#I’ll add in MK why not

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES YES YES DO IT

If the sets do indicate what’s going down and the group really are going to be visiting Ao Guang again, I hope Ao Guang effectively has a heart attack when he sees Nezha with them (assuming Nezha doesn’t get sidelined by one-punch ice or something like that again).

Not cause I hate the guy, I think he’s pretty alright honestly (compared to other figures of authority in Journey to the West at least).

But rather because it would be hilarious to see the esteemed Dragon of the East metaphorically shit his pants upon seeing the first person (as far as I know) who kicked his ass, accompanying the now very glitchy, furry, and crater-creating-prone disciple of the Monkey King, who also made Ao Guang effectively eat the seabed (at least in regards to pride. I don’t think they ever actually fought in the book as far as I know).

You can’t tell me he’d have fully moved on from that. He definitely hadn’t moved on from Monkey King stealing the staff, at least not completely. And the monkey guy only got it cause he was intimidating the dragon, who didn’t wanna get beaten to a pulp again. Nezha kicked Ao Guang’s ass when the former was a kid. Not to mention killed his son, or at the very least kicked his ass too. That MF is gonna remember!

[quinn-pop]

magolor does not know how to be a real person part 5

bro has vulnerability issues so bad he can only laugh at them

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Need You

Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Nathan wants to go to sleep.

A/N: Guess who's being all sappy againnnn.

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, self-indulgent as HECK, swearing, Nathan being a little shit, reader being a little shit too, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 758

You hear Nathan before you see him, practically stomping down the corridor. Most of the time he was surprisingly light footed and took a perverse glee in sneaking up on you at any available opportunity. So that fact that he was being so obvious about where he was now was most certainly to send you a message. 

The message of: hurry the fuck up and come to bed. 

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. 

As the office door opened you pretended to ignore it, not even looking up from your screen as you typed. 

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Nathan’s outline in the doorway, his hands on his hips as he watched you, the air of unimpressed rolling off him in waves. 

You count the seconds in your head, one, two, three, four…

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grumbled, padding into the room and standing next to you. 

“Working.” 

“It’s late.”

You don’t look up from your screen. “So?” 

“So?” 

“So?”

He groans. “Fucking turn that off.” 

You school your face into a scowl, despite the fact you want to giggle, and glare at him. “I’m working, you’re always working weird hours.”

“You were working five minutes ago, you were looking at lego sets.” He crosses his arms.

“Monitoring my computer?” You smirk.

“Always.”

“It’s research.” You stress.

“No, it’s not.” 

You turn back to your computer screen, but don’t even bother to pretend to hit the keys. 

Nathan lets out a humph. 

“Why do you want me to stop looking at Lego sets?” You ask as innocently as you can, looking back up at him. 

Nathan swallows, still scowling. 

You smile, sickenly sweet as glee runs through your veins. Slowly, you move to go back to what you were doing, purposefully moving languidly to drag the seconds out.

He breaks sooner than you thought he would.

“Fine, I’ll buy you every fucking Lego set that has ever been made, hell, I’ll buy you three. One to build, one to keep and one to burn-”

“That’s a waste, Nathan.”

He ignores your interjection, but he rolls his eyes at you, “if you just turn off the computer.”

“Why?” You don’t look at him. 

He grumbles again.

“Why Nathan?” You ask in a sing-song voice. 

“Don’t make me say it.” He mutters.

“Sorry?” You cup your hand to your ear in an over the top fashion just to tease him, “I didn’t catch that?” 

He groans, flopping his hands to his sides, looking momentarily like a toddler about to throw themselves on the floor for not getting their own way. 

“I want to go to sleep.” He huffs out.

“Sorry?” You can’t help but push him.

“I want to go to sleep.” He repeats, louder and clearer, and definitely with more exasperation.

You look up at him, giving him your full and undivided attention. “So?” 

He glares at you, a storm brewing on his forehead. But instead of saying something rude or marching off, he takes a deep breath. “I would like to go to sleep with you in bed next to me,” he pauses for half a second, pushing the frown from his face before he adds, “please.”

Surprisingly the word isn’t said begrudgingly. 

He catches the small flicker of shock on your face and he kneels down next to you, battering his eyes dramatically and putting his hands on your knees. 

“Please come to bed with me?” He says in an awful baby voice. 

You burst out laughing. “Stop, don’t ever do that fucking voice again.”

“Why?” He blinks harder, continuing the voice and somehow making it worse. 

You playfully go to push his cheek softly away, but he catches your wrist in his hand lightening fast as he kisses your wrist. 

“Please?” He repeats, still babyfied. 

“Will you stop that voice if I say yes?” You giggle. 

And he nods looking up at you softly, still battering his eyes. 

You snort. “Alright. You’re so silly.”

“No?” He grins and kisses your palm.

“Yes. All you needed to do was admit you’d like me to come to bed with you.” 

“Hmm,” he snuffles closer on his knees, pushing your legs lightly apart. “Need me to tell you I need you, huh? You that pathetic?” He teases.

“Yes.” You say bluntly, smiling, knowing that’s not what he expects.

There’s a flicker of surprise for a second before a soft smile pulls at his lips. “I need you, baby,” he says silkily, knowing that’s not what you expect either.

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bad guy (Joel Miller x Reader)

summary: since joel came to jackson, you only had eyes for him. but he didn't had eyes for you.... well, he did. but he hid behind a facade of a cold, mean asshole.

trigger warnings: 18+, minors dni, mature content included, some angst, fluff, explicit language, mention of guns, smut (f!nger!ng, p in v, mention of daddy k!mk, praising, degrading), age gap (reader in his 20s, joel in his 50s)

words: 2k

a/n: hey guys, so, this is my first post after a long break now. this was my first time writing smut, i'm still learning yk, but I hope you like it! Please keep in my mind that english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for spelling mistakes and stuff.

Also I wrote this while driving to Croatia and I'm still sitting in the car, so yeah. There'll be a part 2 of this ff:) now, I wish y'all a fun time reading<3

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Why do girls always love the bad guy? Why can’t I just find normal people attractive? And especially men in my age, you think.

