#LMK Ink Monster

[drax-is-inthefandom]

Second day, we can do it!

✒️Prompt 2: Ink

#inktober2023 #LMKHalloween #LMKSunWukong #LEGOMonkieKid #LMKFanart

[midnightlavenderimp]

have a few warm ups!

[sunraccon]

Hii everyone! I'm kinda in big need of money rn so I'll be opening emergency commissions! Please Dm me if you are interested and reblog if you can !

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[bennylikesstars]

ME ME ME I HAD THE INFECTION AU IDEA FIRST I SWEAR I DID. LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DID AUAGAH PLEASE I WAS THE ONE WITH THE IDEA FIRST IT'S BASICALLY THE INK SCROLL INFECTING PEOPLE AND TURNING THEM INTO SAD DEPRESSING MONSTERS IT WAS ME WHO HAD THE IDEA FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[probablyaseamonster]

Hey can someone talk to me about season 4 episodes 3 4 and 6 but specifically everything involving Tang, Pigsy and Sandy? Just like, ignoring all the MK stuff for a minute. There’s so many character moments for those three in these episodes and I need to know I’m not the only one whose brain went abuzz in response.

[princeguri66]

Leave a mark

MINORS DNI

Monster!John "Soap" Mactavish (with Poly Monster!141 at the end) x Male Reader

Cw: it starts off with Soap but the rest r mentioned and written but not as much as soap, marking with markers, nothing else I believe lmk

Silly thought but like imagine a monster reader who has crazy fast regeneration. Like deep cuts heal in seconds. Maybe you're a ghoul who just has crazy regen, or something like that.

Anyways,

Wouldn't a relationship between Soap, who loves leaving bites and see the aftermath due to his instincts as a werewolf and you who literally heals in seconds be interesting?

He loves getting fucked by you, but everytime he leaves a bit unsatisfied. It's not because you can't make him cum or anything, hell you can pull multiple orgasms from the guy and you have.

It's just that he can't leave satisfied knowing that he left a mark on you. He has bit you so much but the marks just won't stay. With the other members he can clearly see the marks he left on their neck and shoulders, even with Price who due to his dragon blood heals faster but the marks still stay for a day or two.

So everytime you two fuck, even if his ass if filled to the brim and his balls are empty he still whines because he can't leave his mark on you. You're a member of the 141, his pack, so it pains him that he can't put a claim on you like he has with the others.

So one day you get a bit creative.

One night in your room where he's riding on your cock, bouncing up and down while you lay your back on the bed, your hands gripping his hips and slamming him down on you as you cum. He leans down and bites as hard as he can on you as the feeling of you filling him up makes him cum. Pulling away and only being able to whine because he can't even admire his mark before it fades away.

"Aw, is puppy unsatisfied?" You tease and chuckle. And before he could insist that he was, you reached to the bedside table and picked up a red permanent marker, "why don't you mark me with this instead?" You say handing him the marker.

He huffs out a laugh at your little solution, but it's the best you got since you can't really make yourself regenerate slower. So he indulges, testing the marker on the back of your hand, the ink incredibly opaque so it stands out against your skin. Then he draws a bite mark at your neck then adds "Soap's Claim" in big letters, covering the whole left side of your neck.

He leans back, the bright red against your skin and the obvious letters, he finally sighs a sigh of relief.

It doesn't go unnoticed as well (just how he likes it)

The other members of the task force noticing Soap's eyes seem a bit brighter and his tail has been swaying peacefully the whole day. And that's where you enter, neck bare for everyone to see (it's the least you can do) Soap grins, happy to finally be able to show off his claim on you.

And now they want to have their names on your body too.

It's all color coordinated too now, Price who loves to write across your shoulder blades, with words like "Price's hoard" or just a simple "Price" with a heart next to it, it's simple but huge.

Gaz with a bright blue marker who likes to do it on your lower back (because he can also rest his head on your ass) writing something like "Gaz was here" and likes to draw wings on you. (Wing themed tramp stamp with 141 between the wings anyone?)

And Ghost with either white or black who loves to mark your chest, either a simple "ghost" or "Simon Riley" on each pec. Also likes to draw a ghost doodle on top of your heart.

And if you five fuck together, you aren't the only one who ends up having ink on you, but you'd have the most. And when you wake up to find a big arrow pointing to your dick and ass that says "Property of 141" written in multiple colors, you'd wish you could show it off.

[jttwconfessions]

I think there's a lot about Wukong's characterization that LMK fandom misses out on. You can dislike him for whatever reason and that's ok, but I feel like it often gets overlooked that Wukong is likely only so laid back and focused on fixing his problems himself because he doesn't want to be seen as the massively violent monster he was during The Journey. His Ink Manifestations showing him being called a monster in various ways, his tendency to prefer to not fight in front of others (especially MK) unless necessary, the amount of times villains mention "the old Wukong" or how he "used to be", are all big hints to this. Hell, even him saying "me too, bud" when MK admitted that he exaggerates his naivety sometimes to lighten the mood. It seems like the depth of Wukong's LMK character is him trying to be less imposing to those around him while the (sometimes literal) ghosts of his past follow him, which is a very difficult thing to do when you're conditioned to seeing yourself as violent and scary, and the antagonists around you are trying to purposefully make you act like the worst version of yourself

[summerdoddles]

In your Steven Universe x LMK crossover, would Sandy and Steven bond over like... therapy stuff?

Coming from the perspective that they both had past anger issues/went to some form of war, that let them to have negative self-view of themselves. But now they go therapy soooo...

Maybe Steven could even bond with future MK with the whole "I am a Monster" stuff.

Also really your stuff! Great seing some past hyperfixations, mixed into the newer ones.

Oh yeah they absolutely would!

They both are kinda outsiders on the monkie gang so they would probably would bond over that

And Sandy is more advanced on the path of healing enough he would give advice to Steven and would be the one reminding take care of himself too, like it's important to have a supporting system y'know? and Sandy is good uncle material

Steven would probably be the first to see the signs with MK's mental health and would actively try to help him, although MK is master of denial and running from his problems until they manifest into a evil ink version of yourself.

Steven can make people change for the better but it's their choice to do it in the first place, and he really is just one guy so MK have to choose to change (thing he's really against right now in the series)

[semisolidmind]

So... how would the scene play out with Azure helping MK, Mei, and reincarnated Peaches go? Would he take the opportunity to yoink Peaches with Sun Wukong and/or Macaque trapped in the scroll (if that even happens)?

Or if he successfully becomes Jade emperor would he let the power get to his head and hold Peaches captive?

These are just some scenarios that have crossed my mind, feel free to ignore!

ooooohoohoo skye i love your questions

we'll just go with modern twice as bad au, to keep this relatively simple. it takes place in the lmk timeline; wukong and macaque are big bad guys, mk was raised by wukong and looks naturally like his monkey self, reader in the current era is a reincarnation of the reader from the past who was killed whilst on the journey with her two demon husbands, said husbands have been intermittently causing trouble and flirting with her every chance they get. reader works at pigsys alongside mk as the cashier/other delivery person, and is friends with the gang.

so, i imagine this is happening after the final lbd fight, but in this au wukong and macaque are also big bads, so their helping to defeat her is more because mk asked than out of any sense of heroism. they're still very much evil, they insist, and after that little bout of heroism they go back to being the bastards everyone knows them as. buuuut just a bit more tolerant of mk's friends (mostly because reader has influenced them with kindness bit by bit up to this point, shoujo-protagonist-style).

wukong invites reader to come to the mountain with mk after his monster-of-the-week battle with the twin metal demons in order to "help them organize" all the junk the kid is bringing home. really, he just wanted to get reader to the mountain so he could see her again and tease her (maybe she inadvertently admitted to finding him attractive in a heated moment the last time they met, during the big battle. like, telling him to get his big dumb handsome head in the game or smth idk). macaque joins in on the teasing too, of course.

mk, ever oblivious to his caretakers blatantly flirting with his coworker, opens the memory scroll by mistake. it almost gets him, if not for macaque quickly grabbing him by the back of his shirt and tossing him out of the way. unfortunately, this means the six-eared demon is absorbed into the ink. mk turns to wukong for help, and is firmly told to take reader and run. wukong stops a strike from the ink entity before being absorbed as well. reader and mk call out for them, but run for their lives until they get beyond the scrolls reach.

they go back later with their friends, the gang excluding mei get absorbed, and they're saved by a lion demon who introduces himself as azure.

the newcomer pauses when he looks at reader, a strange, stricken look crossing his features, almost as if he recognizes her. he looks like he wants to say something...but the moment passes and he continues his introduction. the two teens insist on going to save their friends (kinda ignoring reader's concerned voice in the bg), and he eventually agrees to help them.

the monkey demon boy and dragon girl go into the scroll (with the same reckless excitement they display in every other aspect of their lives), leaving reader behind with an unfamiliar demon. the distrust must show on her face, because said demon maintains his distance with the promise that he means her no harm.

azure tries to reassure reader, and offers to answer the many questions he's sure she has.

azure would explain the story a bit more in depth to reader (spinning it in his favor, of course). he would tell her the truths the monkey demons are hesitant to say; how reader's previous incarnation was a captive wife to the so-called great sage and his general, how monstrous the two really were, just how much bloodshed and chaos they caused... even when in service of the great monk.

reader is stunned—but not as surprised as she thought she'd be. anyone who pays even the slightest mote of attention to the world around them could tell you about just how much trouble the infamous monkey king is responsible for. kidnapping and hostage-taking seems tame in comparison.

when azure tells her point-blank who she used to be, reader goes silent. she's always felt a strange pull in her chest whenever she's around wukong and macaque. like she wants to get closer, but also wants to run as far away from them as she can. it's sobering to know why. she feels something similar when she looks at azure, she admits.

he chuckles fondly at her. it makes sense, he says, they used to be close after all. among the monkey king's allies, he was the only one who befriended the human queen of flower fruit mountain. azure assures her that her previous self was a kind person, that she had many friends who mourned her passing; himself included. reader says nothing, too stunned to speak.

azure lion rises from where he sits, stating that he must move the ritual site to his own home in order to bring the many victims of the scroll safely out. reader insists that she go with him. no offense, but i don't trust you with them, she says. azure chuckles, agreeing that blindly trusting someone you've just met wouldn't be very sensible. the two travel to camel ridge, and azure gives reader a tour.

