#NEZHAーhotwheels.

[inmiasma]

The blight left dark blemishes on their hosts. Evidence. A symptom. The extent of the effect on the host's mind remained to be seen, but Nezha would continue to keep his eyes peeled.

"Just making sure." It would be annoying to change his number as a result of crank calls or spam texts. Everybody wants to sell something. That, or ask for boons.

"You'll definitely be hearing from me."

Nezha texted back. [NZH: 🪷 im a sucker for this kind of shit. ] And put his phone face down at the desk.

"Please don't forget that if you anything happens, you feel unwell, whatever, come see me. Nothing drastic, but I can try and dull the pain temporarily. I'll head to the library as soon as I can, but until then, I'll need you to hold on for me. Understand, Lugu?"

Thisーwas definitely 'pact' material. Not that he'd say that to the already suspicious Macaque, but agreeing to help sure did feel like a long term commitment. Add any kind of magic in that promise, and he felt like he was doing temple prayer services again. The power of spite drove him places. From the bedsides of elderly strangers and infants, to the knocking on the caves and doors of guilty parties, qian kun ring in hand. Killing a parasiteー one of this nature, felt like both worlds colliding. That of medicine and war. He kind of missed the hunt. It was nice to be busy like this.

The shadow raised a brow at the decorations, but dug a claw into the shadows against the door. He fished around for a bit, going by feel as he wasn't going to take his eyes off the other. He pulled out a phone decked out in a dark purple case with a plum charm dangling from it. The back was embossed with his logo.

His own password was a pattern he swiped, it was the first time he looked away from the celestial. He didn't use it too often, so he needed to make sure he did it right. As the simian turned his neck, something could be seen against his throat. A spot of black that vanished once he turned his head back to face the other.

Lugu squinted at Nezha's screen. He lifted a brow at the thumb placement, but didn't question it. Quickly, he inputted the number, sending a small text to be sure. Something along the lines of: 'why do you have so many charms?'

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna share it. It's not like I have many people to pass it on anyway," he mumbled.

"So," he tucked his phone away into the shadows, lifting a claw to run through his hair. "I'll hear from you?"

[inmiasma]

ーas if he hasn't heard that before... (tagging whoever wants to do a lil dash thing who hasn't done it already. tag me as the one you took it from maybe?) tagged by @6em4k

[inmiasma]

"You know, you really should consider taking a break, bud."

{for nezha!}

"Everyone keeps saying that..." His ink seal signified the end of yet another official letter. "No rest for the wicked, Macaque. I'm already behind on training with all these correspondence letters. As much as I'd like to, I can't ignore them either. Trust me. As long as I'm running the show now, there will be nothing to worry about later."

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reposting and elaborating on the self indulgent lore for lmk!zha with my wife @oopsallprotagonists :

Nezha has been creating 'good will' by working/corresponding with Ao Bing to promote and improve the relationship between heaven and the East Sea Kingdom by their own volition. Unknown to either side (save for a select few), the pair are in a secret relationship.

It was a mortal wedding conducted by a human to avoid their fathers (canon buddies that they are) finding out. They married with only Taiyi Zhenren and cloud lad/little cloud as their witnesses.

They live together in an expensive apartment and rely greatly on Ao Bing's funds between the long gaps between Nezha's wages (jttw specifically has 1 day in heaven equalling a year on earth ). While they negotiated a quicker pay cycle for Nezha (in consideration for how frequent he traverses between the realms), there is little that can be done to avoid the time barriers of Heaven and Earth. Ao Bing who is on the East Sea Pay Roll is paid in a timely manner.

Ao Guang is only barely tolerating Nezha because Ao Bing has always been his favourite son. Nezha doesn't include General Li in anything if he can avoid it. There is more but maybe I'll add them later as they are spoilers to the thread I have going with Leigh for their reunion flash back, set years after the canonisation of the gods (where Ao Bing would be resurrected and deified among many others including Nezha) and journey to the west. (Again, the taiwanese 70's 'gay nezha' novel has heavy spirit and presence in all my iterations of Nezha).

From an outside perspective it might look like Nezha has guilt for his 'excessive use of violence' towards the dragons. Or some may speculate he is trapped by 'obligation' to serve for taking the life of the Third Dragon Prince, and is made to serve the dragons as a continued punishment (as if taking his own blood wasn't payment enough. But in truth and between Nezha and Ao Bing are making an earnest attempt to improve relations and live together in peace.

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Time was a flowing river. Every moment not spent change and consequence. A tilting of the grand scale. The time they spent now was incredibly precious, and every detail needed to be taken into accountー for who knew what would be waiting for them downstream, if they didn't also acknowledge the shifting of sand and stones around their ankles. 

Nezha stood on his feet, and the golden rings that carried him remained at either side of his boots.

   “Before he was punished for his crimes against the celestial realm, Wukong was a force to be reckoned with. Even on his own, he was equal in strength with the greats. Under the influence of someone so spiteful, it's hard to measure the catastrophe that will occur if we go in unprepared. The Lady Bone Demon is more cunning than we ever gave her credit for, so if we're to exorcise Sun Wukong, we'll need every advantage we can get. Please share with us what you know. Then we can decide if or how we can use that information.”

"Forgive me for that old friend I was not anticipating the Bone King's return this soon, let alone him trying to take Mk's power already. I thought I would've had more time to bring you up in conversation but looks like that's all gone out the window." Wincing from the chuckle that left him, He wouldn't even have time to recover properly. Not an ideal scenario to be in but with the dire circumstances at hand Macaque would have to rely a lot more on those around him. "I'd return the salute but i'm lucky to even be breathing right now, I was barely able to chase the Bone King off."

