#chang'e are you watching

[egguv]

[Touhou + Final Fantasy] Junko More designs: | Reimu & Sanae | Marisa |

[yoku-yukihime]

Im incredibly happy that my "i am junko from touhou" propaganda is working on this site too.

[haliaiii]

Lmk sketches I did !!

[eleemosynecdoche]

Mythological context to Junko that doesn't tend to get brought up- the mother of the sun crows killed by Houyi (the god) is a goddess known as Xihe, one of two wives of the obscure ruling god Di Jun, the other being Changxi, mother of twelve moons. Changxi would later become conflated with Chang'e, which would make her presumably an active participant in the murder of Xihe's children along with Houyi.

So there's some complicated possibilities here, and I think perhaps a degree of the confusion between semihistorical and mythological figures may be a product of Junko's abilities purifying away a clear identity for her.

But it's also possible that Chang'e is Junko's ex. I might even say "likely" given some of her dialogue with Reimu.

[warning-heckboop]

Sorry again for being super inactive, to make up for it, here's another song I associate with Bramble

[raijinhasverybigpecs]

something about getting more healing from lifesteal than healing abilities feels like salt in the wound

[yearnstarved]

─── ⋆ "STOP WASTING TIME," Chang'e said point blank. "You're making me fish for a needle from the bottom of the sea. You wouldn't be entertaining this unless you think there's something I could provide." It took everything not to let her anger break her countenance. No matter how much cultivation these beasts underwent their spirits remained putrid, selfish. They never batted an eye to the way of morality if it didn't serve them.

"You're clever, but proud. If the gods offered their help, I don't think you could manage to swallow your pride." Chang'e angled her head as well, seeing the same arrogance in his eyes. Even in a dire situation like this, she didn't want to beg—not as long as she was an immortal.

"I know the demon's true identity and weakness. Wouldn't that be a more efficient way to defeat the demon without spending your magic or worse, the potential of it stealing your cultivated qi?" At this point, if he wanted to put on additional bravado, she wouldn't mind watching him meet his karma first.

Unsurprised that she'd been able to figure out who he was he merely watched her, gaze utterly detached as he waited for her to come up with a reason as to why he should help. When it arrived he couldn't help the small huff of amusement that caused his shoulders to rise for a moment. Gaze shifting then from her to the entrance of the cave that the scorpion demon had claimed as its home. It was inelegant, though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The demon wasn't well known for being smart.

"I am not fool enough to walk into another's claimed home if I did not think I would win." He countered her claim that he needed her help as he returned his gaze to the goddess. He'd lain several traps and scripts before even entering the lair of his enemy. Planning out countless ways in which the encounter could go and countering them with the ease of one born to strategy.

"I have never needed the help of the gods." Moving forward he slowly crouched down before her, gaze sweeping over her bindings before his head tipped ever so slightly to the side as he reiterated. "I will ask only once more, why should I help you?"

[starrclown]

!SHADOWPEACH HEADCANNONS!

Exept it's easy to tell who my favorite is.

Pure silly addition! No angst here!

It's pride month yall so it's gay monkie time.

Showing his BF a new crayon color:

Wukong doesn't like thunderstorms. They scare the monkies and the unpredictably and sound make him uncomfortable. He's also not that big of a fan of water. Macaque doesn't mind storms, he doesn't like how loud they are but he's fine with them. Macaque uses his hearing to let Wukong know when thunder is coming so he can cover his ears.

Wukong hides most parts about him using glamors. He hides his eyes, his head scar, his height, and other things he sees as imperfections. Macaque would kill to see Wukong's features again cause he always loved those parts about him and he doesn't want Wukong to hide them.

Macaque just stays in Wukongs house. Like he just lives there and let's himself be know sometimes.

They have drawing sessions together.

Macaque HATES having his hair long. It's inconvenient, it gets stuck in his shadows, it makes him hotter because it warms his neck along with his scarf. If it gets even a INCH past his neck he has Wukong cut it immediately.

Wukong is a little spoon. Sometimes he's a big spoon but Macaque likes to hold him in his sleep so he just stays the little spoon.

They do that thing where one of them has one headphone in their ear and the other headphone is in the others ear. They love listening to music together.

They buy each other presents all the time. Wukong makes homemade presents with his art skills while Macaque steals from stores and malls to get Wukong expensive presents.

Macaque knows the basics of cooking and could make a decent meal but he pretends to be stupid so Wukong will make him his cooking.

Macaque has SO many pet names for Wukong while Wukong has like two. (Refrencing my art don't worry about that.)