---

sometime later, mk and mei bring each of their friends back to their present selves. they manage to free themselves as well (after mk has an...enlightening encounter with the scrolls' curse about his human half). they learn some interesting things about their past selves, and their many foes. they break themselves out of the scroll and confront azure about everything they've seen.

azure is holding reader hostage. the lion pins reader to his chest, and she struggles in vain to escape his grip. she yells, hurriedly telling them that azure isn't a good guy, he—! the lion moves his paw over her mouth. his expression is grim as she claws at the appendage.

the gang barely hold back from attacking him, not wanting to hurt reader in the process. though mei stubbornly tries to land a strike at the lion's head, getting knocked back.

azure says he didn't want to do it this way, but...he can't have anyone messing up his plans.

perhaps he puts reader into a scroll peice, right before the very eyes of her friends.

they stand horrified as she dissapears. azure glances at the scroll peice, tracing the characters of reader's name with his eyes. his expression softens a bit. he delivers his monologue to the gang, azure frees his brothers, they attempt to fight, the gang flees when their weapons are taken. they hate to leave reader behind, but... they're outmatched.

---

reader is forced to relive key moments in her past life as captive queen of the monkey king and the six-eared macaque. she learns more about them than she ever thought she would (way, way more; some of those memories were spicy 👀). she begins to understand why they treat her like they do, despite her seemingly being just another of mk's friends.

she plans on confronting them about it once she's been freed.

meanwhile, the gang is training and getting better, trying to figure out how to get both reader and wukong's scroll peices back. reader's peice is better hidden than wukong's, and so it'll be more difficult to recover. they have no idea where macaque's peice is, but one mystic monkey on their side is better than none. they know the two warlords are their best bet for defeating azure and the brotherhood.

thanks to some quick thinking, somewhat of a plan, and a whole lotta luck, the gang recovers wukong's scroll peice. they repair it, and it only takes a bit of prying from mk to get him out. the ginger-furred demon really doesn't like dwelling on his memories.

the rage radiating off the newly-freed monkey king is palpable. the hatred he feels for his once-allies is a force all on its own. now, mk and the gang just need to unleash it.

everyone is on edge during the battle, choosing to keep their distance and do their part while monkey king and mk fight azure. wukong demands to know where reader is. what have they done with her? if they laid even a single hand on her their lives are forfeit, he promises. he and azure fight for a while, trading jabs and airing out their grievances... to kinda everyone? the friends never would've guessed monkey king had romantic drama, but here they are.

it's likely they don't get reader's scroll peice back until later. i imagine macaque, after being freed (maybe it's revealed he was never trapped at all and it was just a trick; he sank into a shadow, not the ink, and that's why they don't see him in the scroll; watching and waiting for the right time to strike), sneaking into the jade palace to find her. he knows that the lion would keep her someplace he thinks she won't be in danger of being broken. when mac does find her (hidden by the throne, wrapped in a part of the lions' old cape), he handles the scroll peice as gently as glass, pressing it to his chest as he leaves the palace. he'll be the one to bring her out. he was her favorite, after all.

(kinda phoning in this part cause ive run outta steam)

the big battle happens, the gang defeats azure, they kill him, it's real sad, things sorta go back to normal. i imagine that wukong, macaque, and reader will have to have a long talk about everything.

[menaceoffandoms]

LMK fanfics i want to write:

An AU where a new cycle is started after season 5, in which Mk doesn't exist. However, he did something at the end of the last cycle to preserve his friends memories, leading them remember everything one by one and eventually going on a mission to find Mk -- currently writting, am almost done with the first chapter and have 10 planned so far. God help me.

A rewrite of season 5 where I give it a special, basically a what if scenario of what could have been if the writers and animators were given more time, more of a restructure than anything if I'm honest -- not started but planned up to episode 5

A rewrite AU of season 5 where I fulfil what I thought the ink curse from season 4 was foreshadowing: ""you're friends will abandon you, seeing you for the monster you will become" -- not started or planned. Btw I promise I don't hate s5 it just gives me a lot of insperation

And finally

An AU inspired by @/renmist on twitter who made some wonderful art where Wukong was trapped within a lantern that Macaque owned -- not started or planned at all, I just really liked the art and wanna write something to fit the concept but I'm struggling to think of why Wukong is in the lantern in the first place

That's everything my brain has latched on to so far. I love writing but I've never published anything I've written before so the fact I'm inspired enough to want to is kinda a big deal for me, only problem is getting the motivation to do it... if I finish the first one (which is probably the most complex concept of them all, why have I done this to myself) then I'll definitely write the others, but if not I guess other people can take these ideas and run with them!

Also if you've read any fanfics that fit these ideas pls share them I will happily consume tehe

[starrywooyo]

treasure: eight (final)

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] the usual blood, gore, weapons, stabbing

notes: aahhhh finally we've reached the end~!! I'm so happy that we've completed treasure now and that so many of you have been enjoying it and reading it.. all your comments mean and meant the world to me!! so.. see you in the next series or oneshot??

word count: 3.4k

taglist: (if you want removed or added to the list please lmk)

@toxic-babexe , @sunnyhokyu , @cambriel , @lelaleleb , @acescavern , @meowmeeps

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The faint red line of his scar.. smudged looking to your thumb you see the same red slightly staining the skin.. This hongjoong.. Has no scar.. Surely he’s not been lying about having a scar after all this time.. No.. he couldn’t even the last time he cried he cried..b-blood.. This hongjoong didn't.

Your heart begins to beat erratically in your chest. You feel as though any second you could pass out. You stand to your feet grabbing the extra blanket and holding it close to your naked form and if to solidify and mock your mistake and realisation.. Said man tosses on his side in his sleep and there, clear as day on his shoulder blade.. ‘HALA’ permanently resides there in black ink.

You stumble back at the realisation the room spins, your legs give way and you brace yourself expecting to hit the ground.. 

Only.. you don't. You fall into something soft. 

“oh.. darlin’..” a voice quietly whispers out.

“oh.. darlin’..” a voice quietly whispers out.

Heat from his clothed chest sinks into the bare skin of your back and you feel yourself relax in the man's hold.

“H-hongjoong…?” you slightly whisper out 

The man brings his head forwards to rest in between your neck and shoulder. 

“Hmmhmm it's me darlin’” he breathes out 

And you sigh out in relief.

He picks up your clothes and drapes his long captain's coat on you 

“Ere wear this the now till i get you as far away from that man and these people as possible” the ‘real’ hongjoong whispers out

He gently guides you away from the tree and closer to the waters edge so as not to wake the sleeping imposter.. And carefully over the stones and across the water and back into the tunnels. Once  he deems it safe enough he stops and hands you your clothes for you to change back into. Once you do that's when the waterworks start. 

“Hey hey what's wrong?” hongjoong asks cupping your face in his hands as he wipes the tears away worried.

“i’m - i’m sorry” you stutter between sobs

“Wow wow what for darlin?’” 

“Everything” your eyes fall on his shirt.. slightly stained red with a hole at the shoulder you can slightly see the bandage underneath, dirty and soaking up the blood from the wound underneath. “I..i hurt you and i.. He.. we”

“Hey” he says to you firmly yet soft, making you look at him “none of that now. It's okay. I'm okay. You don't..” he takes a breath and changes what he was gonna say “i- did he hurt you?” he asks 

You shake your head, lip trembling “no.. I don't think he could..”

“It doesn't matter if you think he wouldn't, he's still dangerous y/n..”

“Come on, let's get you back to the other ey?” he adds at the end 

You both walk through the tunnel going farther away from the other hongjoong and his ‘crew’ 

The walk is silent and somewhat peaceful as you walk beside one another though you can't help but think of yunho.. What his other self did.. You can't help but be nervous and a little bit scared.. Even though this one will be your yunho.. 

You're dragged out of your thoughts at the bustling sound of chatter up ahead and the light crackle sound of a fire.. 

You kinda freeze up and slow down as you both get closer, hongjoong notices this and gently squeezes your hand in his.. 

“It's okay.. You're gonna be okay now” he whispers.. And gently guides you with him.

You eventually reach the little makeshift camp they've set up in the tunnels.. 

Seonghwa, yeosang and wooyoung are all around the fire seemingly cooking a light something? Jonho rests on the stoney wall, his eyes closed. San seems to be rolling up his bed to put it back in his pack and Yunho and mingi are seemingly taking watch.. 

“Hey guys.. Look who i found..” hongjoong gets the guys attention as you approach

“y..y/n..” wooyoung is immediately up and pulling you into a hug

“Woo come on.. Don't crowd her..”

“S’okay joong..” you whisper out

Everyone seems to fall into a comfort around the quiet and peace of the fire.. 

Hongjoong has gone off somewhere..

Yunho and mingi still stand guard.. Though mingi sits sharpening his blade.. 

A bowl of the food passed to both of them from seonghwa.

Jongho still rests against the wall.. San now sits with Yeosang and rests his head on his shoulder lightly. Seonghwa sits down beside them after passing them their own bowls. 

And wooyoung sits with you in his arms, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his chest as you sit a little ways away from the fire. His bowl sits on the ground beside him and you hold your own.. The heat coming through the material heating your hands in this cold cave.. 

“Yunho.. You need to eat.."San says to him as yunho hasn't touched the broth in his bowl. 

“I'm not really hungry..” yunho responds.. Looking around the makeshift camp.. His eyes fall on you in wooyoung's arms.. His heart aches..

Seonghwa looks at him.. His own heart aching for the younger..

“I'm fine.. Don’t worry about me..” he says.