"It's good to meet you as well Nezha, i'm sorry for pointing the staff at you. I thought you might have been the Bone King coming back to finish us off." Mk starts off, tucking the staff under his arm and copied the salute that the celestial had done before. He could at least show some proper respect or try to, a deep frown coming over his face as he looked to his mentor then towards Nezha. "As for the talk of the plan no he hasn't gone over it in detail yet, he wanted to wait for you first. All I know is that Bone King is supposed to be the Lady Bone Demon possessing the body of Sun Wukong, the former owner of my staff. I did see something however during the fight that I think should be brought to attention though." It might be nothing but Mk didn't want to leave out any details if it was to help them with defeating the Bone King.

[inmiasma]

can't 100% dispute that?

[inmiasma]

He doesn't have valid identification on Earth, only in Heaven. No passport, no photo ID, no drivers license, no birth certificate. (He has heavenly connections to 'forge' mortal documents if the need ever arises) Zha hasn't had a chance to apply for modern licenses, nor will he bother unless he's 'on leave'.

Most of Nezha's time is spent in the Heavenly Realms so by the time he comes back home from work something would have definitely expired. At present, everything Earthly in nature is left in Ao Bing's name, since he has permanent station and addressー plus he gets regular salary from the East Sea in a nice and timely manner.

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👤🔀👤 OH NO LMKZHA WATCH OUT

At first it was disorientating. But not for long. Posession wasn't all that different from switching bodies altogether and for both he was experienced. Pure determination made him commit to the bit despite this being an INCREDIBLY bad idea, but Sun Wukong had a way of bring out both his best and worst qualities.

And now he was him. For a day at least. Because 'there was no way you could handle a day in my shoes!'.

All that burdened him had washed away after an hour. That's all it took for Nezha to let himself eat the fruits of Wukong's mountainー to get back into the good books of the kids who knew he had a different way of walking and talking... Then there was the grass beneath him, letting his worries fall away as he ran on two feet and then on all four. Leaping! Through canopy and over tree top! And while he never learnt all the seventy two transformations like some others in his ranks, delighted laughter left him as he launched himself through the air and 'flew'.

Unaided...

...Sun Wukong really had it so good.

Nezha sat in a crater of his own making. Not used to a life without limits, it was hard to know what to do with it. Nothing stopped him from accidental destruction, just as little would stop him from destruction on a mass scale. He touched 'his' neck, preoccupied by the lack of restriction, then leapt back into the dense tree tops.

If he had what the Great Sage had every day, who would he have been? It was one thing to curse the privilaged (he was blessed with plenty of his own as well) but as a fellow hungry soul, there was always a chance he would have taken the same roads. So wouldn't he have as well? Commit violence? Speak as if he was as great as the heavens that sat above the sky? With all that his hands were capable of? As if Nezha wasn't as spiteful or turbulent...

The temporary monkey king swung and hung upside down from a tree before spotting his body. He hurried over feeling somewhat guilty. After all, the speed at which he adapted and left his friend left no time to exchange words. And he left Wukong with only the laughter of an excitementー a madness that he'd bottled up and forgotten about for centuries past. And without so much as instructions on how to use his tools.

"... I was stupid."

He really felt like Wukong now.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off like that. Are you okay..?"

[inmiasma]

Clears throat

‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. ( I saw this looking through your prompt tag)

In the blur of motion, there was Chang'e. What followed through was the night in her hair and the faint smell of sweet vanillaー before they were sent skidding, rolling and rocketing through Chang'e's vegetable patch. The collision sent the world around him spinning– even after he'd stumbled up onto his feet. In the confusion however, he could make out the distinct shape of his spear.

In his hands he hurled with all his might, sending the weapon shooting like a star through the airー piercing the demon through the chest and pinning it deep through a fruit tree. It happened in a smooth thrust, and with a powerful yell, but ended with him clumsily collapsing back onto the cabbage littered ground. 

He’d always had frighteningly god-like aim. What he never possessed however, was the banshee like howling that erupted from his blue painted lips. Cool toned hair created a shroud over his shoulders as he hung his throbbing head.

   “Iー”

It hit him all at once. This wasn't him. He wasn't this. His voice wasn't the same. He was all wrong. Removed from his own skin he was not himself.

"I'm okay..."

He took a deep breath and quietened his mind. It wouldn't be the first time he's been passed from one body to another. He'd been displaced, moved around and morphed before. This was no different. To his misfortune, his transformation involved another. The ground steadied and he breathed out. He made himself fine through the power of sheer belief, letting fear of the unexpected come and go with each exhale.

"Careful. W-when you stand. Andー... And don't worry. I've got this."

[inmiasma]

"Nezha is extremely gay."

"Li Nezha is 100% gay."

Well if anyone had any doubtsー

[inmiasma]

They're married but don't tell their fathers.

[inmiasma]

let nezha dress himself

kuding tea under the cut

[inmiasma]

Nezha is so quiet. He walked in with take away, saw the mess and walked right back out sweating.

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(REPOST don't reblog) bold applies, italics are circumstantial and striked out text don't have a place here ever whatsoever.

TOUGH SHELL.

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors.

SOFT INSIDE.

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. blowing heart shaped rings of smoke at you. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors.

[inmiasma]

( sitting avatar maker ) have a baby lmknezha?

[inmiasma]

for lmk!nezha: 😨

😨 - someone something they are afraid/scared of

Nezha leaned in. Hands clammy and heat radiating from him in waves. He spoke low, hushed, 'calm'. But with a crackle.

"I can't tell you." He gripped on to whatever his hands could reach. "Not in the open air. Not even if I wanted to. But if you figure it out on your own, maybe you shouldー..." Nezha paused, then eased his iron hold.

"...Nevermind. It's nothing. I'm not afraid of anything. You got that?"