Macaque loves the cold while Wukong can't STAND it.

Wukong is really good with kids and is a amazing babysitter. Macaque isn't bad with kids but when he tries to play with them he ends up scaring them.

If Macaque makes Wukong mad Wukong forces him to sleep on the couch.

Wukong hates scary movies because of the jump scares and the stupid decisions the characters make. Macaque LOVES scary movies but won't watch them if Wukong is in the room.

Macaque is super clingy and has at least one hand on Wukong at all times. It started as a nervous habit but then Macaque started doing it more when he started taking being Wukongs warrior seriously.

Their favorite shared food is fruit salad. They make them together alot.

Wukong has a walk in closet filled with clothes that he has either been gifted or he bought or made himself. Macaque owns like 4 shirts and 2 pairs of pants.

Macaque has a very dead tone so it sounds like he's being serious when he's joking. Wukong used to think Macaque didn't like him because he would say things in such a depressing tone it made Wukong think he was dead serious.

Macaque bought a blender specifically to make Wukong peach smoothies.

Wukong really likes to wear gold so Macaque will wear silver to match him.

Wukong has two pairs of moon earrings. A blue pair for Chang'e and a purple pair for Macaque.

Macaque hates his naturally white hair because he thinks it makes him look less scary. Wukong lives it cause it reminds him of clouds and snow.

Macaque loves when Wukong is blonde cause it means he's super happy.

Macaque has counted the freckles on Wukong's face so many time he can tell you the exact number he has.

Wukong steals Macaques scarf when it gets too cold out. He often forgets to give it back resulting in Macaque having tos each hours for it.

Wukong has A BUNCH of pillows and random covers. Macaque has to FIGHT to find a cheap space on their bed because of how many pillows and blankets their is.

Macaque loves grooming and running his hands through Wukongs hair cause he loves the cloud like texture.

Macaque doesn't like doing his makeup but if Wukong wants him to match with him he'll try his best to do it and make it look good.

Macaque intentionally makes himself look more unapproching and scary when he's out in public with Wukong so that people won't want to talk to him or Wukong.

They aren't legally married but Macaque gave Wukong a ring so long ago and he always wears it so he just calls Macaque his husband.

It is 1 am where I am and I should really stop defying sleep (I will be defying sleep).

Feel free to drop your SILLY headcannons cause I cannot be dealing with angst headcannons right now. Only sillyness.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[sp00kcanwrite]

Hear me out- i'm cooking here some idea! Like- what if Sun wukong, Macaque (separatedly) met an Reader who is an Goddess of the Moon, like, not like Chang'e but mostly THE Protector! One of the elements, like, they met her when she was humming a tune while sitting on a little moon shape floaty thing (The Design might be inspired of Moonlight Cookie From Cookie run Ovenbreak/Kingdom! So you get an idea of how to do it <33) Some Headcanons??? I'll gladly love to read it! It can be Some fluff or something about them both having a crush on The Reader (bro's gonna go wild if they found out Reader is lesbi-) (jk,jk, just an nerd joke from the moonlight x sea fairy story)

Just an fan of Moonlight Cookie here! Love your fics <33

Stay healthy and keep yourself all good

-This dumb nerd

I LOVE COOKIE RUN TO!

This is my first,and (probably will always be) my favorite request ♡♡♡

MACAQUE X MOON GODDESS! READER

Maybe a bit OOC

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MEETING!

Macaque never thought he'd stumble into a moon goddess but here he is!

After a fight with wukong, in wich macaque barely got away, he fled to a usually empty lake surrounded by woods .

He didn't expect the isolated area to be occupied by a women with almost glowing skin and a ethereal dress to be sitting elegantly on a Cresent moon like platform that floated 5 inches away from the water of the lake and gave off a white glow.

The woman hummed a soft tune that would put thousands of children to sleep. Though it was very quiet macaque would've been able to hear it from a mile away, he almost fell asleep as he felt the insomnia he's been plagued with for years slip away.

His black claws gripped onto the bark of a tree as he watched the lady for, he doesn't even know how long at this point.

Maybe his grip was to strong as the wood eventually let out a booming Crack and fell forward, right into the lake. The water splashed over the woman sitting in a Cresent moon.

HEADCANONS!!

I won't lie that man fled as soon as the wood gave out, faster then sonic i swear. Yet he found himself coming back to the same lake, to hear the same humming tune that you sung.

After awhile, I'd say 4 weeks, you'd finally introduce yourself. And boy did that shock the raven haired monkey as he thought he was being rather sneaky.