Obviously I can’t, because I love Joel fucking Miller.

Since he came with this girl Ellie to Jackson, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You tried, you really tried. But no, Joel stayed in your mind. Every fucking time he walked past you, butterflies flew in your stomach like crazy. When he looked at you, your heartbeat speeded up. And god, when he talked to you, even for just 10 seconds, you needed to squeeze your legs together, because you couldn’t bear the ache between your legs.

But sadly, he didn’t talked to you often, he didn’t look at you, he just always walked past you. Sometimes you two had to go on patrol, but to be honest, he was an asshole. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, he was mean. He was so cold towards you. The only person where he softened up, was Ellie. You and her got along well, she is a smart girl, with a big mouth, but still smart.

But, what did you expect? He’s like doubled your age. But you always found men, who could be your dad, more attractive than boys in your age. Older men are more mature and… they have experience.

With every boy you slept in your age, has never made you cum, never.

Not to mention your daddy issues.

Actually, you’re on patrol with him right now. It was quiet, very quiet, while you walk through a abounded building with him. You’ve met some clickers on your way, but they were easy to kill. “So, was it already so quiet when Tommy was out on patrol?”, you ask him while you reload your gun. “‘haven’t talked to him”, he answers cold. You look at him confused, because they usually always exchange about their patrols.

“Why didn’t you?”, you ask curiously.

“Why would you care?”, he scoffs and doesn’t even look at you. He stands up and continues to walk.

Asshole.

“We have to move, come on”, he adds. You just roll your eyes at him, get up and follow him. “Well I care, because we have to know what we have to expect.”, you mumble pissed.

He turns around to look at you with a stern look. “If you would shut your fucking mouth, maybe we could hear what we have to expect”

Yeah, that’s it.

“You know what, I don’t fucking care. I understand that we’re definitely not friends, but that doesn’t mean you have to act like the arrogant bastard you are.”, you speak upset. “Guess what, I don’t like you either, but at least I try to be nice to you!”

“Shut up.”, he whispers harshly.

“You want me to shut up?! Did I hurt your ego because someone finally said how you really are, Joel Miller?! I swear I’ll soon kick you in your non-exciting balls-“ He suddenly slams you against the wall and covers your mouth with his hand. “I said, be. quiet.”, he growls quietly. You try to move and push him away, but he’s too strong.

As you give up and stare into his eyes, you hear it too, stalkers.

You feel how the speed of your heartbeat increases and feel the big ache between your legs again, but even stronger as the last time’s. His chest was pressed onto yours and you sense his hot breath on your neck. While Joel’s concentrated on the sound of the stalkers, you get a chance to admire his face closely. His hazel eyes, his lips… and his nose.

Fuck.

As the stalker noises get quiet and disappear, you gulp as he stares into your eyes. He releases your mouth from his hand and you take a deep breath. “s-so.. where was I-?”, he cuts you off.

“You really can’t shut up, can you?”, he raises an eyebrow at you as he asks.

“You fucking basta-“, suddenly he smashes his lips on yours. That’s when you get quiet. Your heart was beating out of your chest while you were melting under his touch. You can’t resist and wrap your arms around his neck while kissing him back.

Joel’s hands run up your curves while he’s pulling you even closer to his body. You feel how his dick begins to harden under the fabric of his jeans. He stops kissing your lips and continues to place kisses on your neck to leave you with his marks. You whimper softly as you feel how his hand glides down your stomach. As Joel slides his hand under your pants, he touches your already wet panties. “god, were you so desperate to be touched? you dirty little girl.”, he whispers in your ear and nibbles on it. “Fuck, Joel-“, you breathe. He pushes your panties aside and his thumb starts to rub your clit slightly.

“you need to be quiet, darling.”, he whispers again as you feel his hot breath on your neck again. As you nod and give him your permission he slides two of his fingers into your core. “Joel- I-“, you begin to breath heavy. You really tried to keep quiet, but as he starts to pump his fingers into you… “Joel, I can’t-“, you moan, that’s when he puts his hand over your mouth again.

“keep fucking quiet, you’re gonna’ get us killed..”, he growls as he stares into your eyes.

While he continues shoving his fingers inside you, your hands make your way to his belt. As you start to unbuckle it, he slaps your hands away. “not here.”, he whispers harshly.

“Please Joel-, I need you.”, you whine.

“No.”, he says with his deep voice, which even more aroused you. You start to feel your climax coming nearer, so does Joel as your inner walls squeeze his fingers gently. “Joel, I’m gonna-“, you cry out and he immediately covers your mouth again. “thats it, baby.. cum all over my fingers, darling…”, he whispers right into your ear and that’s when you reach your climax. He presses his hand onto your mouth to quiet down your moan and a slight smirk appears on his face. As your legs are still shaking, your hands try to unbuckle his belt again, but this time, he lets you do it.

“Fuck, y/n… you really want to get us killed, don’t you”, Joel groans quietly.

“Please Joel-, just-“, he cuts you off while slamming his lips onto yours again. He flicks his younger against yours and gasps as your hand touches his clothed dick. “Goddammit, y/n!”, he growls.

“Please Joel, I need you inside of me-“, that’s when he can’t resist your begging and he turns you around the wall and pushes you against it. “‘risking to get killed, just to be fucked by daddy’s cock”, he whispers and you hear how he pushes his pants down, which leaves a smile on your face. He takes his dick into his hand and rubs the tip at your wet pussy. His other hand glides to your mouth again, because he knows you definitely can’t keep quiet.

And he’s right.

You cry out loud as he pushes his shaft into your throbbing core.

God, he’s big.

“Fuck.”, he exhales. He begins to thrust into you while your moans get louder, he presses his hand harder on your mouth. “Such a good girl, taking my dick so fucking good”, Joel praises which makes you squirm under his grip. His other hand rests on your waist and his breath starts to get heavier. As he increases the speed, you feel how your legs begin to shake again. “how long have you been waiting for this, hm…?”, he breathes into your ear and wraps his arm around you to pull you closer. Joel begins to hit your g-spot and as your breath becomes heavier, your moans do too.