…

“Woo.. you not gonna eat the soup?” you ask him

“M’ fine pretty.. Just need to hold you in my arms.. Was so worried about you..” he says nuzzling his face into your hair at your neck..

You sigh out and pick up his bowl stirring the spoon inside it before turning in his grip to slightly face him. You pick up some of the now mild warm soup in the spoon..

“Here.. you need to eat..”

He sucks in a breath at your words and actions.. A light blush coming to his cheeks

“Y.. ye don't have to feed me pretty.. I got hands..”  

He does however open his mouth to let you feed him..

You continue feeding him till the bowl is empty and hongjoong eventually comes back..

“Okay crew.. We can head that way.. I scouted ahead.. Seems to be not that much farther down..should be just behind the waterfall.. Pack up and get ready to head out.” hongjoong commands. 

They all begin to pack up.. The fire is put out and you all continue down the winding tunnels of the cave you continue for a while.. Going further and deeper into the cave..

The walls begin to get moist.. And the sound of running water can be heard in the distance.. 

A waterfall falls at the end of the tunnel..

“Ugh.. it's a dead end hongjoong..” some of the guys complain

“Is it now?” hongjoong taunts and proceeds to walk through the water.. 

We all stand still for a few moments.. He pops his head back through.. 

“Well? You comin’?” he says

One by one we all make our way through the cool, cold water.. 

On the other side is a vast and open underground pocket in the cave.. Another yet bigger and fuller tree sits, its thick trunk.. Magnificent.. A moat surrounds it.. We get closer to the tree.. A chest rests at the bottom.. Homgjoong walks through the waist deep moat.. He walks towards the chest.. And sticks the key in opening it.. His eyes widened..  And he pulls the item out.. Holding the hour glass in his hands.. 

A gunshot rings out and hits the bark of the tree close to hongjoong. 

“Not. so. Fast. I think that belongs to me.. Don't you think so?” 

The other hongjoong and his crew… 

back wearing their black outfits.. And hats.. He and the rest stalk closer to us..  

“I have to say darling, I was quite upset to find you gone when I woke up.. I thought you enjoyed your night with me..” he taunts

“Shut up!! Don't speak to her” the real hongjoong snaps

“Oh? I touch a nerve? Pissed I got to her first? And her feelings? It doesn't matter.. Hand over the cromer. And this won't end with blood shed..”

“Like hell he’ll give it to you!!”

“Very well then.. I see what you've chosen.. Kill them all.. Keep y/n alive..” he says to his crew

…

Yunho moves in front of you, his sword drawn and keeping it pointed at the other hongjoong.

“I won’t leave till i have the cromer and my y/n!!”

Yunho shifts and positions himself to where he shields you more..

“And you think we’re just gonna give y/n and the cromer up that easily!?” yunho yells

The other hongjoong rolls his eyes 

“Your loss..”

“Bring it on then!!” yunho yells more

The other hongjoong draws his sword, lets out a yell and runs towards the group. The rest of his crew following

The two hongjoong’s swords clash together and the rest of the crew starts attacking the other crew.  

Seonghwa and wooyoung have put you behind them keeping you close as they still fight to keep the enemy away. 

The cave is echoed with metal cladding against metal.. Grunts and groans. 

Whist fighting his alternate self.. Another of the other crew members sneak behind hongjoong..

“Joong look out!!” you yell.. He catches the sneak attack.. In that moment of distraction.. I'm grabbed from behind..

Hongjoong is stabbed in the side.. Blood quickly seeping into his white shirt

“Captain!!!” the crew yells as hongjoong falls to his knees. 

“Sorry about this… darling~” a cold blade is pressed to my throat..

“Everyone drop your weapons.”

In the moment of distraction the other Hongjoong has grabbed me.. pressing a blade to my throat

The group stops as this happens, and Yunho’s stomach feels like it’s dropped to his feet as he watches the other Hongjoong hold his sword to your neck

Hongjoong and Yunho are both filled with a mix of shock and rage

 “Don’t even think about it…” He spoke, taking a few steps forward before stopping and letting out a hiss as the blade pressed further into your neck

The other Hongjoong lets a smirk form on his face as he notices the reactions, holding the blade closer to your neck

“And what makes you think you’re in a place to make demands?”

Yunho felt something inside him snap as he watched the smirk form on the other Hongjoong’s face. He was filled with a rush of anger as he gripped his sword tighter

“I swear to god if you hurt them..”

“or what… you already failed to protect her from yourself.. your other self..now. Drop your weapons!!”

Yunho feels those words like a punch to the gut, the grip on his weapon tightening more as he clenches his teeth

He stares at you and the other Hongjoong, letting anger fill his body.. slowly, he drops his weapon to the floor, eyes never leaving you or the other in front of him

The others reluctantly drop their swords too. 

The other Hongjoong let’s a satisfied smirk form on his face as he looks at the rest of the group

“Smart choice.”

“jongho . here now!” he yells for his jongho. 

The younger of the crew steps forward, a stoic look on his face as he follows his captain’s command

“Hold her.” he orders

Jongho reaches out and grabs you, holding your arms behind your back and keeping you in place

“now… the Cromer.. ah yes!!! In the chest…”

Seonghwa’s hands clenched into fists at the mention of the Cromer, clearly not wanting to hand it over, but not wanting you to get hurt either

“everyone better stay down or else shots will be fired.”

The group freezes, keeping still as Jongho keeps a firm grip on you.. The tension in the cave rises as everyone exchanges glances, unsure of what to do in the situation

He opens the chest.

His eyes land on the Cromer inside, and he reaches in and grabs it, holding it in his hand

“boys… we're going home tonight!!!”

The other Hongjoong’s crew cheered, excited about going home.. The real crew, on the other hand, are worried and anxious

“Sedna!!!!!” he yells for the witch

After a few moments, the witch appears a few feet away from him, blinking once before speaking

“You called?” she says

“the moon is full and at its peak.. activate this..”

Sedna takes a look at the Cromer and the full moon before nodding

“As you wish, Captain.” she says

She takes the Cromer from him and holds it in front of her, closing her eyes to focus as she twists and turns the cromer. 

“Sedna!! You traitor!!!” the real Hongjoong yells coughing from the stab wound 

Sedna ignored his yelling as a glow began to emit from the Cromer, it’s glow getting brighter and brighter as the ritual continues she places it in the stone on the ground

The portal opens

The other Hongjoong’s crew cheers, excited about finally being able to go home.. The real crew stays silent, watching the portal form in front of them

“Ahhh winning is nice.. Now men.. Go ahead.. Seonghwa you first..”

One by one each of the other crew enters the portal and disappears back to their own world.. Until it's just the other hongjoong and jongho who still holds you.

“Okay jongho you next.. Let her go, I will bring her." Hongjoong says. 

Jongho reluctantly lets go.. And enters the portal not before looking back at his captain..

“Now.. you next love.. Hm?” he says

“Fuck!! y/n darling.. Don't go with him..” the real hongjoong gasps

The other hongjoong.. Seeing your hesitation.. Speaks.

“y/n. Love. I wish to use my prize, my wish now..” he says relatively calmly

“Surely you won't go back on your word.. After All.. We did shake on it..” he taunts

You sigh out..

“That's a girl.. Get in the portal..and come with me.. That's my wish.” he says..

“Nooo!!” the crew and hongjoong start yelling

The other hongjoong hold out his hand for you.. You reluctantly take it.

You stand closer to him.. And run your hand up his chest..

“Home?” you peer up at him..

He sighs out..

“Yes my love.. Mm home..”

You pull him in and kiss his lips..

The real hongjoong’s heart breaks.. As do the others..

However as you kiss him you're backing him up closer to the portal.. Your hand sneaks down

You pull away.. He’s exasperated

“But I'm sorry..”

He looks confused at you..

You suddenly stab the dagger into his chest blood pouring out he lets out a gasp

His face pained.. “L..love?” you push him into the portal and knock the cromer off the stone the portal closes over as you do so..  

You fall to the ground.. The adrenaline, finally leaving you..

Hongjoong immediately pulls himself towards you.. His wet red stained hand shakily cupping your face..

“Oh gods.. I thought I lost you there darlin’...” he leans his forehead on your own.

“Ahem.. if i may..” sedna begins.. Hongjoong glares at her..

“Miss.. if you're wanting to go back home.. I suggest you do so as the moon is still at its peak..” she says

Wooyoung pipes up..

“Home? She is home.. She's back with us..?”

“Ah.. back to her own world..her universe”

And there it is.. The secret you've tried so hard to keep..

“W..what? What is she talking about darlin’?” hongjoong asks confused as he looks into your eyes..

Tears line your eyes..

“It's true.. Im.. I'm not from this universe.. I don't know how and it's crazy when i think about it but I got sucked into a painting.. And I was here..”

Hongjoong sighs out.. 

“Oh darlin’.. were .. were you ever gonna tell me?” 

“Yes.. when the time was right..”

“Being here.. With All of you has been amazing and I've never been so happy..”

“Miss the moon is leaving its peak.. You need to make a decision.. It'll be many years before you can go back home after this blue moon..”

Hongjoong shakes his head and looks at you seriously.

“You don't.. You don’t have to go.. You can stay… with me..” he whispers the last part. 

You weakly smile at him

“I wish I could.. But I've got my family back home..” you whisper

Hongjoong shakily sighs out.. Sedna knowing your decision opens the portal to your universe.. 

You look at it.. The portal looks like water but through the blur you can see the room.. 

You go to stand.. Hongjoong grabs your hand

“P..please..” he whimpers..

Your lips meet his own as you finally kiss him.. For the first and final time.. 

“Find me in my universe?” you joke through tears

“I will..” He says seriously. And he removes the necklace around his neck.. Attaching it around your own.. “I’ll find you..” 