It takes a while for him to warm up to you but patience is perfection! And trust me eventually he did, and soon that friendship blossomed into something else.

He thought of you every night, everything about you intoxicated the guy. Your humming, your face, your eyes, and even how quiet you spoke.

He knew he had it bad but couldn't convince himself to confess, so what does he do? He ghosts you

For a pretty long times (cough 8 days) until you finally take actiona and burst into his dojo, your moon staff in hand, and demanded a explanation on why he was avoiding you.

After a long while of bickering he accidentally slips out a confession, you paused completely when you heard the words come out your mouth.

Oddly enough..you didn't mind it

MEETING!

Ya'll know how in the books he was described to be a light weight drinker? Yeah it was true. And he's a man of bad luck to run into the same moon goddess that he treated so rudely in the past.

He was stumbling threw a forest, god knows how he got there, and ran into a glowing woman that sat sleepily on a Cresent moon. And when I say ran in I mean it, he ran full force into you by accident of course.

By the time you got up and held him by his collar the man was knocked out, he wanted to smack him over the skull buttt that wouldn't be very "elegant" for you (definitely not because you knew he was THE sun wukong)

So you dragged him to FFF mountain, all the way into the shame shack and threw him on his bed. But sadly this powerful demon had, in his sleep, gripped onto your flowing gown and pulled you onto the bed with him.

No matter how hard you wiggled or squirmed you were stuck being wukongs brand new stuffed toy for the night.

______________

He was out like a rock, you had to summon your staff and hit him a couple of times before he even opened a eye.

But oh boy when he did you screamed louder then any siren could in all 7 seas. Not from fear, but from hangover shock.

You scoffed at his girlish scream and turned your nose up to his lazy apology. As you went to the door the great sage folded over on the ground, and started breathing heavy? Was he gagging? Why- OH CRAP

I don't think I need to say what happened next, it ended with him bent over a toilet and you helping him up. You don't know how or why but you stayed for a good 6 hours just listening to the obviously touch deprived monkey, you could tell by how he clinged on your arm, ramble on and laugh at his antics in the past. Tha antics that caused alot of trouble to the moon you protected.

Turns out the great sage has some overpowering charm as you found yourself showing up to his house again

And again

And again

Until you memorized flower fruit mountain like it was the back of your hand.

The lonely great sage found himself growing fonder and fonder of you each day, he wondered why his heart beat so much, why his palm went sweaty or why he felt hot around you.

Until it hit him the day you cooked him a peach pie.

He had hearts in his eyes as he held your wrist, catching the steaming pie with his tail he looked you in the eye and said with much confidence.

"I love you!"

"I like woman-"

(JK)

(JK)

You stared with shock as the monkey man confessed his feelings, and as hard as a asteroid hitting the moon your lips crashed with his.

[sametsyun]

I HAVE A FANFIC IDEA!!

Alright you guys know that Moon Goddess from Over the Moon??

What if the reader was Chang'e and she and Lucifer used to go wayyy back, setting aside the whole plot of Over the Moon and changing it to god creating her as an angel to watch the moon or something bla bla bla, and Lucifer would frequently visit that moon she falls in love and so does he. And since Chang'e does wishes n' after she's been given a gift or something like that, I forgot, Lucifer would bring her like little ducks and stuff and she'd grant him every little wish she could.

And here comes the angst, Lucifer stops frequenting at the moon making the reader all sad and confused. She looks for him all over heaven but he isn't there. Why was he ignoring her? Did he not like the wish she granted him? He's probably busy right now.

And he comes back all of a sudden with a big ass smile that makes her think he was happy to see her after not visiting her for a long time only for that thought to be crushed when he simply gives her a gift with no thoughts and asks for a heavy wish

She hesitates because it was slightly against what she was only allowed to grant but still does it anyways.

Here comes Lucifer's trial, and reader is just shocked af to see him there only to realize what he truly needed that wish for and bro she Gon be hurt hurt af when she sees him with Lilith.

The angels then ask for the details and Lucifer panics and straight up snitches on reader for giving him that wish.

So long story short, they casted him down to hell with Lilith. And the reader was sentenced to a lesser sentence since she didn't know what that wish was going to do or what it was going to cause.

But she was still cast out of heaven, never able to enter those gates ever again and is thrown over to the moon alone.

She is left alone in that dark moon desert with a single green bunny that had been gifted to her by Lucifer.

The reader just cries out of heartbreak and betrayal. A tear drops on the bunny and Jade comes to life. Reader is no longer alone and is a tad bit happy she has company.