“Use your words, princess”, he groans into your ear.

“S-since you came here-“, you try to answer while he’s trying to muffle your moans again. You hear him chuckle. “‘never thought that you’re such a dirty girl”, he whispers. “‘squeezing my dick real good- you’re gonna’ cum?”. You nod.

“Words.”, he growls. “Y-yes, I’m gonna cum!”, you whine and you rech your climax. As your pussy tightens around his cock, you hear his groan and feel how he fills you up with his cum, leaving you two breathless.

.

.

.

As we walked back to Jackson, he was quiet, too quiet. “‘you’re okay?”, you ask concerned and also confused while he’s walking in front of you. “This was a mistake”, he growls and keeps walking. “What- I don’t understand-“, you mumble confused and grab after his hand so he stops walking. “What don’t you understand?”, he speaks louder and pulls his hand away. “This, was a mistake”, he points with his finger at you and himself. “A fucking big one.”, he growls and turns around to walk. “So, after you just fucked the shit out of me in a building full of zombies, you tell me that this was a mistake?!”, you almost shout and walk after him.

I can’t believe him, you think.

“yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”, he points out and it seems like he really doesn’t care. “Are you kidding me right now?! Don’t you notice how fucked up this is?! You fuck me and now tell me it was a mistake, and you don’t even feel bad!”, you shout after him upset and try not to tear up. “Exactly”, he just answers coldly.

“And now what huh?!”, you try to grab his hand again and finally get him stop walking. He turns around and just looks at you, his eyes were pitch black now. You don’t see any emotions in his face.

“Now, we’re going our separate ways”, he grumbles coldly.

.

.

.

Why do girls always love the bad guy?, you think.

It’s already been two months since it happens with Joel. And like he said, we’re going our separate ways. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t talked to you and he didn’t even went on patrols with you anymore. And you really tried to hate him, and did because of what he did, but you couldn’t get this night with him out of your mind anymore. Every time you close your eyes, you feel his lips on yours and his dick thrusting deep into you.

So, since he really didn’t felt bad and ignored you like you don’t exist, you tried to keep on with your life and tried dating again. You’ve met a really nice boy, Jack. He was two years older than you and he really was a gentleman. He was nice, kind and lovely. He made you laugh and feel safe. Since Joel didn’t go on patrols with you again, he did. And it was fun. Today you’ve had your third date already and as you walk into the bar, you see Joel sitting there.

Fuck.

And that’s when it hits your memory again. His hand pressed on your mouth, his hot breath on your neck and his dick pounding into you. You got pulled out of your mind, as you feel Jack’s hand on your waist. “Hey there, beautiful”, he says with his sweet smile. “Hey”, you smile back and go with him to your table. You thought Joel didn’t notice you, but he did. He saw you with this guy before, and god it has made him jealous. But Joel’s good at hiding his feelings, always hiding how he looks at you in secret.

You and Jack had a good time. Sometimes you took a glance at Joel, but his back was turned towards you. As you two finished eating, you stood up and wanted to look after Joel, but he wasn’t sitting there anymore. “I’ll pay real quick, you can wait outside”, Jack says and places a kiss on your cheek.

You nod and go outside. It’s already dark outside. A breeze of cold air flies against your body and you get goosebumps. That’s when you let your keys fall. “Fuck…”, you swear and try to see them in the dark. As you spot them, you bend down but suddenly someone else picks them up.

As you look up, you freeze:

“Joel.”

-> part 2

[enka-antix]

if possible could you explain Language of the Lost being on the Eclipse Au playlist???? I understand most of the vocaloid songs (which are all amazing picks btw, your tastes are wonderful) but that one kinda confuses me???? ...Which is probably because I don't know the source material & only your aus lol /genq /lh

OK this one's a little complicated to explain but I'll try my best.

So in general I see it as a song about like Wukongs loss of self in some sense. Wukong was trapped for so long with his memories having gotten proper messed up that he began to sort of question himself and what about him is still him and what was destroyed by the scroll. A lot of the song makes me think that it would like if it was an animatic have a bunch of flashbacks in there with a lot of the lyrics referencing small things about wukongs entrapment like the "calling out for somebody knowing I'll get no reply"

Theres also some lines that made me add it to the playlist like: "scary things i can’t recall"- referring to the memories he can't recall properly anymore. "i thought that i was safe now i’ll never be the same tossed aside for making a scene"- thought he was safe in the sense that he couldn't die but clearly he learned that isn't the case thanks to their fight (caused partially by him getting angry at Macaque under the mountain)

And than lastly the final part of lyrics is just *chefs kiss*

"but these fingers and these palms, full of love despite the scars they show indisputably i have so much more to grow oh, i can change i can evolve i can get up when i fall i’ll live contentedly i don’t need a reason why standing tall and standing strong i have found where I belong in the arms of somebody there is no more need to cry"

Do I need to explain how much that made me think of Wukong slowly growing to be a good person again thanks to the love and kindness shown to him especially by MK- like gosh! Makes me giddy-

But yeah I hope this horrid explanation help clear that up at least a little

[sensivs]

Had a question or a prompt for Soap, Ghost, König and Price with A boyfriend who has somewhat of an obsession with their booties XD like he sleeps on their butts not sure how you feel about him playing with them or rimming them even so I’ll let you decide to add that if you wanted would love to see it XD especially with a Big booty Ghost and Soap ;3

BIG BOOTY MEN FOR LIFEEEEEEE

SOAP, KÖNIG, GHOST, PRICE

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SOAP

- soap KNOWS that you love his ass

- he’s seen your stares and sees how you follow his ass wherever he goes

- he teases you abt it

- he notices how many times a day you ask him in bed to turn around to where his chest is on the mattress and his ass is in full view just for you to lay on it

- he finds it cute:)

- absolutely loves when you make a meal out of his ass

- five course meal for you my good sir 🧑‍🍳🍑

- THE RECOILLLL

- love it when you take him doggy style

- he’s just so obsessed with feeling your mouth on his ass

- it just turns him on so much

GHOST

- was a bit embarrassed when you first ate him out

- “stop staring Sargent your making me insecure..”