Your hand slips from his as you stand and walk towards the portal

You turn back to face them

“You all mean so much to me.. I'm so glad to have had you a part of my life.. You’re all so precious to me..” you say through your tears

“To me.. You're my.. My Treasure.” hongjoong whispers

Wooyoung rests on his knees sobbing..

“S..see you?” you wipe your tears and finally walk through the portal.. 

As you disappear hongjoong takes deep breaths and struggles to get up but he does and he staggers towards the portal still bleeding out

“D..darlin’ w..wait..i..” just as he reaches the portal.. it disappears.. The moon, no longer at its peak. He falls to his knees and his tears finally fall as he rests his head on the bark

“I love you..” he whispers.. 

…

Your eyes flutter open.. You scan your surroundings.. White sheets still cover the dusty room.. One lays on the floor from the couch you're sitting on.. Your book lays open upside down on the floor.. 

You gasp the memories coming back as you come to.. Your eyes shoot to the painting that.. Lays on the floor.. You stand and pick it up, hanging it back on the wall.. The ship’s not in the painting anymore…  

Was it just a dream..?

You make your way to the door of the room and pull it open..

“97..98..99..10.. Okay ready or not here I come.."James' voice carries down the hall.. 

He soon rounds the corner..

“Ugh.. y/n.. The point of hide and seek is you’ve to hide? Don’t you wanna play?” he speaks..

“But.. i.. I've been gone for days.”

Your older brother ruffles your hair..

“Think you got too lost in your book again y/n..” he giggles

Mm yeah.. The book… 

Your hands subconsciously fiddle with the necklace around your neck.. Hold on- necklace..??

You pull it out looking at the red gem tied with the string.. 

It was real… 

..

The weeks go past and finally your time at your grandparents manor comes to an end.. You're all back home, your parents are home too, only you're packing up your large suitcase..

 “I can't believe you’re leaving us little sis..”

You laugh “well I've got to go to uni don't i?”

“Well yeah sis.. But to a whole ‘nother country.. We’ll miss you..”

You hug james..

“I know but I'll come back during breaks.. Now get out so I can pack!!”

..

You pull your suitcase through the airport after saying goodbye to your family which was a tearful goodbye but you promised to come back during your unis breaks.. 

You check in and eventually you’re in the air.. 

The flight is long very verryyy long but eventually you land in the place you will call home for the time being.

You collect your bags and make your way to the train/subway

You sit and watch as the city goes by from the large train window

The train announcement goes off letting you know you're arriving at your universities station

You make your way onto the campus and check in and get shown to the student accom. 

Once you lug your luggage to your room and get settled for a few hours and eat some food you make your way to the hall where orientation is being held.

You sit on the bleacher with no one really speaking to you as you are a foreigner.. Which is silly since you speak the language

“hi.. “ you say

“Sorry.. Don't speak english” they get up and move away with their group

You sit and watch everyone as they talk and make friends..

“Hey..” a deepish voice calls out

You turn a gasp leaves your lips..

He sits beside you on the bleachers clad in jeans.. Converse and a oversized hoodie

His bright coloured dyed hair stands out..

“Me and my friends couldn't help but see you sitting by yourself. Would you like to sit with us? What's your name darlin’?”

“I'm y/n..”

He stands offering you his hand.

“Nice to meet you y/n.. I’m Hongjoong.”  

...

he laughs out loud.. the rest of them look at him as if hes finally gone mad.. perhaps he has.. he pulls the dagger from his chest and watches as the blood drips off the metal.. he laughs

"ahhh oh love... what have you done.. you've awoken the beast inside me"

he smirks.

[thebigbiwolf]

Starvin' Darlin - Chapter 2

Pairing: Not quite friends to lovers Astarion x OC/F!Tav

Chapter Summary: Seeing Evelyn with Gale stirs up some unfamiliar and VERY unwelcome feelings in Astarion. And for some reason, she graces him with a midnight visit. I'm terrible with summaries but here's what's in store for you:

* A bit of possessive!Astarion if you squint

* More pining

* More biting

* Deep DEEP emotional constipation (my personal favorite)

Fic Tags: Minor spoilers for Act 1, The Bite Scene, Emotional slow burn, Angst, Teasing, Frottage (god I'm sorry), Pining, This is my first ever fic so idk how to tag things appropriately but you get the gist.

Fic Warnings: Eventual Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubcon (I cannot stress this enough), Bloodlust/Loss of control, Mentions of blood, lmk if you need anything else tagged.

Read on AO3: Here

Word Count: 5k

A/N: School and life have been kicking my ass but I finally got around to finishing this chapter and I couldn't wait to post it! I'm having so much fun writing in Astarion's POV. Huge thank you to my bestie @imaginarydromedary for being the best beta ever and for your endless patience with me.

The morning that follows that fateful night in Evelyn’s tent goes rather well, all things considered.

She approaches Astarion first. A pleasant surprise, considering they could hardly look at each other after he ravaged her the night before. 

He looks over the novel he had been skimming, Shanties for the Bitch Queen . Admittedly, not one of his favorites, but reading material was scarce these days. He closes it with a soft thud and rises to meet her, all pleasant smiles and perfectly coiffed hair. 

“Good morning.” he says, a curious tilt to his head. 

She looks a bit more pale than usual with faded, grim circles forming underneath her eyes. Her bun is a bit unruly, some strands falling into her face and parted by the wine-dark bone of her horns. She either didn’t sleep well or is still reeling from the anemia. 

The bruise he administered had spread and darkened, plainly visible even under the black ink of her tattoos. It seems she found no use in hiding it, then. Very well. It’s not like they keep extra scarves laying about the camp, anyway.

“How do you feel?” he asks, gently. He doesn’t mean to provoke her, but his curiosity is getting the better of him, and the slightest hint of shame is beginning to burrow its way into his conscience. Ugh . He thinks he prefers the tadpole.

“A bit woozy.” She responds, “I woke up this morning with the intention of asking you how one usually fares after being drained, but then I remembered,” she stops herself when she realizes what she’s about to say: I was your first. Unspoken, but lingering between them . It makes him want to laugh; A woman with a reputation such as hers acting so bashful .

“It’ll pass,” he reassures, “Just be glad I’m not a true vampire. A bite from one of them and you might wake up as a vampire spawn, like my good self. All of a vampire’s hunger, but few of their powers.”

“Speaking of hunger,” Evelyn says, realizing she’s famished. She turns from him and begins making her way towards the campfire. Finding that only charred logs and old cinders remain, she runs the black tip of her boot through the ashes with the intention of stoking the fire back to life, dust clouding, then dispersing before her.

He follows closely behind, observing. She seems well, all things considered. A bit out of sorts, but nothing a bit of rest couldn’t cure.

“You know, I had considered bringing you an apple,” Astarion starts, hovering by the pit, “Leaving it by your bedside before you rose for the day - ever the gentleman, but,” he clears his throat. 

That newly recognizable twinge of something is curling its way back into his chest, causing him to squint in discomfort. 

In truth, he didn’t know how she would react to him encroaching on her space. Not after that dreadful attempt on her life. He is a monster, after all. That, and she had already been so insufferably forgiving. Such kindness is likely to reach its end sooner rather than later.

“I - erm, didn’t want to disturb your rest.” is what he finally settles on. Polit , he thinks, Best not overdo it.

“That would have been nice of you.” She says it quietly, more to herself than to him.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea how nice I can be.” The flirtation sneaks its way out of him on an impulse. He’s about to apologize, something he seems to be doing a bit too often for his taste, when out of the corner of his eye, he catches one of their companions making their way towards them. 

“It appears we have company.” Astarion sneers, “And here I thought I was going to have you all to myself this morning.”

To the elf’s surprise, most of them were quick to come around to the idea of a vampire spawn slinking about. Especially once they found themselves in the middle of an ambush, and Astarion very quickly made good on his promises to her. 

Newfound strength coursed through his body, her blood weaving threads of heat through his veins as if it were his own. His speed was unmatched, cutting down half a dozen goblins before they had a chance to wail.

 It was exhilarating . 

The day flew by in flashes of red. Despite the many unnecessary stops Evelyn insisted on making to help undesirables, Astarion’s emotional high managed to remain relatively intact. That was, until their group settled in for the night.

As most of the others retired to their tents, the elf prepared for his nightly ritual: sifting through his collection of tomes and selecting one to read under the stars - his favorite way to end the evening. 

It was supposed to be perfect. Uneventful. Quiet .

But, there was Gale: lost in thought and muttering to himself, or maybe to the conjured image of some woman’s head floating above his hand. Astarion may have been able to ignore that in itself, but the sound of light footsteps drew his attention. 

Evelyn was approaching the wizard. 

He scoffs. Of course Gale was showing off in hopes of procuring her attention. The man was practically putting on a damn light show in his desperation. It’s not enough that the wizard eats valuable items they could be using to pawn for coins, but does he really have to be such an unbearable distraction as well?

“Pretty,” he recognizes the word as it leaves her. The sound of their chatter was too faint for it to carry its way to his beautifully pointed ears, but he could just barely read Evelyn’s lips at this angle.

Gale startles, dropping his hand along with his focus. The woman’s visage vanishes. He looks embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably as he no doubt explains himself in some horribly mundane fashion.

Astarion returns to his book, scanning over the page, but the words refuse to settle in his mind. He stares at the ink, willing the sentences to fill his head with anything other than the nonsense unfolding in front of him, but his focus stubbornly remains on the chattering pair.

Gods, he’s talking her ears off. 

At any moment, Evelyn will dismiss the man, embarrassing the hells out of him, which will make for an excellent show. That in itself is enough reason to keep watching. But the longer this goes on, the less he’s sure. 

She seems to be enjoying their chat, nodding in agreement at Gale’s words, listening to him without so much as a hint of impatience. Gale then steps behind her, a bit too close for the likes of an average, friendly conversation. His chest almost touches the woman’s shoulder as he moves into her space, the cloth of his nightshirt just barely grazing her. 

