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nikaii-koi · 2 days ago

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YOU HAVE LITERALLY MY THOUGHTS—well i have a theory of how stick sparked his vision but ill write/maybe draw it later tehee— i mean what if stick need dragon to harness his power so monkey can see that he is a powerful weapon (with how the place where he stood radiates and glows)?? Or perhaps stick needs the machine so he can talk to monkey first?? In movie stick were unactive when not with monkey right? We also know that only by monkey's touch stick can wake up/turn on (like some battery), so why in their first meeting he out of sudden active annd talk to monkey first?? Aannddd it happened again in the final battle,, but ofc yesh sometimes stick can be conscious too when monkey is conscious,,, grrahhhhh so confusingg. Just some hole from the movie i guess

Although we can sure that stick recognizes dragon in monkey's ceremony,, it means for 5000 years stick was fully awake right?? Scene when monkey and stick talking, dragon and other sea creatures didn't hear/see them (stick's glow) sooo what if stick tried to talk to dragon but his ass can't hear stick over his fruity demeanor

does stick actually have free will to be independent and has merely been sassily playing with monkey and dragons feelings because he enjoys the attention of those two competing for him

WHAT IF THAT REALLY HAPPENED HUHH—

Let me play with this dragon real quick. Dang he can't hear me. Lol he’s just sitting there all sad and bored. Maybe I should put on some lights show, a little treat for what he done to my place. Phew that was fun, look at his face omg— wait, he want my power for what now? It's not fun anymore. Oh another playmate! You can hear me? I've been waiting for this moment! Ok i want you, take me and let's get out of here. Oh it's dragon again! Gosh gentlemen stop fighting over me~ im serious stop it <- Stick probably

Just a pretty centerpiece

OH OHMY heres another one, do you think dragon built the machine like it's a dress up game?? "My gorgeous machine," cmon man he act like a mother dress up her kid with a gown machine she picked out, and like a kid playing with their doll and getting mad when another kid wants a turn,, anyway heck yeahh stick is pwettyyy~~

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS— is that a normal reaction when someone tells him that everyone loves his stuff (staff)??

"How dare you! Only me can love him" ahh reaction

GOODDAM YESSHHHHH MORE ANALYSIS POSTT YIPPIIEEEEE

I will live for the next 4 years dw ill be here when you done CANTT AGREE MORE stick is the key, the fundamental, the essential, the foundation, the boundary and the connector on how the protagonist and the antagonist explored, pushed each other, and transform into their better/bigger/stronger version of themselves when with him!!

As their lives revolve around stick.

One had lived with him since the dawn of time, one will live with him until the dusk of time.

Stick, The Monkey King's Plot Device: An Analysis

a matter of Free Will, Creativity, Control, Ownership, Choice, and Consent of an animated inanimate character

aka chronological notes of what happens in the movie with interpretative thoughts

for 5,000 years, stick only ever stood in one place in silence

the crystal palace was either; built around him, or he was left there tho it's hard to believe the center pillar of dragon king's home just has a spot reserved for him. I believe it's the former however it was, he never had a choice

dragon had stick stuck in a machine that will force and use him and his power to create a storm and flood, which is the opposite of what his original purpose was that got him down there to begin with thousands of years ago. an overglorified water meter

monkey was in search of the ultimate weapon, but stick said the first word. he's been waiting and immediately calls him "the most powerful being". this is promptly followed by being complimented not once, but twice from the guy he just met (ie "you are incredible") it is important to note monkey had never any positive assurance in his entire life, yet he says these things to stick, he makes this about stick, rather than himself

stick jumps into action and carries the battle, but he prioritises monkey's safety

he is a go-getter, taking the lead to take his new friend forward. he is a driving force that enables monkey to do what he does. he is excitable, violent, eager to please. stick has never been used in so long, he has a lot of pent up energy just bursting to get out. he protects monkey, but he is obedient to the point of losing his self by taking things literally. this should teach monkey how he works, that he is dependent on his wielder, his master, and that's why he couldn't have left the palace or dragon himself. he is a tool, who's entire existence is in the hands of whoever possesses him. he wants to be used and be useful. he wants to serve a purpose

monkey tells stick what to do, he listens, monkey tells stick to stop, he does so. and stick will do the best possible thing for them to show monkey what they are capable of together, giving him the confidence to trust his weapon as much as stick's chosen to trust him, that no matter what happens as long they communication, they will have each other's back

stick shares monkey's joys and sorrows. he cheers along the troop for his new name and groans when it seemed monkey got sad. they share excitement and aggressive tendencies too