Then timeskip to a few ion years, and the moon is bustling with lights, fun and parties, just like the movie.

Then we follow Chang'e story, trying so many things to figure how to see Lucifer again.

Well that was long idea. BUT I NEED THIS WRITTEN PLEASE. ADD TWISTS AND MORE STUFF TO IT I JUST WANNA READ IT.

I know I can write this but, I WANNA READ IT IN SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK YOU GET WHAT I MEAN?

[commanderkappa]

You better be watching, Chang'e. Junko's flames of revenge burn brighter than the Sun itself!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Imagine that Mayor watching Chang’e’s cooking show as a way to see, hear, and feel closer to his lovely wife.

Other people just think he’s a fan but nope that’s just his wife that he desperately misses.

Prev.

Ooo I can just imagine it.

It happens during the shaky partnership between LBD and the Spider Gang.

LBD's thrall is just standing around the spider's lair. Like a watchdog. Ready to pounce if one of them thinks of running or trying anything that could bring harm to his Lady.

Spider Queen tells her clan to just deal with it until the new mech is completed.

Huntsman, Goliath, and Syntax (and maybe Spindrax if she's there), are lazing around the recreation area of the lair, watching tv - when the intro for "Cooking With Chang'e" starts playing.

Huntsman, groan: "Ugh. I hate cooking shows." (*Huntsman goes to grab the remote to change the channel when a hand shoots towards his own, squeezing it in a icy grip. He looks up to see a familiar wide grin*) The Mayor: "I would like to watch this show, if you don't mind."

The spider gang just agree to let the weird maybe-human sit with them and watch Chang'e's show.

He starts out watching it whilst standing still besides the couch (even ignoring when Goliath scooches over to give him sitting room), eventually sitting on the floor with his face nearly pressed against the glass. The Spider Gang are quickly convinced that it's not the content he's interested in, but Chang'e herself.

His smile wanes as he watches Chang'e explain how to make rabbit-shaped marshmallows. He no longer has the forced manic grin the spiders have come to expect, but a tired, wistful smile like he's reliving a dear memory.

Chang'e ends the episode with her usual bright smile, arms open to the camera as if she's trying to hug her audience.

TV Chang'e: "Remember people of Earth, I love you so very much! Cooking is Life, and Life is Cooking!" The Mayor: (*silently takes the remote and presses rewind*) TV Change, rewound: "-people of earth, I love you so very much!" The Mayor: (*rewinds again*) TV Chang'e: "I love you so very much!" The Mayor: (*rewinds again*) TV Chang'e: "I love you-!" The Mayor: (*repeats this action multiple times*) TV Chang'e: "I love you so very much!" The Mayor, quietly: "I love you too." (*the Mayor presses his cheek against the glass as if he too is trying to hug Chang'e through the screen.*)

The spider gang watch this display with a sense of unease and pity. Either the Bone demon's lackey was a simp to the highest degree, or the moon goddess resembled a loved one he lost a long time ago. It's a odd crack of humanity coming from the zombie-like henchman.

The spiders wonder if further exposure to Chang'e will make the guy more or less unsettling to work around...

[somewhat-insane]

Okay, so, I know a lot of people were discouraged after the LMK S5 trailer. The art is different, yes, but remember there are still people working behind the screen; passionate about this story they're trying to tell. To rebuild faith and re-spark hope, I'm going through the trailer frame by frame and sharing anything cool I find. (There is some (what I hope is) constructive criticism in here, but I would like to reiterate something other fans have said. DO. NOT. HARRASS. ANYONE. WORKING. ON. THE. SHOW. They're doing their best with what they have available to them. We're lucky Wildbrain decided to pick the show back up because if they hadn't, we may not have gotten the rest of the story.)

They've been brought in front of the council to discuss their car's extended warranty. ALSO WHERE IS MK'S JACKET AND BANDANA? THEY WHOLE ASS PROBABLY SNATCHED THIS POOR BOY OUT OF HIS BED WHILE HE WAS SLEEPING

Don't worry, babygirl, I still think you're pretty ^3^

Okay, they gave him his clothes back, phew.

Hehe, tiny monkies.

At least our child is still adorable.

Synchronized heart attack.

He is so traumatized, lol. Someone brought up how this design for the circlet wasn't the previously established design in the show, but it COULD be based on the design used on the cover of the Journey to the West novel (as seen below)

It's not exactly the same but the shape is similar.

Anyway.