Something within Astarion begins twisting in protest. His thumb runs over the long-forgotten page in circles. The rough texture reminds him that yes, he was supposed to be reading, or at least attempting to look disinterested, but he can't will himself to turn away.

Gale smiles softly down at her, then begins to move his arms in a way that could only be described as a poor imitation of a wounded bird. Purple light emanates in front of the two of them in response. More magic tricks. Of course. As if that would be enough to impress the woman who’s supposedly been at the receiving end of every imaginable courting attempt in Faerun. 

Astarion rolls his eyes, content to continue his chapter of The Realm According to Bumpo, before he notices Evelyn following suit, imitating the very same motions. She, however, has a grace about her, unlike the bearded beast at her side. Her movements are quick and decisive, abandoning all flattery for precision. The burst of light emanates from her palms, just as it had for the wizard.

She looks pleased. Elated, even. This is the first time he’s seen her smile since she made a fool out of him in her tent, caressing his body and reveling in its reaction, like he was some sort of toy. Though her expression looks different to him now. He can’t quite place his finger on why.

He swallows, attempting to alleviate the tightness in his throat. 

A purple aura starts radiating around them, dancing and swaying in waves, as if the two were surrounded by a flowing channel of lavender, smelling of rosewater; the sun setting over a dark ocean. Even from a distance, the sight pulls at something inside him. An unwelcome ache settles within his chest.

Evelyn turns to the man next to her, unaware that they’ve been drawn closer by the magic enveloping them. She tilts her head back to meet Gale’s gaze. The way he’s looking at her, the flecks of gold in her irises locked with his: deep, brown, and moving, makes Astarion’s skin itch.  

He finds himself wondering what color his own eyes were before his transformation. Were they so seemingly honest, so trustworthy in their melanism, before they became what they are now? Sharp, red, and tinted by bloodlust. Wouldn’t they be boring? 

“You’re staring.”

He’s pulled from his brooding by the sound of Shadowheart’s observation. He hadn’t noticed her approaching him, distracted by that sickening, sweet smell. “Or has the tadpole gifted you with the ability to telepathically commune with books?”

“I’m simply admiring our wizard’s talents.” Astarion says, dismissing her with a wave, “Making sure all those expensive boots and rings haven’t gone to waste. It would be a pity, wouldn’t it? Unnecessarily sacrificing clothes that may have suited you while you’re having to traipse about in a tin can?”

The cleric snickers, “I see. Is that why you look like a kicked pup? Or, are you upset that your master’s replaced you with a new lapdog?” 

He slams the book closed. The sound surprises Evelyn, and the magic surrounding her and Gale dissipates. 

He doesn’t dignify Shadowheart with a response, nor does he spare a second glance at the others before retreating to the quiet solace of his tent.

”That wretched little…” He grumbles to himself as soon as he closes the entrance, tossing Bumpo atop the other novels in his collection, all piled haphazardly on the small desk occupying a corner of his living space. 

This type of reaction was unusual for him. Astarion would normally be happy to engage in petty banter. The more scathing, the better, but Shadowheart had somehow weaseled her way into a tender area. It left him feeling exposed, and a bit nauseated at the idea of allowing someone so clearly beneath himself, at least in terms of wit, to get the better of him. 

Taking a deep breath, Astarion focuses on releasing the tension in his jaw. Best not to let this ruin his entire night, he reasons, before lighting  several half-melted candles littering his quarters. Their flames emanate a soft, golden glow, and the process is meditative enough to finish soothing him. 

He doesn’t have watch tonight, so he allows himself some extra comfort, removing his shirt before sinking down into the soft furs of his bedroll. Astarion closes his eyes to trance, thinking the extra rest will do him some good, but the image of Evelyn rushes back to his mind -  the way her soft lips parted in surprise, realizing her and Gale’s close proximity, and how his gaze flitted down to her mouth in return..

The wizard should be wearing a damn collar around his neck with how she commands his attention. It’s pathetic.

It couldn’t be a matter of coincidence, surely. She must know the effect she has on the man. If Gale harbors feelings for her ( yuck ), even if it were the result of close quarters, Evelyn could use it to her advantage. She had just revealed the effectiveness of similar tactics to him last night, and a powerful wizard would be a powerful ally. 

Whereas, Astarion is just… a vampire spawn. Not even a true vampire. A slave. A nobody.

He rubs his face in frustration. The Sharran did have a point. Astarion may have an insatiable appetite, happy to receive all matters of attention from whatever suitors decide to shower him with it, but what about her? What if Evelyn found him less interesting, less worthy of her time and, subsequently, her protection? 

No. His ego balks at the suggestion. 

Besides, he had felt her lust for him not 24 hours ago. It moved through him as though it was his own, and the taste of her still lingers on his tongue. He heard the hitch in her breath - felt it under his own lips, and reliving the memory still stirs a familiar hunger within him. 

Though, they still haven’t spoken about it. 

The usually quiet, insecure part of him wonders if she’d just rather forget it altogether. He could empathize with that, at least. It’s easy enough for him to imagine their last encounter may have left her feeling disgusted, used.

Guilt worms its way back into his mind, cozying up right next to his tadpole but oh, so much worse . 

He hasn’t felt like this since the beginning of his servitude. He assumed the emotion had been neglected long enough to be left entirely behind him, overshadowed by the threat of whatever new, interesting ways Cazador would think of to torture him at the mere suggestion of disobedience. But here, in the thin veil of safety he’s allowed himself to believe shrouds him, he aches. 

It’s unbecoming.

Instead of resting as he should, Astarion isn’t quite sure how much time he spends ruminating on ways to quietly rid the party of Gale, before he hears the faintest rapping at the canvas of his tent. 

At first, he believes he imagined it, and gives the noise little consideration before settling back into his trance. But then, he hears it again: quick, rapid tapping. A knock. 

It surprises him. He hurriedly moves to stand. In the faint glow of the candlelight, the shadow at his doorstep dances against the closed fabric, smaller than himself and horned. A visit from Evelyn at this hour? Strange.

He undoes the ties and opens his space to her. 

Her hair is undone, dark waves falling over her shoulders and obscuring the marks he gave her. She’s wearing the same clothes she wore to bed last night, the very same black breast band. It smells as if it's been washed, though, with no lingering scent of her blood. Her loose, matching trousers settle high on her waist, just above her navel. She looks exhausted. 

Being run ragged by the events of the day while also having to contend with a missing pint or two of blood may have had more of a negative effect than anticipated. 

Evelyn doesn’t say anything at first, but he catches her eyes glancing at his bare chest before retreating back to his own, cementing themselves there. He raises an eyebrow at her, smirking, and thinks about teasing her. The temptation threatens to get the better of him, but he refrains, not wanting this unexpected visit cut too short. “Need something?”

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Her stare is unwavering, a commitment worthy of admiration.

“Right this way.” Astarion bows slightly towards her, an arm raised behind him to gesture her inside. She steps past him, careful to not brush against his exposed skin. He closes the entrance behind them, shutting out the ambient noise and drowning them in silence. His space is large enough to accommodate himself and his essentials quite comfortably, but it's infinitely smaller with her here.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you.” there is a hoarseness to her voice. She must have woken up just before making her way over.

“No, actually. I was just catching up on some reading.” Not entirely a lie. He had been reading at several points tonight. “What is it you want to discuss? I’m assuming there’s a reason this couldn’t wait until morning, not that I mind.”

“It's about you.”

Oh. No midnight gossip, then.

"I’ve been thinking about how we’re going to continue feeding you.”

“You’ve been up all night tossing and turning because you're concerned about my eating habits?” he responds, unamused, and crosses his arms.

“I have not been tossing and -” she’s about to argue with him, he thinks, but her exasperation causes her to lose her concentration. She breaks eye contact, distracted by the toned curves of his biceps, then snaps her gaze to the floor. “Would you please put on a shirt?”

“Ha!” His laugh is humorless. “I’d like to think we’re well past the point of propriety. Besides, you're in my tent.”

Evelyn pinches the bridge of her nose. “I knew this was a mistake.”

“Come now, darling. Why are you really here?”

She sighs in frustration, as if he should already know.

“I wanted to talk about last night.”

“Ugh, I’ve already apologized. What more do you want?”

A moment passes in uncomfortable silence. He can practically hear the gears grinding in her head as she searches for the right words, and he'd give anything to reach out with his tadpole and take the unfiltered thoughts from her mind. Instead, he takes pity on her.

“Unless, you’re looking for another nibble?” 

It's a joke, a way to clear the tension from the air. Entirely unserious.

She doesn't laugh.

Instead, she looks around the room: first at his assortment of decorative pillows, then to the empty elixir bottles piled in a corner, anywhere but himself. "Well, I - I don’t know.”  She clears her throat. “I just figured after today’s performance, it may be for the best.”

Wait. What?

He stiffens, so taken aback by her suggestion that the elf almost believes he’s still mid-trance. 

“What?” 

“I may be willing to help you again, when necessary.”

She has to be joking.

“You’re joking.”

“No. I’m serious, if it would help.”

“It would.”

“Then, yes.”

They stand almost toe to toe, Astarion once again absorbing her warmth. He hadn’t noticed their height difference the first time they did this, too busy devouring the poor woman like some deranged beast, but it's notable here, on equal footing. Peering up at him, her nose aligns with his collarbones.

"Tonight, then?" she asks.

"Eager, are we?"

She shrugs with indifference, "Just in case we run into any trouble at the goblin camp tomorrow."

The very picture of practicality. What else did he expect?

"Alright, then."

"Alright."

That nagging sensation begins to tug at him again - the very same one he felt as he had stepped out of her tent last night. A weak but unshakeable tension, like a magnet, uncomfortable as it is alluring. The force of it draws his body closer to hers where she stands, hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Underneath her calm exterior, Evelyn’s heart is pounding. Though her breaths are steady, controlled, he can hear it from where he stands. For a moment, those are the only sounds filling the space between them, until the tiefling speaks up.

“You’re tall, for an elf.”