they are more like a single entity with two equal parts rather than a pair, but it's not wrong to call them that either. mind & body, heart & soul, in action they are one, as people they are two, but must be kept together in order to work perfectly. stick is an extension of monkey, and monkey is an extension of stick. they match each others freak save for minor differences in preference and personality. when not in use, stick stands on his own, he reacts similarly as monkey, turns to him, and provides emphasis for the occasional words. he is completely supportive and always by his side if only a foot apart or at arms length, never out of reach

monkey is the same in the way that he values stick's own desires that are seemingly separate from himself. he is considerate of his weapon's wants despite having no impact or benefit to his own except maybe boost his ego. they share an ambition, yet something so minor like playing the guitar is so important to him because it's something stick wants. he didn't even ask if stick wanted anything, he already has him in mind, it was a matter of what and absolute that he gets it

the theme song is sung by stick's voice actor, the singer "ultimate screaming master" aka nan li from voodoo kungfu, an outstanding "world heavy metal music" band. so you could say stick wrote and sang a song about monkey throughout their 99 demons together. I know the lyrics are from monkey himself, the words are his, stick is the music, together they create harmony

stick is bloodthirsty, and he is an artist. both actions are forms of self-expression after lying dormant for millenniums. the same can be said for monkey in that he created an imaginary family, paired with his and stick's signature head-bashing, skull-splitting move, except he does this in sought of attention for being deprived of it his entire childhood, stick has always been the center of, yet was never heard, and the only thought he wants and cares about is from monkey

it was his idea the way they defeat red girl, unpromptly suggested

stick left his "home", because he finally could. he was stolen from dragon, who housed him. he was found by monkey, who allows him to be. stick can't be on his own without his wielder's permission and even then they're in close proximity of each other. monkey allows for stick's autonomy and will to be as free as he can be. he treats stick like a person more than the actual people he interacts with, while dragon still treats stick as property even after discovering he could talk. he doesn't care that stick has feelings, he only wants to abuse his power

Monkey: “What's wrong, Stick? You know this chump?”

Dragon: “Stick? You never talked to me!”

when dragon showed up, this is the only time stick vocalised in a way that it aggravated monkey enough to close his ears. stick doesn't get to say anything else, and he doesn't have to because no one but monkey listens to him, he doesn't need an explanation to come to his friend's defence. the same way stick is in-between the demons and monkey, this time monkey is shielding stick from dragon. a former roommate, acts like a controlling parent or possessive ex

Monkey, to Dragon: “You love my Stick, everyone loves the stick, but no one appreciates Stick like I do.”

Stick: “[incessant urgent warbling]”

Monkey: “Quiet Stick, the grown-ups are talking.”

of course monkey isn't perfect either, in the heat of the moment he ignores stick to protect him, and stick never holds a grudge or resentment towards monkey for his blunders, only dragon was met with initial hostility, but then none at all for the rest of the movie. stick is never really even annoyed with his partner, it just seems like he loves everything about him and wants the best for him, because that would mean what's best for himself too

dragon tries to talk to stick to come back, but monkey says he only listens to him. dragon responds with "I don't see a ring on it, honey" which is from the euphemism for a marriage proposal. dragon clearly doesn't approve of their relationship though this implies that in order for them to be together, they need to be wedded

without monkey, stick doesn't have a will. without a person, he is useless. he has no life, no will to life. it's meaningless without monkey, who he's waited for forever

he laughs at his jokes, they share a sense of humour

stick knows about hell. he knows about the scrolls of life and death

he could not have learned this during the 100 demons slaying because monkey would have known. the reason why stick never mentioned "crossing your name to cancel your death in order to become immortal" is that monkey was under the impression he would win the immortal ones' approval by conquering demons like the elder lead them to believe. why stick never corrected him, this wasn't the mission. stick is at his service, not looking specifically for the most efficient way to do things. he is able to have fun and live his best life with monkey and if the adventure ends, what is there left to do? he wouldn't want to be abandoned again. so he answers monkey's questions because monkey asked, not because stick has an obligation to be conscious or aware of how things play out, but because he's literal and needs to be direct with. whatever it is, he will enable monkey's desires, because what he wants, they both do

they argue about bringing lin along, in which stick advocates for her and scolds monkey because he knows her worth and neither of them can read. if monkey completely owns stick, why would he allow him to knock some sense into himself and fight about something like this? does stick actually have free will to be independent and has merely been sassily playing with monkey and dragons feelings because he enjoys the attention of those two competing for him, or does monkey allow stick to be his own person without the restraint of pleasing his ego in that he is cared for even if he doesn't like it because he subconsciously understands he can't do everything on his own and needs stick to be his conscience too, for both their sakes

their expressions often mirror each other, the way they move even apart is in sync, and they exchange glances, like you do with your best friend

stick also knows about cloning, which he also never told monkey that he knows they can both apparently do. the situation called for it so it's pretty reasonable, but why does stick know more about monkey's abilities than he himself does?