- his ass is very sensitive

- HIS ASS ALSO HAS THAT RECOIL

- (it makes the roblox coil sound when you smack it) (.. don’t ask me why I know that just take the information)

- he loves the feeling of his jiggly ass bouncing on your cock

- he’s a whore

- please do not smack his ass in public, he will get you back for that one day 1000x more worse

KÖNIG

- was actually the one who brought up you eating his ass

- König is secretly feral and I stand by that 🫡🫡🫡🫡

- loves riding your face

- almost broke your neck one time

- HIS ASS

- ITS SO..

- RAHHHHHDHAJDJKSSK

- (IK KÖNIG IS FLAT BUT HE HAS A FAT BOOTY IN MY EYES)

PRICE

- GAWD DAUYM

- THAT BOOTY

- ITS SO VOLUMINOUS

- he gives off so much powerbottom energy I can feel it in my balls

- HIS ASS IS SO GODDAMM DELICIOUS

- *SUCKS FINGERS*

- DELICIOUS ASS MEAL

- smack his ass in public and he’ll tease you until your BEGGING him to cum

- just a lil sum’ yknow?

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Mk guys we don’t talk abt how I didn’t finish this and accidentally posted it ok?

OK????

[cheesecakeluvs]

Damien x Priya, I need to talk about them

Right now Damiya shippers are lying dead on the ground and eating whatever scraps they can but I have hope for season 2, I have hope

Why would they make this perfect dynamic just to throw it all away

First off there is the obvious brains and brawn dynamic. Damien is obviously super smart going on rants n stuff about random facts and Priya is one of the most strong people on the show

Then there is their reason for joining. Priya had been training her whole life for this moment knowing exactly what she is getting into while Damien’s friends just dated him to sign up with him knowing absolutely nothing about it (such cruel friends)

Even season 1 gave us some good scenes and hints. With her blushing when he compliments her and even calling him “The love of her life” when in a time of panic. We also had Priya convincing the team to vote him off (It was sweet in the moment lol) and him helping her out at the end (which they were both very happy that Damien was picked) and trying to calm her down

Season 2 has given us… nothing… yet. The most we had were Damien making weird faces when Caleb and Priya were interacting but he also did those faces before they did so… yeah we have nothing. My one and only hope is that they do something with Caleb. To be honest I don’t really want Caleb to like her but I guess I wouldn’t be too opposed to a love triangle. Everyone thought there was going to be a Scary girl and Priya love triangle, obviously didn’t happen. Then people though Millie and Damien, didn’t happen. I don’t even like love triangles I just want Damiya. Doesn’t even have to be a love triangle Caleb could just be used to stir up jealousy

Something must be a wedge between the partnership of Caleb and Priya and I think it will either be Mk and Julia or Damien

Please we need something in the next few episodes because I know Priyas’s getting eliminated soon and if Damiya isn’t canon I don’t know what I’ll do with my life

Anyways, Damiya nation rise, we shall never give up, Damiya IS canon and WILL be real

Also if anyone has any other theories of stuff to add please tell

[crazy-fandom-madness]

Short little Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion) x Reader

It’s been a min since I’ve been in the MK fandom so sorry if this was OOC I tried the best I could with what I remembered enjoy

Summary: Hanzo’s past has never been a secret but he will stop at nothing to make sure you are warm at night

Words 700+

SFW/ Gender Neutral/ Little Angst/ Fluff/ Establish Relationship

It was no secret the Shirai Ryu Fire Garden was warm, no hot. It was quite nice to sit outside thought, sometimes watch Hanzo train. You would watch him for hours so fascinated. You often walked the gardens admiring the view as you walked about the garden sipping some tea. The sun was going down and you were sure he had to be done training for today, heading back. As you enter he was getting ready to rest, smiling you walk over and join him. “Busy day?” You knew the answer but still wanted to ask. “Of course but i manage my time well.” He said while opening a window to let some air in.Sure the garden was hot but at night it could get rather cold. “Maybe I should join you, I think it would do me good.” You could really use the meditation.

As you both lay down you go to cuddle him but stop, remembering that physical touch can be hard for him. After everything that happened to his wife and son, you understand and you will never push him to do something he isn’t comfortable with. “Goodnight Hanzo love you.” “Love you too, night.” You were able to sleep for a few hours before waking up shivering. You would get up to close to window but you were so cold, the blanket shielding you from freezing to death.Hanzo woke up noticing that you were shaking, thinking something was wrong he asked you. “Are you ok? Did you have a bad dream?” A hint of worry in his voice. “Oh uhh no sorry Hanzo, I didn’t mean to wake you I’m just cold that’s all.” Grabbing the blanket like your life depended on it.

He turned to face you and wrapped his arms around you. Hanzo has always been warm he is Scorpion so of course he would be warmer than anyone else. “Oh are you sure? I can get up and close the window I’ll be fine I don’t want to rush you.” Wanting to make sure he knew he didn’t want to do this knowing his history but he cut you off. “Please let me warm you up, I don’t mind at all.” He hugged you tighter letting with warm travel to your body. Letting you lean into his chest and smile, finally feeling the coldness leave your body. “Thank you Hanzo what would I ever do without you.” Giggling just a little as you look up to him. He places a small kiss on the top of your head. “Freeze to death.” He adds with a grin. “But I will never let that happen, not to you.” He closes his eyes and soon after you do too.

Sure dating Scorpion had its down sides but no matter how any you would always see the light at the end of the tunnel. When you wake up he’s already gone, training. As you start to wake up you notice how warm his said of the bed is. Without second thought you scoot over to his side and almost immediately fall back sleep. It smelt like him how could you not? Little did you know he was still here, making tea for you to share. Walking back into the room he couldn’t help but smile. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let you go, he wouldn’t let what happened to his family happen to you. And he knew he was succeeding. Placing down the tea he gently wakes you. “Morning did you sleep well? I’m not sure why I’m asking it sure looks like you did.”