An oddly-timed observation, but a true one. His brother, Petras, was always outwardly envious of him for it. Though, he's not sure why it sounds so flattering coming from her lips.

“How kind of you to notice.” 

She scans the room, searching for something, until she spots the table. Her fingers run along the dark ringlets in the wood, tracing the hardened puddles of forgotten wax, until they reach his heaping pile of books. She taps her fingertips on his leather bound copy of Bumpo . 

“May I?” 

He nods, unsure of what’s been asked of him. 

Evelyn gathers the novels in her arms before piling them carefully onto the floor in a few leveled stacks, clearing the space. ”That should be enough room for one of us to sit,” she says, evenly. 

Then, there is a heavy silence; anticipation. It hangs in the air thick as smoke, twice as suffocating. She's only taken a few steps from him, but it’s as though she’s crossed an ocean. The distance between them begins to develop its own gravitational pull, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

“Whatever’s most comfortable, dear."

The tiefling nods, then plants herself on the table’s surface, legs hanging over the edge. Evelyn is now eye-level with him, her irises glossy; catching and reflecting what little light dances off the few remaining candles beside her.

She tilts her head at him, expectantly. Her face remains neutral - practiced, as though she feels nothing at all; as if she isn’t trying to drive him mad.

She’s back to playing her little games.

Fine.

Astarion’s posture straightens as he strides towards her, confidently closing their distance. He places his hands at her sides, not quite touching her, but still close enough to feel the heat emanating from her body, even through her clothes.  

“Now, where would you like it?” The question sounds innocent enough, but the double meaning is not lost on her. 

Her grip tightens at the table’s edge, knuckles whitening. 

His head tilts downwards, looming over her like a predator, and the scent of vanilla invades his nostrils. The sweetness settles on his palate before spreading across his tongue, coating it with a rum-like burn. He runs the flavor over the sharp edges of his teeth.

"I could do it here," he whispers, dipping his nose and running the tip of it along her nape. He quietly revels in how she prickles beneath him, her body betraying her feigned indifference.

"Or, here." One of his thumbs trace the flat of her wrist in slow, circular motions, causing the pulse beneath it to flutter.

"Or…" His other hand slides atop her knee, fingers gripping and parting her thighs just slightly…

She snaps them shut.

"Just do it, dickhead."

He hums a laugh. 

“As you wish.” 

The cool brush of Astarion’s lips on her neck has Evelyn’s heart racing, a frantic drum beating against his ears. It’s just as intoxicating as he remembers, threatening to muddle the edges of his mind. “Just try to keep still for me.” he whispers.

The warning is sincere, but the stubborn woman misinterprets him. Thinking he’s toying with her, she opens her mouth, intent on insulting him, but stops short, whining pitifully when his fangs break the surface of her skin. Her body flinches at the initial discomfort, but otherwise remains virtually motionless; compliant.

Drinking from her now feels like an entirely new experience. This time, he anticipates the raging current - knows how to find his footing. Rather than being ripped under, it feels as though Astarion is floating, enveloped in warmth unlike any he’s ever known. At best, he would imagine it similar to a hug, had he ever been on the receiving end of one.

He begins to lap at the wound to keep it from closing, the press and drag of his tongue drawing out a few small, involuntary twitches from the girl. She’s being so good for him, staying put like she’d been told; fighting her own restlessness, the urge to squirm in place.

If only she would allow him to reward her, to offer his body in exchange for this endless parade of favors, he would take the chance in a heartbeat. It would be so, so easy with her, unlike any miserable encounter he’d been forced into partaking in the last few centuries. He knows he would enjoy her body, along with all the lovely little sounds she would make for him; the temporary bliss.

And it would be a fair price to pay for keeping him safe, fed, and warm . 

The mental image has Astarion’s hand moving without his knowledge, too engrossed to notice his own palm caressing the side of her face. His thumb traces the edge of her cheek as he holds her there, allowing the weight of her head to rest against his fingers. Dark strands of hair brush against his knuckles, bringing him back to the present.

He thinks Evelyn hasn’t noticed yet, believes himself safe to correct the mistake without any mutual discomfort.

Which leaves him infinitely more overwhelmed when her smaller hand grazes up the length of his arm, wrapping it around his wrist to keep it in place. Her body relaxes into his touch, seemingly more grounded. 

The intimacy is like a punch to the chest.

She’s suddenly too close for comfort. It’s claustrophobic - suffocating, strangling him along with whatever sense he had left, apparently. That damned vanilla, the dizzying scent of her blood -

Air, he thinks, I just need some fresh air.

Astarion pulls away from her, readying an apology and an excuse to swiftly dismiss the woman. 

But when Evelyn meets his gaze, the words die prematurely.  

She is a vision , freckles dappling her skin like star-covered porcelain, now flushed red from nose to cheeks. The whites of her eyes have gone glossy, dazed and dream-like, tempting him further into her space.

Her tongue darts out to wet her parted lips, the small gesture commanding his attention. He finds himself entirely fixated on them, as if it would take another life-altering, unnatural disaster to pull his focus away. 

Evelyn’s lashes flutter in recognition, then she quickly releases his wrist. The residual heat fades before he can appreciate it, leaving him cold once again. 

“Oh, sorry.” 

“My apologies."

Their speech overlaps, then silence fills the room again, and they are left to stare at each other. His hands suddenly feel much too idle at his sides, itching. He throws on a polite smile, a familiar mask, but the expression doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Astarion has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. His hunger is sated, and he should feel satisfied. He should feel like a new man. 

So why, then, does he only feel this intolerable weight in his chest?

Why does his stomach turn at the idea of her so carelessly offering herself up to any vampire spawn, let alone himself , despite the obvious danger? 

Why is he so deeply frustrated by her lack of self preservation?

Isn’t this exactly what he wanted; to have her crawling back for more?

He can't help but wonder if this sudden apprehension is part of her little plan: to confuse him, drive him to distraction, then bring him to his knees like every other unfortunate man she’s had in her sights before robbing them and tossing them aside.

Out-seducing a vampire would admittedly be an admirable feat, but why? What could her angle be, when Astarion has nothing to offer her? 

“Are you alright? You look… lost.” 

He blinks back to the present. 

“I - ” He coughs, " Ahem . Yes, dear. Of course.” 

Hot, crimson streaks drip down the sharp bone of his chin. He springs into action, away from her unfavorable concern, and grabs his nightshirt from off the floor behind him. He has just the one, beautifully embroidered and sewn back together countless times by his own hands, now being used in place of a common napkin. 

Evelyn gasps. The sound is like ice, piercing his chest when he realizes his mistake. The devil’s never seen him without a shirt on before now. Meaning, she had never bore witness to the elaborate poem carved into his back - ugly, raised scars painting his flesh and soiling his otherwise perfectly sculpted muscle. 

He regrets not humoring her request to redress earlier. 

The elf plays off the noise as if he hadn’t heard it, turning to hand her the clothes and hoping she knows better than to mention anything of it. She silently takes the garment from him and places it where he had bitten her. A blooming red stain soaks into the pale fabric. He’ll have to work on getting it out for the next several days, if it decides to come out at all.

Evelyn finally moves to stand, teetering a bit from lightheadedness. Astarion reaches out to steady her, but she shakes her head, declining. 

“I’m okay.”

He retracts his hand. The damned thing’s gotten him into enough trouble tonight already. 

“Well then, you should get some rest.” 

She scoffs, “Wow, not even a thank you?”

He lowers his voice, practically growling at her, “My dear, if you’d allow me to properly thank you, you wouldn’t be leaving this tent. Maybe not for the next week, if I’m feeling generous.”

A pretty little flush once again spreads across her face. He’s rather pleased with himself, thinking he’s finally stunned her. 

“And if you weren’t feeling generous?”

Rising to meet him, then. She is playing a very dangerous game.

Astarion closes what little distance there is left between them and grabs her face by the jaw, grip firm . The force has her stumbling, the back of her thighs meeting the hard edge of the table. Wood digs into her skin as the legs grate loudly against his decorative rugs, shifting from the sudden push.

Evelyn’s eyes shut, brows furrowed and panting as she clutches his forearms to steady herself.

To his wicked delight, she does not pull away.

His thumb drags over her bottom lip. The effort she’s expending not to whine at his gentle touch has him reeling. Her skin burns beneath his palms. 

“Then, I’d strip you, tie your limbs to this desk,” he murmurs against her lips, before tilting to whisper his confession hot in her ear. 

“And you wouldn’t be leaving this tent. Ever . ”

He abruptly releases her, turning away and waving her off. 

“Now, go. We have a big day tomorrow.”

Not sparing the woman a glance, he begins gathering his books and setting them back onto the table beside her.

She says nothing in response, but he hears her tear open the entrance to his tent and step out into the night.

[generouskittentidalwave]

ALRIGHT LMK FANDOM I AM GRABBING YOU VISCOUSLY BY THE THROAT RN AS I WANT THIS TO BE HEARD.

I am TIRED of seeing "Oh Mei is gonna be the warrior and Mk is gonna be the hero" or "Oh Mk is gonna be the warrior and Mei is gonna be the hero"

BECAUSE THEY ALREADY ESTABLISHED THAT THEY ARE NEITHER

Remember when Mei freaked out about the Samadhi fire? When she went out of control and people deemed her as a lost cause? Everyone except Mk. Mk stated that she is his best friend and he would never abandon her, as it then cut to Wukong looking at Macaque before Macaque abandoned the situation (once again), and then Mk ran into the fire, the hottest fire there is, just to hug and save Mei. He traveled everywhere just to find Mei after she ran off. It showed that they are nothing like Wukong and Macaque's relationship.

And when Mk freaked out as well and ran off? Mei gave Mk the space he needed to feel better, because she knows what it was like and how it felt to be labled as a monster due to something out of her control. And she knows that spending some time alone, getting help from the person you would least expect, can help someone feel better. And when Mk came back for them? She was happy, and they all hugged.