steroids, another song by voodoo kungfu, is used during the fight

although apparently stick didn't know enough as "cancelling your death date" only makes you half-immortal, but monkey immediately blames lin despite it being entirely stick's idea

stick is already immortal, he's an eternal object and looks good for above 5,000 years old. he just needs to keep his friend, who he's known for at least a couple years, alive. least he becomes alone again

stick finds monkey's prank on lin hilarious, monkey makes him laugh

stick sings along with monkey while they search for lin, he yells at her after too

monkey considers stick his best friend and family

stick doesn't care to say anything during the entire peach grove scene. not about benbo & babbo, not about dragon, even though he was used to jab at him. monkey is drugged, therefore his mind isn't intact, which seemingly affects stick's behaviour as well in that he isn't very conscious. they both get knocked ou

he jolts awake after monkey does

stick is empathetic, monkey is apathetic. there is a little bit of the other to them in a yin-yang sense, because stick only empathises with monkey, and maybe lin twice on-screen, while monkey has no consideration for anyone but himself, stick, and eventually lin to an extent. they only care for each other, as stick isn't concerned about anyone else, but monkey does in a way. both for selfish reasons

stick cannot be wielded by a baby monkey, he goes to sleep

monkey tells stick to help lin, he shrinks down for her to use

he sleeps again when monkey is kicked through the roof

despite being unconscious, stick extends himself towards monkey to give the elixir

stick is just as excited as monkey is, if not more, and is ready to fight, but when lin falls, he got worried for her too

lin teases monkey, talking to stick, and he laughs with her. he isn't above laughing at his friend's expense and with someone other than him no less, someone monkey handed him over to in the moment. he was trusted with to assist her and wasn't even aware of lin's attempt to steal him away. if monkey was a controlling master and stick the obedient weapon that he is, how is it that he's able to freely make fun of his own best friend? monkey shuts him up, and he complies, but the fact is while he is always supportive of monkey, he is capable of poking fun at and arguing with him too, usually provoked

stick is left alone with lin again, and is promptly sold out

"momentary fling" sir this is a family movie

stick is inactive throughout his entire hold in dragon's clutches. he is nothing but a prize to be won, a tool to be abused. monkey may need him in every battle to win, but stick has been a damsel-in-distress twice. he is handled by dragon, forced back into a machine that awakens and makes him grow. none of this he chose, none he wanted, he can't leave without help. while he is fulfilling a purpose, he isn't doing this out of his own will. he doesn't choose dragon and doesn't consent to being used this way, but it doesn't matter because dragon doesn't need his compliance, as long the machine works and he's useful

they are so happy to see each other, and missed one another so much,,,

stick is devoted to monkey. he enables him, needs him for his entire being and existence. if it were to be anyone in the universe he will always choose monkey. caught in the middle of the final battle, despite the brief grasp dragon has on him, he is able to fight for his self because monkey is there for him to return to and fall back on. to live in utter depravity under someone who only takes from and forces you into doing his bidding, it's not living at all. monkey gives him a life, stick lives for him and gets to be himself because he's allowed to be as much of a person any object is capable of

monkey is incredibly significant to stick. he is his entire world, and the same goes for him to monkey

they're separated again, the last thing he heard was monkey's desperate cry of his name after he couldn't handle buddha's clutch

lin found stick, either by chance or he called out to her. and he shrank for her once more so she could easily reunite him with his monkey. he doesn't even know she's the one who gave him away, but I don't think he'd hold it against her. he's a staff, not human or demon with complex thoughts and feelings. a simple stick who has a colourful personality, vibrant soul, and passion for music

he flies right into monkey's hold thanks to lin

monkey is stick's home, he is his best friend, his family, his life. they are symbiotic and co-dependent, for breaking them apart would leave them wrecked on their own, one completely helpless and the other out of his mind. there is a fear of abandonment within stick and separation anxiety in monkey, but only one of them has the ability to do something about it, and monkey allows for stick to be unbound by his own ego. they're a team, each others comfort

they meditate together, being one with each other, and stick is just as important as monkey because "the world needs us"

