#he's feral

[frstk]

Happy Cat Day!

[deenigma]

Everyone's favorite train wreck❤

[paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n]

I've never agreed with the Pope more in my life than when he comparess a dog contemplating whether or not to lick someone or bite the shit out of them to that one look Daryl always has on his face-

i mean look at him...

he looks like he can't figure out whether to punch you, kiss you, fuck you, or kill you.

[jbsforever]

love that nora gave us a new book from a different character's pov but still took the time to show us that neil is absolutely insane 🥰

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 17 : Lil guy adventure

Mac go in search for Wukong!

Macaque was on a makeshift raft, twigs tied together by sturdy threads, strengthened by shadows. He left Flower Fruit Mountain two days ago after being embraced by the cubs and gifted flowers and fruits by the monkeys. Ma weaved flowers in his fur as a sign of good luck and Ba (another one of Wukong's stalwart generals, usually one to sleep in trees) gave him a piece of bamboo. He set sail on the brightest day, pushed by the wind. Macaque knew how to handle his raft, he reached Flower Fruit Mountain shores on one. He knew how to scare the fish, how to navigate through the tide, how to handle the weather. It was familiar, even after years of not touching a raft, it all came back naturally. As if the gestures were carved in his body. The flowers in his fur were still fresh, it brought him comfort when he curled at night, the smell lulled him.

Macaque was heading to the west, searching for the brotherhood in hope of getting answers. He was aware that, perhaps, he will not be welcomed with open arms. The last time he heard those so-called sworn brothers, they seemed particularly crossed at Wukong. Still he couldn't help but hope. He wouldn't ask for their support but only for information. He didn't care how long it would take. Even if he wasn't as immortal as Wukong, his life was still fated to be long, as long as the shadows, in fact. He would sail for hundreds of years and get to the bottom of this.

***

Macaque spent numerous years sailing, the monkey's flowers wilting after mere months. Even with the aid of the wind, his raft was slow, and needed to be strengthened every now and then. He also needed to restock his stack of fruits. He stopped on islands and villages, traveling in the shadows to escape giants. He knew how they were with oddities like himself, and he wasn't going to jeopardize his search because of them. Some of them did catch sight of him but Macaque was an artist when it came to escapery. He always left a lil surprise to the poachers foolish enough to try capturing him. Putting bee hives in their houses and letting their horses run free.

After twenty years of sailing, Macaque met his so-called arch-nemesis. He was sitting on his raft and eating fruits when it happened. A duck came down from the sky and landed beside his raft. Macaque eyed it up and down, surprised by its arrival, for ducks didn't migrate here. The duck turned towards him and eyed his fruits.

“No, no way, bud. Those are mines.” Growled Macaque as he brought his fruits closer. The duck stayed silent for a bit before jumping at Macaque, trying to steal the fruits.

Macaque was not above fistfighting a duck, he punched the bird and watched it squeak in offense with glee. After a few minutes of wrestling the duck gave up and flew away with a few indignant squeaks. The wind patted Macaque's head, like it was proud of his fight.

“I'm not letting a duck walk all over me!” Huffed Macaque as he ate his fruits.

The duck came back the day after, somehow determined to steal from Macaque.

It became a ritual after this, fistfighting the duck (lovingly dubbed Squeaky by Macaque) everytime he landed near the raft. At least, the black-furred monkey told himself it served as a good workout. After five days, Macaque gave up and glared at Squeaky, persuaded that a devil was hiding behind those bead-like eyes.

“Look here, you want the fruits? Then how about we make a deal?” Huffed the black-furred monkey with crossed arms. Squeaky narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “I'll feed you if you fly me where I want.”

Squeaky ruffled his feathers with his beak, swimming a bit around the raft, before stopping before it and presenting his back. Macaque cautiously stepped on the duck's back, the feathers were surprisingly soft, it felt like stepping on a cloud. Squeaky unfolded his wings and took flight, Macaque latched on his neck, chirping in surprise. When he opened his eyes he was met with the endless horizon stretching behind the sea, his eyes sparkled at the view.