WUKONG ANGST WUKONG ANGST WUKONG ANGST

I'm realizing while doing this that Wildbrain doesn't use as many smear frames as Flying Bark did. As funny as it is to pause and see something like this in season 1-4:

It makes the animation look a LOT smoother and more energetic. Flying Bark also seems to use more frame-by-frame while Wildbrain probably uses more tweening. I suppose it makes sense though because Wildbrain is more used to 3D animation and the 2D animation they have done in the past is more paper-doll-like and doesn't need as much bounce and action.

Back to the trailer, no need to dwell.........

MO. HANG IN THERE.

MONKEY ANGST MONKEY ANGST MONKEY ANGST aposhdgpafoshdfosfapsdofpa

Oooh, wait, this frame actually kinda goes hard. I'm kinda hyped... I should draw this.

NO BRO DON'T MAKE ME CRY JUST BECAUSE OF A TRAILER

You know what this makes me think of...? Did any of you guys ever play that game called "Journey"?

It's a beautiful game with beautiful music. Y'all should play it if you haven't. Oh, and sometimes if you're playing at the same time as someone else in the world, your games will merge and you get a little play buddy :3

Genuinely love how distressed he is here.

SHADOWPEACH ANGST SHADOWPEACH ANGST

Looks like we're still gonna get cool backgrounds and background character designs!!!!

This looks like it may be some kind of storybook or memory sequence like when Chang'e was talking about how she found the ring in S3 or when LBD was talking about Macaque's death... what memory do you think we're going to be exploring this time?

This goes pretty hard. I would paint this on a wall or something.

Mk is flabbergasted.

Yay!! Mk has the support he needs. ALSO MORE SANDY

They're mortified. Probably because they just watched a giant dragon and white tiger fucking evaporate.

Hehe bord

I can't wait to see fanart of him. I'm so excited!

SHADOWPEACH SHADOWPEACH SHADOWPEACH

He's thinking about kissing him, honest.

I think he's purty

MORE PIGSY-

I've run out of room for pictures, but I hope this helped get y'all all hyped again for the new season! Have hope, stay strong!

[i23kazu]

THE MOON REPRESENTS MY HEART

characters. xiao zhongli baizhu x gn!reader ; chongyun xingqiu xiangling hutao & gn!reader genre. romantic fluff / platonic fluff an. 大家，中秋节快乐！ happy midautumn festival! here's the liyue men celebrating with you. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

after much persuading and convincing from you, a reluctant xiao makes his reappearance in wangshu inn's balcony – where the two of you are greeted with verr goldet, huai'an, and smiley yanxiao – with a plethora of traditional foods spread on the table. there are elaborately designed mooncakes and sweet slices of pomelo, freshly peeled, because smiley yanxiao is still making them easier to eat for you all. xiao wants to hide himself away from the crowd, his blush evident on his face. it will be alright. let's enjoy ourselves tonight, but if you want to leave at any point in time, i'll accompany you, you whisper into his ear. it seems to alleviate the crimson hue that has invited itself onto his cheeks.

zhongli

celebrating mid autumn festival was tradition for you and zhongli. he performs a simple tea ceremony when both of you arrived at the adepti's abode, with the company of moon carver, mountain shaper, cloud retainer, as well as madame ping. just for old times sake, the youthful arrive as well – xiao, shenhe, ganyu, and yanfei. the air is sweet with the sounds of embarrassed protests as the old-timers laugh and share stories, lightly teasing the younger ones of their misdeeds. shenhe bears a particularly disgruntled look on her face, before cloud retainer laughs and pours her more tea. it's like family, and you're blessed to have been accepted by them as well.

baizhu

mid autumn festival in baizhu's home was always celebrated in a group of five: qiqi, yaoyao, herbalist gui, him, and yourself. gui often acted like an uncle to the younger ones, bringing them piglet biscuits and non-traditional mooncakes that were often catered towards children. yaoyao and qiqi each select a lantern that gui had stuffed into his bag – a rabbit for yaoyao, and a lotus for qiqi. you and baizhu share a kiss as you watch the fireworks blossom into the sky, hoping, and hoping, that chang'e would see it.

bonus

"(y/n), let's go! let's hurry!" xiangling grabs your hand as you finish adjusting the candle on your lantern. hu tao whizzes past the two of you, laughing and dragging chongyun along with the help of xingqiu. the five of you had planned to gather for the festival, and now, your lanterns cast a warm glow onto your faces.

after a gratifying meal made by xiangling (with chef mao's assistance – in cooking and eating), the group had decided to gather at the docks, to see the fireworks and lanterns lift off into the sky.