to summarise; stick is a deeply emotional, straight-forward, fun-loving, whimsical, thrill-seeking sentient weapon who's been deprived of activity for thousands of years, which affected the way he expresses himself through bloodthirsty violence and screaming, but he does have an ambition to learn and play the guitar, already being a singer himself. it is a creative outlet for him to release all that pent up energy when he lay dormant, and is allowed the freedom to live a life he wants alongside the one person who values and loves him for who he is

in conclusion... they are both crazy, and stick likes that about monkey

#Stick. you supposed to be a tough straight metal (gold) rod #monkey bent him and for jade emperor's sake stick loves it #perhaps stick can distinguish touch. and monkey's is his favorite #THEY ARE SO GAY FOR ECAH OTHER!!!#nobody told them that what they were doing was freaky so they kept doing it. good for them #gosh... ilovethemsm #owiee i hope you okay now. rest well and stay hydrated!!

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reapersmarch · 5 hours ago

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there is thunder in our hearts

The room Bel is confined to could barely be called that—it had four walls, a bed, a small end table. It even had a window that faced the woods and mostly abandoned industrial park. In the loosest sense of the word, it was certainly a room in the crumbling remains of the office building he was using as a base. It was drafty, cramped, and creaky, and couldn’t remotely compare to his apartment, but, again, it had four walls and a bed, and most importantly—it was secure.

Bel would be loath to call it safe. Nowhere was really safe any longer.

That all went out the metaphorical window after the meeting with Hollow Ground.

If he was being honest with himself, it had probably gone sideways much earlier than that. He’d been sloppy. Not with his work, he prided himself far too much to allow himself to be caught that way. He’d been careful all the way through, covering tracks, obfuscating what he could, misdirecting and pulling the strings in safer, subtler ways that would leave his identity completely obscured.

But then he told Argent.

And he was lucky—really fucking lucky. She should’ve killed him, and would’ve been within her rights to, but she didn’t. Who the hell knew why. Respect? Understanding? To pull a fast one on him later? He couldn’t say, but she knew his secret, he knew hers. Mutually assured destruction, should it ever come down to it. He didn’t think it would, but he also didn’t think he’d be brought back from the brink of death—again.

If Bel was being completely honest with himself, the whole thing had been fucked from minute one.

He didn’t want to get involved with the Rangers again. Didn’t want to be a hero, didn’t want to help, didn’t want to see him or talk to him or be near him or—

Of all the places in all the world, why that diner at that time on that day? The worst thing that could’ve happened to him.

The best thing, too.

Bel should’ve said no. He really, really should’ve pushed back harder, been firmer about boundaries, kicked and screamed and tantrumed until Ricardo left him alone. He’d been so careful about keeping a hard divide between his two lives; Entropy could not be Bel, and Bel could not be Entropy. But for every wall he built higher, Ricardo found its weak point, and Bel… God, he wanted to be found.

It didn’t matter how much he fought against it, he wanted Ricardo to find him. Catch him. See him. Save him. The number of times it sat bitterly on his tongue, died in his throat, it’s me it’s me I’m Entropy it’s ME, replaced instead with a tight-lipped smile and a topic change. If he knew, would it have made things easier? Harder? Better? Worse?

Did it matter?

He couldn’t take any of it back.

He’d purposely bared his throat and let the wolf tear it out, just to feel its warmth before he bled out.

“I’m back.”

Bel flinches instinctively as a paper coffee cup settles quietly on the end table beside him. Again. Snuck up on him again. His fingers dig harder into his arm. He pulls his attention away from the window to glance over, trying to will the tension out of his shoulders.

“That’s where you went?” he asks blandly.

“Well, you need to eat.”

“I’m not h—”

“Bel. You need to eat.”

With a frustrated sigh and barely restrained roll of his eyes, Bel snatches the paper bag from the table and picks at the croissant inside, tearing it apart anxiously.

“…Thanks.”

Ricardo shrugs and pulls a chair over, sinking into it with his arms crossed. It had been like this the entire time since—awkward. Tense. Uncomfortable. Even with things considerably settled from the initial break out, they never got better. How could they? Bel didn’t want to talk, and Ricardo didn’t know what to say. It was a special kind of hell, being trapped in a room with the first and last person in the world you want with you.

Careful what you wish for.

“You know,” he starts, and Bel lifts his eyes to acknowledge the conversation, fingers still moving nervously. “For a guy who can’t go anywhere, I really have to back you into a corner just to get you to talk to me.”

Bel scoffs out a sardonic laugh. “What do you want me to say, Ricardo? What is there to say?”