Half sleep trying to get up you greet him and thank him for the tea. “I thought you would have been out by now? Is there is reason you’re not?” Sipping the tea a little worried. “Not at all I just wanted to spend the morning with you.” Smiling and putting down your tea you kiss him, and hold his face in your hands. “How did I get so lucky?” He always melted in your hands. “I think I’m the lucky one.” He added while holding you. “How about we head back to bed so I can keep you warm again how does that sound?” Without a word you hop back into bed and rest your head on his chest, letting him warm your heart yet again.

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@mk-writes-stuff you sent an ask but Tumblr has eaten this so many times but I WILL ANSWER IT

I'm just trying it in a normal post.

It's called the shop talk ask game (here)! Thanks so much for the ask!

🌓- Show us a snippet of a before and an after between drafts! What did you change and why?

This is a good one! Since TSP has been around for so long, I have five main drafts to pull from! One of the scenes that has always stayed is, of course, the discovery of the portal. I posted a WIP Wednesday a while back that went over the five different ways, but as a treat I'll post longer excerpts and go into detail about what changes.

This should be long, so it's under the cut!

Draft One (2013)

The beautiful blanket of May flowers stretched out all the way… to my house. <3 I sighed. Nothing was better than… “AAAHHH!!!” I whirled around. Aurora had disappeared! I moved the grass where she had been standing. A rock. A metal rock? I stood up, confused. I put my bag down, next to Aurora’s (which she probably dropped) and felt the rock with my hand. “AAAHHH!!!” I screamed. EVERYTHING WENT BLACK

In my defense, I was ten. No paragraphs, a random heart, no ending punctuation, random ellipses-- it's a mess! The action goes way too fast, the first sentence does nothing to convey the imagery I was going for, and Alexia and Aurora's personalities are not given a chance to shine at all in this. It's unclear what happened when Alexia touched the portal or why she passed out. Obviously, when rewriting this I decided to add a bit more detail and pondering.

Draft Two (2014)

I was so busy daydreaming that I wasn’t talking to Aurora like I usually do. I snapped out of my daydream just in time to hear a scream. I turned around as fast as I could to see what Aurora was so scared over. But all I saw was a backpack. I didn’t even see Aurora. [Chapter break] I stared in the place that I was pretty sure Aurora was standing. I stared at the backpack. I was pretty sure that it was hers. I looked at the name plate. Yup. Her handwriting. Aurora Austin Where was my friend?!?!?! I looked all around. Nothing. The only place I hadn’t looked was the ground. Why would she be in the ground? I have no idea. But it’s worth a try. I moved the grass. The only thing I saw was a rock. As I looked closer, the rock seemed to be metal. I crawled a little closer. It still looked metal. I reached out to touch it when…. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I was falling through nothingness. All I saw was a bunch of rainbows swirling around me. I kept falling and screaming. Then everything went black.

Technically, I succeeded in my original goal. The pacing is still fast, but slow enough for the reader to process that something has happened. Alexia gets the chance to look around and wonder where her friend was, but instead of authentically noticing the backpack or looking at the ground, it's like the book is forcing her to do those things so the plot can happen. The portal itself gets more description, now with the addition of rainbows swirling around Alexia, but it's unclear what happened when she actually touched the portal or why she passed out. We don't get a lot of her personality here, since most of her actions could've been done by anyone. In revisions, I knew I needed more character, descriptions, and dialogue in order to make the pacing better.

Draft Three (2015)

I had been so into daydreaming I hadn’t realized we weren’t anywhere near the meeting place. Instead, Aurora and I were in the middle of the field. I looked around, but I didn’t even see the school. “Where are we?” Aurora shrugged. “I was just following you.” She set her black-and-white backpack on the ground and started to go back where we came from. “I’ll try and find the school! I’ll come back if I do!” I watched her go for only a few feet. Then she disappeared! I ran to where the last place she was, but the only thing there was a rock. [Chapter] I stared at the spot where Aurora was standing. The rock was still there, and a few feet away was her backpack, but Aurora herself was nowhere to be found. I set down my backpack and violin and crept forward. I looked at the rock. It looked metal. I got out my metal detector just to check. Yup! Definitely metal. Then I thought of a crazy thought. What if the rock was a portal? I knew it was impossible, but it was the only explanation to why Aurora disappeared. If it was a portal, what was on the other end? Air? No air? Well, whatever was behind it, I knew I had to go. Aurora was in danger. Possibly. Actually, I don’t know. It might be Band Land over there with all the boys you can crush on. I slowly crawled away from the portal and shuddered at that thought. Band Land would be anyone who wasn’t in band’s nightmare. Band is just noise to me, so Band Land must be torture. I shook the thought away. That was a stupid thought. Maybe this was a dream. Well, usually in dreams you don’t think they are dreams, but I actually did have a dream inside a dream, and I knew I was dreaming then, but in the dream, the edges around my vision were a little foggy, and I could see perfectly fine here. Well, except for the fact I wear glasses. Without them, I can’t see worth crap. I crawled back to the rock. Last year, we learned metals rusted after rain. And it was super rainy this year. So, why was it shiny? This was frying my pour brain. Despite whatever was behind there, there was still a chance Aurora could be in trouble. Without thinking, I reached out my hand and touched the rock. I watched as the field dissolved around me. It soon seemed like all the color didn’t matter anymore, and soon, rainbows were all around me. I stood up and looked around. The field was gone. Rainbows were in its place. I looked at my feet and saw that the field hadn’t disappeared completely. I was standing on the only patch of grass above a long tunnel. A tunnel that was going down. “Oh, crap,” I said as the grass disappeared. I hovered in the air for a moment, then I started falling. Then the millions of color all came together in a blackness.