Ooooh and I can ALREADY hear the comments "But what about Mk's monkey form?" "What about Mk saying he feels like the warrior?" "What about Mk getting a lot of the spotlight moments instead of Mei?" "What about Mk being paralleled to Wukong and Mei being paralled to Macaque in so many things?" SHUSHY SHUSHU, I HAVE ANSWERS

First off Mk and his friends show no fear or hatred towards Mk's monkey form. They embrace it completely, with Mei even calling Mk as their "Monkey man". They cheered him on when he defeated Ink Mk as a monkey and they welcomed him back with full open arms when he came back to them. Wukong and Macaque show no problems with it either. Could Mk's form go out of control? Possibly. Is it very dangerous? Possibly. Will they treat him any different because of it? Absolutely not. If you think Mei and the whole gang wouldn't run in to save and help Mk if his monkey powers got out of his hand, thinking they are soulless monsters prepared to strike him down at all costs instead, then you have absolutely NO clue on how their friendship works. They will be FIRST IN LINE to help Mk and calm him down and wouldn't treat him or feel about him any different after the fact.

Mk feeling like the warrior was because he felt abandoned by Wukong, not by anyone else. Especially not Mei. And Mk gets more spotlight because he is the main protagonist. Wukong and Macaque are paralleled with Mk and Mei because they are supposed to represent what they could've been together and what they could still be. Mk and Mei are everything that Wukong and Macaque aren't and that's the whole point.

Whatever happens in the future I still stay strong on my opinion that Mk and Mei's friendship, along with their friendship with others, is a stronger than the tie that history could repeat itself and Mk proved that right at the very start when he rushed into the fire to save Mei without any hesitation declaring to everyone, including Wukong and Macaque, that he will never abandon her. And she will never abandon him. And that's important.

[ep2nd]

@anxious-anon-time sorry for being late, was really busy this weekend

I'm very sorry this is 2 weeks late, had to board a plane, then was relaxing on Vacay, then had to catch up in school the next week

"What do you think of the Ink Scroll arc"

I absolutely stinking loved it.

Now here's the essay you ask for (or didn't, I just want to write an essay)

1. Love the foreshadowing/self awareness. Ex. When MK says "Maybe this the part of our journey where things get DARKEE" the poor boy- also love how the word Journey was used, foreshadowing how it was about the Journey to the West

2. Everyone had good arcs, except Pigsy? Like, MK beautiful, Meis opposite nature to Ao Lie, lovely, Sandy fighting the monster allegations, been his trauma since the beginning (when he references he's changed since meeting Pigsy last), showcasing the difference between Tang and Tripitaka qns for Tang to get more development?! Woo!!! But Pigsy?? Having the same plot/character development of Sandy, where being a monster doesn't matter Yada Yada Yada, it just didn't make sense.

There was no part beforehand where Pigsy EVER questioned that part of him, unlike Sandy who's been afraid of hurting someone, yes I enjoyed the episode, the Cook references from previous (and also Freenoodle crumbs) were amazing. What I wish they had done was something like Pigsy questioning his family, or chosen family in this case. THEY EVEN WENTOF THEIR WAY TO MAKE THE "MONKEY KINGS NOT MY DAD PIGSY IS" MOMENT. Like- I just Pigys arc was more family/friend centered, definitely would compliment whatever jumbo shrimp mess MK had going on

3. Talking bout MK- the trauma and angst were GORGEOUS we love it. My boy been through so much. And we learned more of his past?! The theorists were going CRAZY. Love the Sunburst and Soysauce moment, MMMMMMMM, this boy needs to stop trusting people so quickly oh my gosh AZURE WHEN I CATCH YOU-

4. Really good villain. Love how they went with a villain who thought HE was the hero, and main character I guess lol. Was he a turned villain? Yes but he was a good one! Kinda wish the foreshadowing was better, instead of that one episode where Tang just watched and realized it. He's a complex character, who just wanted to help people, and yeah his ambition wasn't even bad, the Jade Emperor isn't great even, but he took it too far

5. Great job yall, you guys made a character everyone hates, Peng, Revalis brother from another mother

6. Yellow Tusk was ehhh, wish we saw more of his character, seemed interesting, loved his loyalty

7. Now LMK is very special from other shows I've watched he'd because well, I'm willing to rewatch many episodes, even if I know what will happen, I tend to not rematch ANYTHING because of this problem, but LMK is just different. For some reason the Scroll arc is the exception, I like it, but for some reason I don't see myself rewarching it, don't know why

8. Ink MK was a beloved, his voice?! Design?!? DIALOG AND SPEECH PATTERN!?!? BRILLIANT. really love all Ink people moments, mostly just Ink MK, and Wukong.

9. Glad Wukong got development, man is facing the consequences of his actions and its really getting him, I'm glad he's getting really good development.

10. Master Subodhi. Do I need to say more?! Loved him dearly. Wish he and Wukong remet. :( liked his character very much, I like how he wasn't even real in the Scroll and still had omniscient abilities. My only question was what else did he know?! On that note, is anyone going to talk about how the girl is just, like immortal?! The Acolyte as yall call her. Now I don't think Subodhi just GIVES out immortality, I feel like he saves it for special people, like Wukong, no I have theories and headcannons for her but that's another day.

Also I'm a suckered for any JTTW character appearance. LMK GIVE ME ERLANG SHEN, GOLD STAR OF VENUS, GUANYIN, ANY OF NEZHAS BROTHERS, AND MY LUFE IS YOURSSSSS

11. The only thing I can think of left is how in the world did the Scroll worked?!? Like, it didn't teleport them to the past, I've been making a simulator almost? But then why does the characters inside feel so real, and how did Wukong trap Peng and Yellow Tusk, and where and hwt have they been doing?! AND HOW DOES THE OMNISCIENT POWER OF SUBHODI WORK. MAN CANT HAVE THAT MUCH PLOT REASONS POWER. AND FOR GOODNESS SAKE HOW DID THEY GET THE OLD PILGRIMS WEAPONS LAST TIME I CHECKED TRIPITAKAAS STAFF WSS IN WUKONGS CAVE

[our-happygirl500-fan]

LMK/LEGO MONKIE KID SEASON 4 SPOILERS

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Something that I think is kind of interesting interesting is that MK feeling as though he’s destined to bring chaos upon the world might be tied back to LBD’s taunts from the season 3 specials

Mei: Wukong knew the risks, it’s what he would do if he had to, that’s the hard part of being a hero.

LBD: Hero? Please, you’re not heroes, you’re mere agents of chaos!

In the episode The Corrupted King, LBD calls the Monkie Kid gang ‘agents of chaos’ & the taunt seems to have stuck with MK as in the episode Pitiful Creatures, Ink MK seems to constantly reinforce the idea of MK & his friends only bringing chaos to the world.

Ink MK: The chaos and destruction that we’ll bring upon the world will make Wukong’s past look like nothing 

Ink MK: Doomed to play a role in tearing this world apart, to cause nothing but chaos and destruction 

Ink MK: Your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become! They will destroy you harbinger of chaos!

It’s kind of interesting how LBD calls Mei & the others ‘agents of chaos’ as an almost throwaway line & then in season 4 the concept of ‘chaos’ is reinforced multiple times.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

OKAY STRAIGHT UP THIS FEELS TOO SOON, WATCHING TWO IN A DAY FEELS LIKE SO MUCH WITH THIS BUT HEY LETS KEEP ON SCHEDULE AND MAKE UP FOR MISSING LAST WEEK TO MYSELF

TIME FOR LMK SES 4 EP 7

First of all last ep was whack still trying to analyze what the heck was going on with Mk being crafted from Monkey Kings stone or something, like did I MENTION THE WONDERING IF SOMEONE MADE HIM AS A BACKUP IN CASE SWK GOES WHACK AGAIN? BECAUSE?? HECK MAN THAT’D BE CRAZY I’M JUST SITTING HERE LETS GO

okay iNHALES

here we go

THE DUNNNNNNNNNNNNN THAT HAPPENS IMMEDEATELYGBDFMSDF

PITIFUL CREATURES

OKAY

HELLO SMILEY INK MK HOWS IT BOPPIN

WHATS THE MATTER GUY

HELPGNSDFKMAOIEFM

“y… yeah actually that’s exactly what i want! :D “

;-;

well heck then ig

no more monster of the week adventures ;-;

“You’re not my friend, YOU’RE NOT ME”

HECK I’M HAVING A MOMENT OVER THIS IG

OH THE STAFF YESSSS

BEST FRIEND? HELP???GHL;SDFSD

OH THIS IS FUN

WHERE YOU GOING GUY?

UP ALL INSIDE OF MY HEAD

HORRIFYING THIS IS GREAT

I’M LOVING THIS

THIS IS AWESOME ACTUALLY SO SORRY YOU’RE GOING THROUGH THIS MK BUT THIS IS GREAT

I’M JUST MK, NOODLE DILIVERY GUY, WITH THE- POWERS FO THE MONKEY NO BIGGIE GBSDLFJASDFJ

OKAY INK MK BEATING UP REGULAR MK WOW THAT WAS A PUNCH

DANG

WILDIN

okay like at this point iv’e stopped having thoughts and am Just kinda watching heck HGSALK;JFASDF

AH YES BACK TO THE CREW

WHATS UP MY BELOVEDS

MEI’S ON A MISSION HERE HGSLDKFJSDF

I miss Ao lei ;-;

TANGEY GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME

GRAVE DIGGING HELP

MA’AM

TANG?????

BUDDY????

OH TANG BUDDY

AW

SANDY

HECK

THIS IS GOOD

SANDY IS SUCH A MISSING PUZZLE PIECE CALIMMING EVERYBOYD DOWN

AIR

MONKEY KING

MISS YOU

ma’am i love yo you’re great

MONKEY KING???

DO WE GET??

oh bruh

that

HECK?? A CRACK IN THE SKY???

HECK??