"they're starting!" hu tao cries, eyes fixated on the first lantern that drifts it's way up. chongyun hurriedly finishes writing a prayer of longevity on your shared sky lantern, whispering please, chang'e, make it come true one last time before lifting it up to the sky to take hold.

the lights dance across liyue's horizon. there are lanterns coming from all over liyue – you see some from wangshu inn, qingce village, guili, nantianmen – a sweet reminder that liyue exists beyond the busy harbour.

"happy mid autumn festival! 中秋节快乐！" the five of you cheer, lifting your lanterns up to the sky. the first of the fireworks start to beautify the night sky, the pretty colours igniting the childlike wonder that your friends still held dear to.

happy mid-autumn festival, liyue!

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[lint-beetle4]

For obvious reasons would brother hood Macaque have anxiety around men?

Follow up could he have some female friends or sworn sisters that he can feel completely safe and comfortable around like iron fan and Chang'e?

Wind-Tossed Flames

I had a similar ask to this, so I'm using this one to answer both!

Long story, short: Yes!

Long story, Long: Down below

Content warning: Allusions to sexual abuse and abuse in general, traumatic flashbacks

He wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way, so twitchy.

Macaque’s skin had been oddly sensitive, the slightest touch singing his fur like the old brand that flared during odd days. He hadn’t felt the sensation in centuries. Anger boiled in his body at the distant, yet still burning memories. 

There was smoke in the air.

“Hey Mac, what do you want for lunch?” Wukong called out, his voice ringing through the shadow demon’s ear like a tuner straight to his bone marrow. 

Macaque sighed, his claws lightly tapping against his skin as he tried to calm him. His tail audibly slapped against the couch, his body urging for something that felt…dirty, impure, disgusting.

The smell of smoke persisted, gripping Macaque’s neck like a collar that had bound to his essence like a leash. 

It burned his lungs, ash choking him, the sounds of despair and anguish through the air as heaven sent another barrage of flames. But, the fire wasn’t there–Macaque knew this–the fire was long gone. Yet, there was smoke in the air.

Older monkeys looked at him for guidance, yet they could only watch their temporary replacement with a strange expression, filled with age and wisdom that Macaque couldn’t comprehend–Pity, pity, pity.

Ants crawled through his fur, blood-stained soil under his nails and the cold sensation of concrete still persistent in his mind. Macaque growled faintly, his leg tapping on the floor as Macaque tried to crawl through the memories that scratched at his brain, the sensation of freshly healed bruises and scratches tickling his neck and ribs.

Macaque focused on the sound of his leg against the floor, the rhythm consistent and loud enough to cover over the rest of the increasing buzzing in his head.

“Mac–Plum?”

Macaque snapped his head to Wukong, the ginger monkey staring holes into Macaque’s eyes. Macaque lowered his head, feeling those disgusting urges rise in his as Wukong continued to examine him with a sickening amount of softness and worry–Pity, pity, pity.

Macaque couldn’t speak, his tongue was weighed down by lead and the dark stain of his past. 

“Hey,” Wukong’s voice was sweet. “Are you doing alright?”

It was too sweet. 

Wukong took a step forward, Macaque’s heart stuttered. Another step, his heart raced–Danger, danger, danger. His fur pricked, shivers being sent down Macaque’s spine. Wukong paused, his eyes softened–danger, danger, punishment. Macaque waited for those dreadful words, something  went wrong. In those precious seconds, something must’ve happened. He must’ve made a mistake.

Brothers gathered together, war heavy on their shoulders, subjects in turmoil. The war hadn’t started yet, but Macaque felt like they’d lost already.

The contract wasn’t supposed to be a leash. Yet, the brand that no longer displayed on his back with its bright, neon glow still tugged on his neck. The collar was still on, yet the leash had long been released. Macaque’s body prepared for pain that would never come, lions that lingered close yet never arrived. His knees felt weak, his arms shook. He was a pathetic display, and the comfort afterwards would lead to him still used and fragile.

Wukong stood in front of Macaque, staying close to his right side in a gesture of kindness. 

Macaque was only partially aware of the snarl his mouth wore, the fearful darting of his eyes and the way his hands nearly dug holes in the couch. 

Animalistic, is all Wukong would’ve seen. Simply a creature to be used, a contract to be held.

The brand burned, carved itself into his skin, into his own soul. It was heavy on his neck, a pit in his stomach that never left, a stain on his being that could never be cleaned.

“Macaque–” Wukong whispered, his eyes flickering to the side of the shadow demon’s head. Macaque’s ears lowered in partial shame, mostly apprehension. “--Hey, do you need space? Do you know where you are?”