Now we finally have the addition of what I now call The Gateway before the girls find the portal. This was mainly added to help with pacing so Alexia and Aurora could react to weird things happening together (which means I had to play catch up with the world building aspect of it but yes that's why it's so convoluted... PACING!). Already, the addition of dialogue helps break up the narration and add more variety to the story. Alexia does get more character moments here, with her inner monologue and tendency to overthink (in this draft mainly), though the tangent about Band is quite weird. She did figure out the rock was a portal, so at least that's out of the way. The portal forming gets much more description than it has. However, despite her character moments, Alexia doesn't get a lot of emotions regarding the situation, and Aurora gets two lines of dialogue. Still in need of improvement! Next draft!

Draft Four (2017-2020)

Ash laughed, then stopped. “Um, Lexi…? Where are we?” I looked around. The tennis court wasn’t anywhere in sight. In fact, neither was the school. Ash and I were standing in the middle of a seemingly endless field. And as far as I knew, there were no fields anywhere near Falcon, except for the football field. I set down my backpack, binders, violin--all the crap. “I don’t have any clue.” Ash set her backpack beside my stuff, and the two of us surveyed our surroundings. “Where did—how did we get here?” Ash soon asked. I had no answer. All I saw was grass, and more grass...and more grass…. “Okay,” I said. “Maybe if we go back the way we came, we will return to the school.” “Right,” said Ash. The two of us retrieved our stuff and turned back the way we came. We walked a couple yards, but nothing. We dropped our stuff again, and sat down on the grass, our backs facing one another, though not touching. “I can’t believe this,” I said. “I’d say we were dreaming, but that’s a little cliché, and I’m never aware that I’m dreaming in my dreams, so either we’re experiencing a very strange reality, or we’re hallucinating.” I laughed weakly. “Verisimilitude. Remember that word? ‘The appearance of being true or real’. That took forever to memorize on that quiz, right?” I waited for Ash to answer, but she was silent. “Ash?” I asked, making sure she was okay. I turned around, about to say something based on her reaction, but she wasn’t there. “Ash?” I said, standing up. I looked around in all directions, but there was no sign of Ash. “Ash!?” I said louder. Still no response. “ASHLEY!” No answer. I fell on the soft, green grass and tried to hold back the tears, as I often did if I were stressed and felt lost, not a clue what to do. I had no idea what was happening, and frankly, wasn't even sure it was happening. I fell on my back to contemplate what happened when I hit something hard with my head. I cried out in pain, and shot up, rubbing the back of my neck. I turned to see what I hit, and jumped when I saw millions of colors shoot up from the ground and wrap around me. I looked around and watched the endless field disappear around me. I must’ve hit my head hard. I looked down at the ground and watched as the colors started to erase the grass around me. “Oh, sh—” The ground disappeared completely and I fell through a tunnel of millions of colors. I never knew there were so many in the world. I would’ve been in awe if it weren’t for the fact that I was falling to my death. I ended up spinning around somehow, which caused me to fall headfirst down the tunnel. At the end, I saw a bright white light. Was it Heaven? Was I dead? The light became bigger and brighter and whiter as I fell closer, and closer, and closer. Soon I landed in the light, and I felt it enclose around me, sucking me up in its brightness. I felt content, safe, and warm in the light. But then I felt a cold wind at my feet. I felt cold air-like ropes tie themselves around my ankles. I was suddenly yanked down. Then everything went black.

For the first time since Draft One, this scene doesn't have a chapter break, and I think it flows a lot better like this. The pacing is better, and we have much better characterization for Lexi. She has a constant inner monologue with her thoughts, opinions, and emotions about what's going on. There's even more dialogue now to help make the scene feel more natural. Now, where would I improve it? Well, the rope things for the portal is a weird addition. Ash still gets no true characterization. While Lexi emotionally reacts to things, I wouldn't mind more. The descriptions are bare bones, and while I can see what's happening to an extent, it's hard to feel like I'm there. Also, why did Lexi black out? Very unclear. So let's do this one more time.

This is all they're letting me post so to be continued....

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Op i have a question about your writing process

I'm trying to make a project rn, and one of the problem I'm stuck at is making characters feel more than just a few trait. Like, characterization wise, what I'm trying to do is make them more,,, humane??

I'm not sure how to describe it but in your writings, characters always feel like their own selfs? Like, they have words they repeat more than others, they notice certain things faster than other certain things, and even the way they talk is /them/

The way they anger or react to things and all of that is usually unique to their own selves and what I'm trying to ask is, how do you characterize your characters? How do you add more than one layer to them? What exactly do you ask yourself to understand more about these characters?

Just, how do you characterize?

(also bonus question how do I find a destination to my writing? Cause there is several ending in my mind and all depends on a specific character, so what one should I choose and why??)

I’m flattered I can hopefully be of assistance!! (*´▽`*) All of these are difficult questions, but I’ll do my best! And thank you kindly! ♡ This got long, but I wanted to make myself clear!

For characterizations, I think about a lot of things that I'm condensing into the main question(s) of:

How and how often do they get in their own way? What do they fear, what do they want, and how do they act upon both? Are they actually successful in both? Either one? Do they think they're successful in either? How do they cope with failure? With victory? What's their mood? And then how would that mood impact their goal, like how their fears will impact their pursuits of xyz.

"Want -> but fear -> so act" setups help me keep characters in character! Like how Mark wants to save lives, but he's scared of confronting his father, so he's convinced someone else should handle his Dad. MK also wants to save the day, but he's scared he isn't worthy, so he's trying to prove himself by dealing with the enemy (mostly) on his own. Steven 2.0 (more fear driven) wants to prove his way of thinking is correct, but is scared his way he's lived was never necessary, so he doubles down to avoid thinking he was wrong. This helps gives their general goals way more shape, as their fears narrow down their decisions, and in turn, makes them feel more human, especially when they make mistakes (getting in their own way)!

