments with others.

Born in July under the bold sign of Leo, I am both the flame and the shadow. An ENFP, they say? Full of energy and curiosity, yet oddly seeking quiet moments to recharge. It seems ENFPs are the introverts among extroverts, always finding solace in solitude after the storm of social interaction.

Act II—Music

I listen to music the way a poet listens to the wind—seeking stories, emotions, and energy in every note. My heart beats strongest for rock, punk, classic rock, and grunge. From the timeless hum of The Beatles to the electric pulse of The Strokes, from The Lemon Twigs' raw sound to the raw emotion of My Chemical Romance. The Everly Brothers stir memories of a past era, while The Libertines make me long for rebellion, and The Smiths paint melancholy in colors I can’t escape. Indie rock? Yes, please—Arctic Monkeys and Reality Club keep me grounded in the here and now, their melodies carrying me through the days. But ultimately, it’s always the guitar, the rhythm, and the rawness that call me back.

Act III—Movies

Film is a journey through countless worlds, each with its own rules, and I wander them all. But if you ask where my heart lingers, it will always be with Anime. Attack on Titan's bleak reality, Naruto's strength in struggle, Hunter X Hunter's endless maze of challenges. Jujutsu Kaisen’s fierce magic, Kimetsu No Yaiba’s brotherhood and blood, Kakegurui’s perilous gamble, and Junji Ito’s unsettling darkness—these are the stories that linger, each one leaving an imprint on my soul.

Outside of Anime, I find solace in horror—The Conjuring and Insidious fuel the thrill of fear. And when dragons clash for a throne, Game of Thrones pulls me in with its webs of power and betrayal.

Act IV—To Conclude

To you, Dear Prudence, who’s taken the time to wander through my words—thank you. I hope this gives you a glimpse into who I am, a taste of the person behind the screen. If you’re open to it, let’s build something genuine, a connection that holds weight beyond just the pixels.

⚠️ Do Not Follow, If your world is built on hate, prejudice, or drama—if your beliefs exclude others, or if you're underage—please refrain from following me. This space is a sanctuary for respect and kindness. I appreciate your understanding.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hello there ! I would like to ask for a match-up please♡ <:) possibly with TFP Autobots or Cons (only if you feel like doing it♡)

My name is Michaela and i'm 19. My height is 5'3 (159cm) and i am a ginger with mid long hair, freckles all over my face and honey brown colored eyes. My skin is pretty pale so i ususally wear light colored clothes like soft green and cream colored shirts (i mostly wear very baggy clothes cause i'm pretty slim) etc.♡ ^^

I'd say i'm pretty calm/shy person but sometimes my zoomies hit in and i have the urge to run around and playfight with anyone and anything i see (i love playfighting) :D i also very much enjoy spiritual conversations, stargazing, playing games and i'm also a sucker for atronomy. I love learning all about space. I'm pretty loyal and affectionate (ahem touch starved ahem) person what comes to friends and family i'm very protective of them. I am used to helping people so of course if you ask me for any help or anything in particular i am here to help. <3 I often try to play things cool and calm when anything bad happens but i am actualy screaming on the inside. I'm very careful and fearfull. I'm also trying to be open minded as much as possible and kind to everyone as long as they are kind to me back. I am basically your mirror. I also LOVE animals. Mostly parrots😭❤️ they are just so adorable when they show you affection🥺 the type of person when they see a random cat on street to stop by and just pet it or any animal😭❤️

Now what comes to my body i have a pear shaped body with pretty thin waist and a lot of small and big marks all over my arms, hands and legs. I sadly suffer from asthma so i need my inhaler at all costs if i ever get a asthma attack <:/ i am also lactose intolerant so milk is another no no for me. I rather spend time indoors but still i'm open minded for a nice car ride to any lake or water. I love swimming especially in sea.^^♡♡ my fav colors are orange, yellow, turquoise, black, soft green and white♡

I think that's all. I apologize if this is chaotic but i've never wrote a request :( i hope it's not too much♡♡ if you couldn't come up with anything feel free not to write anything at all <3 thank you so so much !♡♡♡♡

A daily note to take care of yourself, to drink water and eat enough food to keep yourself healthy !♡ ^^

I match you with: Optimus Prime!

You met Optimus during a Decepticon attack. You of course were taken to the base and assigned a guardian- Optimus Prime himself. Optimus first kept you at a distance, not wanting to get too close to you in fear you’d be used against him by the Decepticons. 

One day when Optimus was driving you home you yelled at him to stop. You were both in a secluded area out in the country. You jumped out of his cab as soon as he came to a stop and squealed in delight. He transformed thinking something was wrong but saw you looking at the sky.

“What are you looking at?” Optimus asked.

“The stars, the moon- everything.” You sighed happily. “In the cities, the smog makes it hard to see the stars. Here, you can see everything. It’s amazing.”

Optimus looked at you in awe, then to the sky. He’d forgotten what it was like to just enjoy the wonders of the world. He sat down and looked down when he felt something on his hand. You were cuddling to him for warmth as you fell asleep. He made sure that you got home safely, even going as far as placing you gently in your bed from your open window.

Optimus began taking you on regular trips to see things you liked. One time he took you to the ocean so you could play in the water. You didn’t care you were missing your swimsuit and simply ran in head first. Ratchet later scolded you when you got sick.

One day he took you to the jungle to see some monkeys and parrots, and you ended up being attacked by a tiger. He quickly scooped you into his hand and away from the tiger trying to eat you. 

When you started to breathe oddly after the tiger attack, he ran to Ratchet. Ratchet shook his head at you and handed you your inhaler. Optimus asked you what it was, and Ratchet explained. Optimus was concerned and began treating you even more like precious glass.

When it came to Decepticons, you were very cautious. You would always run and hide and call the base. One day a Vehicon scooped you up to hold you hostage against the Prime and you were terrified. You were frozen in their servo while they mocked Optimus.

“Let them go!” Arcee growled out.

“Fat chance Autobot scum!” They squeeze you tighter and you begin to panic. Your asthma begins to act up and the Vehicon looks down at you in confusion. “Is it broken?” 

Bumblebee takes the opportunity to slam into the Decepticon and snatch your body flying through the air. The rest of the Autobots quickly defeat the Vehicons and take you back to base to get your inhaler. From that moment on, Optimus was so scared you’d die before he could confess his feelings.

Optimus picked you up and placed you on his shoulder as he went to the top of the base. He sat down and offered his hands to climb on. He looked down at you with love. “I… must confess something.” 

You looked up with a knowing expression. “I love you too, Optimus.” 

The shock on his face was priceless. He then smiled softly, pulling you closer to his face. “Thank you, little star.”