Macaque knew damn well where he was–he wasn’t that far gone yet. With Macaque’s jerky, growl-filled nod, Wukong smiled weakly, backing away slightly before sitting on the floor.

What was this fool doing now?

Macaque’s heart still stuttered, his body screaming at his legs to move, to service, to be forgiven. Instincts turned to impulses turned to survival, Macaque forced his chest to breathe, to stop holding back air as if it would be the last he would get. 

It would be nights, days, any time they could find. Mistakes were made, so many mistakes. Macaque doesn’t know what he did wrong, but they did, therefore, he deserved it. It was correction; it was attention. He was useful; he was finally a part of the team.

The smell of smoke lingered, invisible in the air yet clear in his nose.

“You’re safe here,” Wukong began, his voice still sending waves of fear and bitter pleasure through Macaque. “I won’t touch you. I won’t even be in the same room as you if you need it.”

Macaque huffed, still trying to calm his heart while keeping Wukong in his peripheral. Hatred, hatred, hatred filled the shadow monkey, for his stupid contract, for his stupid death, for his stupid loyalty to Wukong. Claws dug into his palm, the stinging pain that threatened to weep with blood grounding Macaque.

“Can you do something for me?” Wukong’s soft voice dug him out of the growing spiral, keeping him in place for just a moment as Wukong raised a single hand. “Watch my hand for me, alright?”

Macaque’s eyes stared at Wukong’s palm, his mind fogging away in an uncomfortable bliss, familiar yet still filled with danger, danger, danger. Hands ghosted around him fur, pulling and tugging at his main while voices whispered filth in his ears. Macaque’s eyes felt wet, his throat closed up ever so slightly. He knew he was losing control, and briefly, Macaque looked back at Wukong who remained still, patiently nodding to Macaque.

Wukong–the only light that would shine during his correction–tender and soft, abiding to the contract willing yet with respect. Never violent, never cruel, soft. Danger, danger, danger–Macaque’s worth was the contract; everything was for the contract.

“It’s alright. I just need you to answer one thing for me, alright, Macaque? I’m right here, rose bud, okay?”

Macaque swallowed harshly, his head continuing to fill with fog as his body stung with the sensation of static. The dark monkey growled lowly, a mix between a threat and a whimper. Wukong’s face dropped, a mix of pity and panic layering his voice. 

Hatred, hatred, hatred–How dare the sage look upon the warrior with such cruel eyes, such sorrow in them–Pity, pity, pity? It wasn’t fair.

“Six-Eared Macaque, do you want me to leave? Yes or no, just one answer.”

Macaque’s eyes flickered emptily through the room, its appearance shifting through his mind as the demon’s hands covered his ears, shutting his eyes tightly as he grasped at the little control he had. Macaque nodded with nothing more than a restrained whine, the question ringing in his ears as Wukong muttered something, incomprehensible to the pure chaos and blood rushing through Macaque. His footsteps left the room, Wukong’s voice joining the static before his voice returned again, closer.

“--Other room, don’t—I love you, alright?”

Danger, hatred, pity. 

Macaque whined lowly, his head burying itself further into his hands as the sensation of wind tickled his fur, penetrating through his skin. Another pair of footsteps approached him, steady, calm and light. Macaque felt his ears twitch at the new sound, before he jumped at the low, steady voice that called to him.

“Liu-Er, dear brother, lift your head.”

Macaque sniffed, forcing his head up, meeting the hardened eyes of his sister-in-law. She stood out in the graying static, her appearance a beacon of light in Macaque’s rapid spiral.

Iron Fan–someone new, someone safe–stood further away. Her posture straight, undisturbed, as if smoke wasn’t filling the mountain, burning subjects and destroying the fragile bond of the brotherhood. 

There was no smoke, everyone was safe.

“Liu-Er, answer me. Who am I?”

Macaque’s tongue still weighed heavy with sorrow, but Iron Fan was waiting for an answer. The monkey’s cheeks felt wet, warm yet stinging with a strange line of icey cold.

“Princess Iron Fan.” Macaque spoke slowly, his eyes still looking at Iron Fan as if she held the answers to the crushing weight in his chest. “You are Princess Iron Fan–my sister.”

“Where are you, Liu-Er? Where do you currently sit?” Iron Fan inched closer, Macaque didn’t feel his body jerk, instead it grew heavier as the buzz wore down.

He was on a couch, soft as ever despite its age. Stains lined some of the sheets, memories of sleepovers and quiet conversations emerging through the fog. Iron Fan waited patiently, her face showing no signs of anger or irritation. 