Wanting this, but they fearing this, so they do this, also what helps me just destinations! Imma use how much can you fit under your skin as an example again, considering it's actually completed! Keep in mind I am a "chapter by chapter with vague plot points or scene(s) in mind that are barely connected" kind of author, as I am not a detailed planner and will never be ＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／

Anyways, MK's main problem is he doesn't think he's worthy (via above), and his mood is notably anxious (he has his worst enemy in his head), desperate (to somehow succeed in doing this on his own), and irritable (from stress), SO he's more prone to make mistakes (which he’ll beat himself up about) and thus get in his own way. Now we can guess where the story will go (failure and desperation), because as more things fail, the more MK will unravel, worsening his moods until uh oh! Breaking point. ٩(× ×)۶

It’s also way easier to guess where the story needs to end, emotionally, by how they start. If MK starts the fic thinking he’s not good enough/unworthy, he needs to remember that he always good enough by the end (for a happy ending at least). If he doesn’t depend on anyone to help him, he should succeed only because they are helping him (lesson learned, huzzah!). How this happens depends on how you set this all up and how much you’re gonna bring back. Like, in this fic, MK constantly compares LBD to ice, painfully cold, so by contrast he needs warmth, which meant I needed to bring in something to create that warmth, hence bringing in the trigun furnace in the last chapter!

In terms of specific narrative characterizations from pov, like what words they use, what they repeat, what they stress, paying attention to their dialogue and guessing what they would say, are much harder for me to explain tbh (″ロ゛) !!! I write dialogue by literally imagining whether or not I can hear them saying this (mostly, and I'll re-watch clips of them speaking to help with this). I also consider whether this character would be this honest? This blunt? Additionally, do they ramble? When do they ramble? Do they choose their words carefully, or more loosely? And internally, what do they misunderstand? What do they miss? Do their thoughts contradict their feelings/actions? Are they trying to convince themselves something? And again, mood! Do their fears/anger/pride get in the way of what they understand?

I think misunderstands, misconceptions, limitations help make them feel human. What do they miss? How do they limit themselves? What mistakes do they make? Which sounds incredibly negative, but I found it very compelling, haha! (///￣ ￣///) Failure and success are equally important for characters, especially what it takes for them to accomplish either.

I hope these are helpful? Again, I've never really reflected on my own process beforehand, and I'm certainty not an expert by a long shot! ヾ(。＞＜)シ A lot of my writing is constant re-working, rewording, complete overhauls and scrapped chunks, if not whole chapters. I pride myself on focusing on consistent characterization (on top of being very flowery and descriptive since it's what I would want to read), as it's infinitely compelling thinking about putting a mf in a situation. If they act out of character, why put them in this situation in the first place?

Again, hope this helps in any way possible! (´꒳`)♡ Please let me know if I need to elaborate on anything, I'll do my best. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

[lmk-aus-galore]

@imminent-danger-came’s Eldritch MK Theory could actually be plausible in this context to be honest…

Season 4 Special Spoilers!

Some people are a liiiiitle bit concerned about the last phrase of the Season 4 Special.

???: The universe is parlously close into tipping into chaos…

Ink K: They will destroy you, harbinger of chaos!

If you ask me, those are some PREEEETY neat choice of words there…especially since in the ending of the special they say:

???: But only a fraction compared to what will come to pass…should you succeed…

Now…some people theorize that these are the Kings of the Underworld, and that they are angry that Wukong wrote his name off the book of the dead, and they are still salty about it…

Soooo with this motivation…why not I just add the possibility that these guys…are trying to release whatever MK is, cause what better way to kill off Wukong, than a creature he just could not beat?

The way the Ink acts around MK is a little off compared to previous scenes of the ink around others.

The first time it manifests into Wukong’s guilt, It was manifesting as multiple people, Wukong angered in his lifetime, their voices echoing and overlapping with one another.

It was the same for the other Monkie kids, with Mei, Tang, Pigsy and Sandy, they were experiencing their ancestors/past lives, but their voices were once more, overlapping with other phrases the Pilgrims have spoken.

The second time the ink taunts Wukong, he taunts him with MK’s voice…he isn’t even just taunting Wukong, he’s taunting everyone, with MK’s voice…

Unlike MK who he speaks DIRECTLY to, he DIRECTLY taunt MK, he makes him QUESTION himself, he makes him try to REMEMBER himself, he’s pressuring him, forcing him to remember as if it WANTS him to remember, it WANTS him to know what he is, and since it’s created from the Underworld, and they have no other reason to give Azure the scroll without killing off the Jade Emperor and making inconveniences for themselves, I think they only GAVE the scroll to Azure because they NEEDED to awaken whatever MK was…

And my little thoughts go…MK and Wukong fight but that’s their plan all along, to make them fight.

Am I thinking too much? Maybe…Hell I’ll just add this into the theory because I’m slowly going insane from how much I’m overthinking things…

[cosmiccaution]

Son of Bones Au

Explanation of the Au

Instead of Mk being found by Pigsy he is found by The Mayor and LBD, they realize he is extremely powerful and decide to raise him to use him their plans to fitful destiny later on.

Mk is brought up mostly by The Mayor with LBD stepping in where she can, neither of them knew how to raise a child so Mk had a bit of a rough childhood, this caused him to be a bit shut off later down in life.

There’s plenty more to this Au but I’m still figuring out how close I want this to be to cannon so have some little things for now

Notes:

- Mk is still Wukong’s successor and in the beginning tried to hide it from his family

- When Mk was found LBD gave him a little bit of her power, this is why he has white hair he also has a tiny bit of ice magic but it’s nothing compared to the rest of his powers

- Mk is a lot stronger because he was taught to fight by Macaque at a young age

- Despite being brought up with people who actively hate Wukong Mk still idolizes him even before he becomes his student

- Mk and Red Son meet before cannon and bond over having their parents trapped underground by Wukong

I have a lot more thoughts about this Au but I’m still building the story so I’ll share those with you later, for now enjoy some drawings of SoB Mk

(also see those 2 finished digital drawings, turning those into a standee and keychain for myself just because I can)

[autisticspot]

Was going to add highlights to this until the program started lagging from to many layers so left it as is.