“What isn’t there to say?” he shoots back. Bel scowls and turns to face the window again. “You can’t keep locking me out, Red. Not again. You told me that I remind you of the worst time in your life, and we’re just not supposed to bring that up?”

“I can’t help that, Ricardo.”

“Neither can I, Bel.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” “Well, I do! Bel—” Ricardo cuts himself off with a sigh, running a hand down his face. “We can’t just… I don’t know. Leave it there. You said—”

“I know what I said,” he interrupts lowly. “You don’t need to remind me.”

“Apparently, I do, because you act like it isn’t true.”

Bel scrubs both hands over his face before burying it in them completely for a moment. When he lifts his head again, eyes glassy and red, it’s to stare at the ceiling. He exhales, long and slow, then turns towards Ricardo again.

“Okay. Fine. Let’s talk.” Bel tosses his hands in the air. “Let’s start with the elephant in the room,” he continues. “I am in love with you, and that’s terrifying. Okay. Talk over.”

Ricardo groans, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, Bel, knock it off and be serious about this.”

“What else can I say? Ricardo?” Bel laughs mirthlessly. “Do you want me to lay it all on the table? Play therapist for a minute? Okay, fine. Let’s lay it out then.”

He sets everything aside to sit up properly.

“I’m in love with you, and that’s terrifying for so many different reasons. Should I list them? How about, ‘I don’t know if I’m allowed to be’? How about, ‘I don’t count as a real person, so what reason would you have to be with me’? How about, ‘I knocked the shit out of you’?—sorry, for that one, by the way.” Ricardo actually manages a snort at this. “Ric, I’m not… I was never supposed to be one of you. I’m not one of you. It doesn’t matter what you insist on, I’m a fucking… this!”

Bel yanks his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing rows of orange against pale skin.

“I’m not supposed to do or say or be anything other than what I was expected to be, and that’s—do you know what that does to you? To question every day if this is all manufactured or genuine? And that is nothing to say of—” he taps a finger against his temple. “I wish I could predict you. I wish I knew what you were thinking, but I like that I don’t. That’s the oxymoron of it all,” he says. “I just… hate that it feels like a threat.”

They sit there, staring at one another for a moment, silence stretching between them for an eternity, like a taut rope waiting to snap. Their contest drags out for a few seconds, and then a few seconds more, before Bel tears his eyes away to return to staring out the window, deflated. The treeline wasn’t very interesting, but it was better than dealing with this.

When they go to speak again, they start at the same time.

“Listen—”

“Look, I—”

A beat.

Then, “What do you want, Bel?”

Bel turns back, brow furrowed in annoyance. “What?”

“What do you want?” Ricardo repeats. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, elbows rested on his knees.

“That’s a loaded question if ever I’ve heard one.”

“No, it isn’t. Don’t think that hard. What do you want?”

The laundry list of things Bel wanted was extensive—functionality of his legs again, for one. A cigarette, for two. A stiff drink, a hot shower, a bed that didn’t feel like a stone slab. A bullet to the head.

That collision should’ve killed him. It would’ve been easier than this.

“You, you fucking moron,” Bel grits out instead. “I want you.”

“Then stop fighting me, Red.”

Ricardo’s hand hesitantly moves towards his, then stops, fingers folding in on themselves. It’s as though he’s not sure if this is allowed. Is he allowed to reach out like this, so familiar as you once were? Does he have any right? The bed shifts as Ricardo settles carefully next to him instead, shoulders grazing, and this close, Bel shatters. His head lands heavily on his shoulder, face still turned toward the window.

“I don’t know how,” he says quietly. His entire life, Bel has been in a constant state of fight or flight, backed into a corner with a kind of prey animal rage just to survive. Survive, by any means necessary. Survive, even if it costs you. Survive, because you can’t die until you’ve lanced the pus filled boil that’s spent seven years growing.

You might die in the process anyway, but at least you went down swinging.

“I already lost you once, nearly lost you a second time,” Ricardo tells him. “Don’t let me lose you a third time.”

“I’m not in the business of making promises I can’t keep.”

“Try.”

#alright FINE!!!#i wrote a thing #i guess thats my writing tag lmao #i am the sunlight drenching you #i dont have time for a full fledged fic bc it really would detract from working on my demo which. i desperately do need to go back to LOL #when does this take place? dont ask me #months after jailbreak probably??#other contender for title: unaware im tearing you asunder #this is all over the gd place and ends so abruptly goddddddd sowwy #i can either write or draw but i can't do both at the same time LMAO so if im on a drawing kick my writing suffers #and vice versa #i can and have done better but it's enough 4 now

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