There was no correction, only questions.

“Home… I’m home.”

Iron Fan moved closer, sitting beside the startled monkey as she watched him carefully.

“Are you currently safe? Is there any danger here?”

Macaque shook his head dumbly, fingers clenching at his hair as he curled up slightly. “No…No–I’m–”

“Brother. May I touch you– your hair, I mean? I wish to hug you and touch your hair.”

Macaque paused, the question settling in his mind briefly before his body reasoned for him. Iron Fan wasn’t them;her husband wasn’t them. Iron Fan was safe; there was no danger. He was safe.

The Brotherhood was gone, the contract broken. Macaque was free. 

Macaque nodded, feeling strong, nimble arms embracing him gently, fingers worn with time and battles stroking his hair with tenderness that had tears returning to Macaque’s eyes. Before he knew it, he was sobbing into Iron Fan’s shoulder who simply whispered words that would never leave the two of them.

“You are safe here, Mihou. You are hurt, but you are safe.”

“Your body screams in fear, but I am here to ward away what ails you.”

“Do not think of anything else. Pain must be tended to before we truly heal.”

In solidarity, the two mourned the past, mourned what could’ve been. Shared pains of the same coin bled and wept for a past that had stolen away a bright future.

After minutes of silence and stuttered hiccups, Macaque lifted his head, wiping his eyes as his head lowered in shame. Iron Fan lifted her hands to cup Macaque’s face, cold against his flushed, tear-stained cheeks.

“You’ve nothing to lower your head for, Mihou. Your scars are proof of the battles you’ve lived through, the years that have scorned you brutally.” Iron Fan smiled gently, filled with pride and sorrow. “You have survived so much already. Let your body realize this as well.”

Macaque nodded blankly, melting into Iron Fan’s touch.

Slowly, the static had faded, turning into an empty, hollow feeling in his chest. The noise that rumbled loudly in his ears, now an echo of the air outside and the sounds of heartbeats through the island–nearby, Wukong yawned, contrasting the stone monkey’s fluttering heart.

Macaque had let out a final sigh, sitting up straight as Iron Fan left some space for him. Looking around, the shadow demon had found that nothing changed–not surprising to him, Wukong rarely changed the room around him during flashbacks. The kitchen filled with the smell of semi-burnt food, failed attempts at pancakes sitting on the counter, abandoned and most likely cold.

Pancakes, how humorous.

Macaque shuddered, looking around the room once more. “Wukong?”

Immediately, Wukong had exited from a nearby room, his steps loudly announcing their way to Macaque. Wukong seemed to be frazzled, Macaque couldn’t help but laugh amused.

Iron Fan stood up, nodding to the two before leaving with brief parting words. “Red Son misses you, so do we. Please, come over for dinner sometime–the both of you.”

Wukong grinned at Iron Fan before taking a seat by Macaque, opening his arms in a silent question.

Macaque fell into Wukong’s embrace, nuzzling against his fur with a sigh. “Sorry, peaches. I should’ve–”

“Stop,” Wukong interrupted quickly, a kiss to the crown of Macaque’s head. “There are many things you could be sorry for, but this–this isn’t one of them.”

Wukong’s voice muffled slightly as he held Macaque a bit tighter, the pressure a comforting blanket around the shadow demon. “You–You communicated everything. You did everything you needed to. I’m so proud of you.”

“You did great too, peaches.” Macaque chuckled wetly, wiping residual tears on the ginger monkey’s fur with increasing sobs. “I couldn’t appreciate it then, but…Thanks for remembering everything. Thanks for–for not getting too close.”

Wukong purred against Macaque, nuzzling against the crying monkey while avoiding his own quickly emerging tears. “You’re alright. It’s over now. Everything’s alright now, okay? You’re safe. You’re safe with me–with us.”

Macaque nodded against Wukong, his response a sob that had Wukong chuckling slightly.

“I love you so much, Mihou.” Wukong sniffed, burying his head into Macaque’s hair. “You deserve so much more.”

“Don’t go being cheesy now, Wukong.” Macaque laughed softly, “You’ll ruin my appetite.”

Wukong ruffled Macaque’s hair, pulling away from the embrace with a sheepish smile. “Pretty sure I gotta reheat lunch–well, brunch, I guess it’s called now?”

“You mind if I help? I feel like your technique could use some tips.”

Wukong laughed loudly, playfully shoving Macaque as the two walked into the kitchen with tear-stained faces and shaky smiles. 

“Sounds good, but I’ll have you know. Your cooking isn’t much better than mine.”