I guess I’ll explain why the characters are dressed the way they are, but basically.

Sun Wukong is dressed as Gao Mikado because of the sun theme and the “Mighty Sun Fighter” title.

Macaque as Gaito Kurouzu cause they’re both emo. (It isn’t that deep)

Mk as Yuga Mikado becsuse I wanted the sunburst connection.

For my Monkey kidders, Yuga is the son of Gao Mikado. And sense Mk and Wukong have a familial bond, I wanted to give a subtle idea to it.

[ennael]

Hi @digitallyfanged​ guess who is your secret santa ? You can’t know how much i was grinning when I saw your “Lupin (yes, I know not DC/mk but he was in a movie twice, and if you want to use him as part of your gift, well)” Well, as you can see with my previous DC drawing (wich I’m not even sure I have one without featuring the lupin crew) I sure wanted to use it as part of the gift so here you are ! A drawing mostly inspired from a fic idea I’m not sure I’ll ever write with Lupin, Shinichi and Kaito ! And of course, the mini-gift I couldn’t send before because it was too linked to the gift : another pov with their though :) A big thank to @dcmksecretsanta for the organization, the messages where such a good idea ! and I hope you like your gift digitallyfanged >o<

Just a bit more of rambling and the line to go with it : The mini-gift was my initial point of view and I still prefere it that why I made it a mini-gift. Side and front view are my confortable zone though and I wanted to push myself out of it with a complicated pov. But, well, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to add night lighting, speed effects, multiple characters, cars and bacground to that ^^’ that was a bit too complicated for my current level but I hope it turned good anyway !

[candracandor]

I added the tag anyway even though I’ll attempt to avoid spoilers until the marked section at the end but can I just talk about Sun Wukong for a minute?

Wukong is a great example of what happens when your own bar so impossibly high that failure is inevitable. I don’t know much about JTTW but from what we have been shown it makes complete sense for him to end up like this and it’s not because he’s irresponsible or careless it’s because he tries too hard.

NOTE: I reread this and wanted to add that he’s absolutely irresponsible and careless at times which is super apparent in how he dealt with his piece of the samadhi fire, but it’s not why his relationships are such a hot mess... anyway...

It doesn’t matter that someone is immortal or all powerful; there is almost always a limit to how far you can go. It’s like an invisible ceiling where you have to draw the line between the expectations you have for yourself and what you can actually accomplish, and Sun Wukong has reached that invisible ceiling.

He has a successor that he trusts and believes in, but he’s still just an apprentice and he shouldn’t have to deal with something Wukong can’t handle, so when LBD showed up his thought process was probably something like “I’ll take care of this before he even knows something’s wrong” because he’s Sun Wukong and Sun Wukong should be able to handle that.

Then he fails because... of course he fails. Whether he expects that much from himself or not, he constantly sets himself up for disappointment. He wants to be what his apprentice sees in him (or what he thinks MK sees in him) and so he keeps spectacularly crashing into that invisible ceiling, because to admit that there’s a limit would be to admit that deep down he’s no different from anyone else.

He gets offended, he gets insecure, even when he doesn’t think he should. He’s actually a lot like MK in so many regards. He benefits from having council because when he’s at a loss he’s predisposed to launching himself head-first into a conflict with the intention of brute-forcing a solution. He doesn’t want to burden people and sometimes shuts them out as a result. He gets into his own head and makes messes and doesn’t seem to notice until someone else calls him out on it. Where MK has friends to back him up, however, Sun Wukong has long since gotten used to being alone.

Speaking of which, has anyone else noticed that the grand majority of people who Sun Wukong calls his “friends” in the present tend to resent him or even outright loathe him? It’s almost like it’s a the punchline to a joke nobody else seems to understand, which is so different from how he used the term when he was younger. It’s like anyone who calls him a friend either dies before he can ruin things or lives long enough to be disappointed. I wouldn’t be surprised if he himself sees that as the inevitable conclusion of getting attached to someone.

The bottom line is that Sun Wukong is someone who needs close personal relationships with people who can ground him, but has long since accepted that he’ll eventually wind up on his own and endeavors to just... somehow be better as a result and tries to function as well on his own as he does in a group. He can’t though, because that’s just not who he is.

I think that he’s starting to realize that, but there are a lot of terrible habits that he needs to break and a lot of walls to tear down, and although he needs to connect to people it’s not going going to be easy. He’s also been bottling things up for literal centuries and I don’t think he even knows where to start.

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SPOILERS: With the way season 4 ended I’m not terribly worried about his ultimate fate. It’s possible that they could pull a “Schrodinger’s Wukong” on us and leave him trapped in the scroll, but the way MK emphatically announces that he recovered the scroll implies that it (and Wukong) are still relevant to what’s will happen going forward. If that weren’t the case, I would have expected a more sombre and ambiguous conclusion where the pieces were stored somewhere with a promise to come back with the means to free him someday.

If you want my two cents I’m predicting that breaking the scroll will fracture Wukong’s consciousness and they’ll send Macaque and MK into the scroll because they’ll have the best chance at piecing him back together, and running through his memories will give the writers a way to show us Wukong’s side of the story instead of just having him spill the beans after all said and done.

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So anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk here’s a shitpost where I drew the Tails Get’s Trolled “tails wake up! you fucked up big time” comic except it’s Macaque and Wukong have a nice day please and thank you.

[ninjago-x-lmk]

Ok-

I’ve seen my summary version of the arcs that might help me plan out my Ninjago x LMK AU comic-

…

I’m rewriting it because I noticed sooo many plotholes and how much should be left out in the comics I’ll be making.

Because how I’m formatting it, seems to just be me rewriting LMK altogether.

I’m also gonna style my comics to make it into separate stories instead of Chapters till it reaches Season 4 where it diverges into its own arc altogether.

(Because honestly there’s not much I can do for Season 1-3)

So that’s probably why it’s gonna take a while…since I want to also add multiple arcs.

Like an Arc for Mei, MK, Arin and Sora, as well as a few other characters I won’t mention. (Because spoilers)