***

This odd partnership with Squeaky lasted for a year, Macaque fed Squeaky and in exchange the duck brought him closer to the brotherhood. The duck left (probably to rejoin his family) after dropping Macaque at the foot of Camel Ridge, the city where the brotherhood decided to hole up. Macaque watched him fly away with a hint of longing, he had come to like Squeaky after spending months with him. Nonetheless, Macaque shook his head and entered the city, determined to get information on Wukong.

Macaque slipped inside of the city, running in the shadowed corners. The city was still very much in its construction phase, it was hardly worth a village. The black-furred monkey stopped before what looked like a building palace. He crawled under the space between the floor and the door. The inside of the palace was mostly empty, probably still being furnitured. Macaque walked in the shadowed corners until he caught sight of Azure Lion, Yellow-Tusk and Peng. They were all seated around a round table, discussing the plans of the city, and something about needing energy. The black-furred monkey observed them a little before climbing on the table, they all turned towards him with various levels of surprise.

“Macaque?” Mumbled Azure with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, sorry to invite myself?” Awkwardly chuckled Macaque. “I… I want to know what happened to Wukong.” He felt the mood darken at the sage's mention. Peng scoffed and crossed his arms while Yellow-Tusk averted his eyes.

“He betrayed us, that's what happened.” Sighed Azure Lion as he lowered his eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean betrayed?” Macaque couldn't believe his ears. If there was one thing Sun Wukong valued more than himself, it was his friends. He couldn't believe that Sun Wukong would willingly betray the brotherhood.

“He kneeled before the Jade Emperor.” Scoffed Peng.

Macaque wanted to say more, argue for the sage's sake, but he saw in their eyes that they weren't willing to listen.

“Where is he? What is happening to him?”Asked Macaque instead, only interested in where he could find Wukong.

“We do not know.” Sighed Yellow-Tusk.

“He was dragged by Heaven's soldiers, we don't know more than that.” Replied Azure.

Macaque stilled, worried by the lion's words. He feared what Heaven would do to Wukong. He wanted to ask more, to pry more, but he saw that he wasn't welcome and dived in his shadows, escaping Camel Ridge.

Macaque felt desperate, he couldn't go to Heaven… Maybe he could find a way? But who would be able to guide him upward? Did he even want to? Heaven was a dangerous place… but at the same time Macaque didn't want to stop looking for Wukong, he wanted to see him again.

The black-furred monkey spent the following days searching for spirits and lesser gods, trying to find a way to reach Heaven. It was complicated, no one wanted to accommodate him even if he tried to push for it. It was in the middle of his conversation with an umpteenth spirit that he heard a deafening sound. Something thundering, as if a higher god slammed his hand on the earth. Macaque erected his ears, curious about the sound

He felt every inch of his being burned when he heard a familiar cry.

Wukong's cry.

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[thebeesinyourbones]

Look at him and tell me he doesn't drink 20 cups of coffee a day

[sunbeasts]

I too would like to volunteer to say nice things to the cat sir (he cute) while he judges me in moderate confusion! :D

"Go on then, say nice things about me. I want to hear all about how awesome, badass and handsome I am." (Don't call him cute to his face, he'll kick you in the shins.)

[ghcstcd]

Dew just tearing into a raw steak, you know he would.

[afathomedinsmoni]

There is never a greater moment as an older sibling than when you sense the shenanigans about to happen without looking up, with headphones on. The face my little brother made when I not only stopped him in his tracks, but correctly guessed the convoluted plan - which included a spoon, a chopstick, and the tank top slung over his shoulder instead of actually being on his body - knocking around his head and criticized everything from his poor stance to the stink of feral-brother-who-lacked-deoderant will be filed into my most cherished memories.

[yki-dolls]

He is always seconds away from chewing someone's arm off.

[greenhillguy]

walking my friend through how to run a dishwasher over the phone and honestly? sonic-core

[toast-com]

BILLY SHOEPACK APPRECIATION POST💣🧨🧨🧨🧨🧨💣💣💣

[north-america-ocs]

*Takes pictures of the boys* looking good guys!

M!A 9/10

RIP Anon. I hope it was worth it 🙏

[clooyd]

Is Miguel O'Hara a tumblr sexyman yet

[midnightsartcorner]

DANTE HAS THE ZOOMIES!!

[watmalik]

We moved on WAY too fvking quickly from this…