OH MK INK FIGHT FIGHT FIHGT FIGHT

STUFF MK DOESN’T WANT OT THINK ABOUT HUH THAT’S FAIR

OFC I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT

MAYBE

PLS WHY

YEAH

HECK

JUST WANTS TO BE MK

HECK MAN I’M JUST SITTING HERE

OH THE LBD VOICE MOMENT

THIS INK THING SNATCHING THE STAFF

OH WOW FIRE PUNCH THERE

WE HELP PEOPLE, I MEAN I HELP PEOPLE

OH THE SCROLL FR SLAPPIN

THIS IS GONNA HAUTN MY NIGHTMARESNGLSMKFMWEOMF

OH WHAT A MIS-MATCH OF ALL THE STUFF MK’S FOUGHT AND THEN INK MONKEY HEAD THIS IS

I LITERALLY JUST GOTTA SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO THEM TALK IT/FIGHT IT OUT HECKGN;SLFKS

WHOAH HEY

HEY I SAW THAT

MONKEY FR

RIGHT THERE

OH THAT’S NEAT

SO WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO SEE MONKEY MK IN THIS HUH

aw man is he yellow? :T LOOK IT LOOKS WEIRD OKAY WHERE’S THE MONKEY NOSEG;LKSMFWF

i can’t believe i get a single glimpse of the design and I’m nitpicking it SORRY I’M JUST GOING HTROUGH IT AND AND GRASPING AT STRAWS TO FEEL NORMALGL;DSMDS

SCREAMS

I JUST SAT THROUGH ALL OF THAT MONKEY KING SIR MATE MAN WE SAW HIM FOR A SECOND I DIDN’T THINK WE WOULD HECK OKAY MONKEY MK FR I FEEL LIKE I NEEED TO GBAC K AND TO THROUGH ALL THAT FRAME BY FRAME HANG ON

THE STOP

HECK

CRACKS IN IT

WILDIN LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON

YEAH BOIIIII THAT’S WHAT I’M TLAINGABOTU JHECKIGN  

KID

MONKEEEYYYY

HECK

THERE HE IS

I DIDN’T THINK HE’D SHOW UP OH MY GOSH ITS HIM

MONKEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HECK WHATS HAPPENIGN

HOW’D WUKONG GET OUT OF THE CURSE TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON

OH WOW THAT’ S A LOT OF PWOER

BUT ITS FINE

HECKIN

I AM

HECK MAN MK JUST SO RELIEVED TO SEE HIM

WOW THAT’S A GIANT

HECKING

THINK MONSTER

YEAHAHHHH

CREW BACK

WB WB

WELCOME BACK

I LIKE THE ENERGY

HELPGNL;SDKFMDS

CURSE GIANT

OH BOY WUKONG LIKE WDYM THIS GUY HEY BRING THE MONKEYS BACK

AW

OH WOW

CIRCLET

SHUT UP BACK OFF

CIRCLET

MONKEY KING GO BRRRRRR

DARN RIGHT

OH THIS IS GREAT

HECK

HOW’S THIS GOING TO END I’M SCREAMIGN

I’M SO AFRAID OF THAT CIRCLET RIGHT THERE

NO

THIS CURSE THING FR PULLING ABSOLUTELY NO PUNCHES

THE FLASHES OF THE CIRCLET DUDE HECK

A H ???

OH MY GODS???

I’M GONNA CRY????

THE AO LEI??

WALKING PAST??

HAND ON HIS SHOULDER??

AND THEN IT’S MEI

TALKIGN

YEAH HECK

OH MY GODS THIS FR

YEAH

YEAH I’MA CRY FR

FAKING IT TILL WE MAKING IT SO YOU BETTER BE TAKIN IT S O N

TH

HECK

HECK DUDE

THIS IS KILLING ME

THE

LOOK

L O O K

ITS THE CREW

IN THEIR NEXT LIFE

AND THE HANDS ON MONKEY KINGS SHOUDLERS

THIS IS KILLING ME FR

GET EM BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

OH MAN COLOURFUL MOMENT

OH B R U H

HARBENGOR OF CHAOS??

HELLO??

STOP TALKIGN

SO TRUE

GET EM

WELP THERE HE IS

THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSS

MONKEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL

THEN PROVE US WRONG

THAT

Y’KNOW

WHAT

THAT DOLOGUE IS SO GOOD

AND PIGSY “TAHT’S MY BOY!”

THIS IS GREAT

OH BOY

NO

KILL HIM

BITES

GRRGGRGGRR SUS MAN

GET EM

GET RID OF HIM

SUS LION

EAT THIS SUCKAH

HE’S JUST STANDING THERE I PAUSED IT I WANT HIM GONE PLEASE DONT’ BE EVIL I THINK YOU’RE AT LEAST GONNA CALL MK A MONSTER OR OSMETHING HECK

YEAH STANIDNG PROTECTIVELY

ME

SNAP

HECK BACK OFF NOOOOO

MONKEEEYYYYYY

MONKEY KING

DID HE JUST SNATCH MONKEY KING

HE JUST SNATCHED HECKING MNKEY KING

YEAH HEY JERKFACE BRING THE MONKEY BACKJ

HECK YOU GUYS I DIDNT’ THINK WE’D GET ANY MONKEY KING CLIPS BUT WE DID

HECK JUST

THE WAY HE APPROACHED MK WITH THE LIEK “YOU SEEM TO BE DOING FINE RIGHT?” JUST

HECK

DUDE

WORRIED BUT NERVOUS FEARFUL LAUGHIGN YOU’RE FINE RIGHT?

THAT JSUT HECK MAN

HECK

DUDE

WHAT THE CRAP

AND THIS IS ONLY EP 7???

THIS FEELS LIKE AN EP TEN

OH MY HECK HECKGLFSDFM

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT

I LIKED THE DIOLOGUE BETWEEN MK AND INK MK

HECK

THE

A LOT OF THAT WOULD BE HIS THOGUHTS

AND THEN THE INK MK BEING OKAY AND JUST “then prove us wrong” BECAUSE MK

HECK

EHCK I’M HAVING THOUGHTS ABOTU THAT EBING MK’S INTERNAL DIOLOGUE TO HIMSELF ITS FINE

THE WHOLE JTTW CREW MAKING AN APPERANCE, THE AO LEI BIT REALLY GOT ME HE’S SO WONDERFUL AND SWISHY AND LIVES IN MEI PROBABLY HECKIGN REINCARNATION STUFF AND I’M IN PIECES AND I ADORE HIM AND HER AND THEM AND EVERYONE AND JUST HECK THIS REALLY DOES MAKE THE SAMADHI FIRE BIT HIT JUST AS HARD AS I THOUGHT IT DID WITH WUKONG LOOKING UP AND MEI YELLING AND FEELING LIKE THAT’S AO LEI YELLIGN CAUSE THEIR DRAGONS LOOK SIMIALR AND THAT’S TENCICALLY HIM IN THE NEXT LIFE AND ALL THIS HECKING STUFF I’M FINE Y’ALL I’M ALL GOOD THERE WSA SO MUCH THAT HAPPENED IN THIS ONE

THE CIRCLET BIT

YOU GUYS THE CIRCLET THAT BETTER NOT SHOW UP AGAIN I SWEAR

THEY FR WENT THROUGH ALL THAT TO GET THEIR FRIENDS AND MONKEY KIGN OUT AND THEN HE JUST GETS SUCKED RIGHT BACK INTO IT BY HECKIGN AZUE PIECE OF CRAP SQUARE UP YOU BRAIDED JADED LOSER I’LL FIGHT YOU MYSELF

THE FACT DESTINY CONTINUES TO BE A THING THROUGHOUT ALL THIS AND THE LIKE DEFYING DESTINY AND THE ECHOS OF LBD AND THE FEARS OF HSI FRIENDS THINKING HE’S A MONSTER AND WILL TURN ON HIM AND SEEING THE FRIENS SQUARE OF AGAINST INK HIM WOULD MAKE IMAGING THAT SO MUCH EASIER AND THE FLICKING INBETWEEN HIMSELF AND MONKEY HIMSELF AND WUKONG STAYING CLOSE TO MK AND SHEILDING HIM AND HTE MONKEY MK (heck I’m gonna make a couple monkey edits right away to at least give him an one his face looks so empty hgslk;fjsadf) AND THE SLOW MO BIT WHEN HE’S DIVING AND HOW HECKING BEAUTIFUL THAT LOOKS I DESPERATELY NEED TIO USE THIS IN AN AMV OF SOME KIND HECK AND HTEN HE’S BACK TO FLICKERING THEN HECKING AZURE *STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM* WUKONG IMMEDEATLEY SHEILDING MK AND THE CREW FROM THIS GUY, THE LIP CURLED DISGUISTED LOOK ON AZURES FACE SHUT UP DUDE SHOVE UR FACE IN THE DIRT, WUKONG LOOKING BACK PANCKED I AM NOT OKAY, MK FLICKERING AND THEN MEI TAKING MONKEY KINGS PLACE SHEILDING MK IMMEDEATELY BECAUSE THEY ALL KNOW THIS DUDE’S SKETCHY AS HECK BUT MK STILL DOESN’T KNOW WHATS GOING ON AND HECK HECK EHCKE HECK ARE THEY OUT OF THE SCROLL NOW? IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE OUT OF THE SCROLL, MONKEY KINGS STILL IN THERE THE BRUH WANTS TO KEEP HIM TRAPPED AND TAKE HIM SOMEWHERE OR SOMETHING DOESN’T HE AAAAAAA STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM, SQUARE UP LION FACE, FACE MY WRATH YOU BLUE GUMBALL- OKAY

OKAY

WE’RE GOOD WE’RE FINEEEEEEE I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND NEXT WEEK HUH, THIS IS EP 7 THERE’S THREE MORE LEFT HECK, OKAY OKAY, WATCHING IT WITH MY BROS AND LOSING IT WITH THEM IG, I’M HAVING A MOMENT WE COOL WE CHILL TTYL KNOX OUT