#i draw wukong and mk at the beach

[ningadudexx]

Sunburst duo on the beach while the sun bursts behind them :C

[mintaikk]

Macaque be like, "I don't care about Wukong 😒" and then have his main goal in the past to be able to spend the rest of his life on FFM with him, carve a drawing of them together in stone, Fight Celestial Armies with him, and then currently, have his entire motivation be getting revenge on Wukong for killing him, fucking KILL MK (who he admitted that he thinks is a good kid) bcuz Wukong cares about him, make an entire godmann shadow play about their not breakup, refers to Wukong and him as "The Sun and the Moon", refer to himself as Wukong's shadow, Still actually flirts with him has playful banter with him when they're fighting, is given the option to run after the fight with LBD but comes back (toootally not bcuz Wukong is in trouble), Works with Wukong and the Monkie Kids to LBD, Doesn't even HESISTATE to go into the memory scroll bchz it means it'll help Wukong, Is still so clearly hurt by Wukong being mad at him, Reach his hand out to the memory of Wukong offering him a peach with a sad look on his face, Smile reassuringly at Wukong when Wukong looked at him for comfort, have Peng admit that there's nothing Wukong could do that would break Macaque's hold over him, proceed to crash a beach party he wasn't invited to just so he could sit by and spend time with Wukong, Literally call Wukong CUTE in the exact same scene, Proceeds to live on the same mountain as Wukong AND sleep on the SAME GODDAMN tree he and Wukong sat at when they were still friends, Instinctively run to Wukong yelling "Stop!" when the circlet was being put on him, Still look back at Wukong to see if he's got his back when fighting the Celestial Guards, Lift his head to look at Wukong when Wukong indirectly said that he still trusts him, Sacrifice himself for Wukong, Save Wukong from his past memories (AGAIN), Is overall just always rushing to help Wukong in general this season, and want to have his last moments alive to be holding Wukong's hand.

But yeah, no. He don't care about him that much

[witch-of-the-world]

Incoherent Pile Of Thoughts On First Two Episodes

--Oh gosh MK is getting WORSE.

--I now firmly believe in the HC that Wukong's lessons are all planned no more than five minutes in advance of MK showing up for training.

--They really didn't know why any of this is happening???? Wukong really didn't know who MK was before he chose the kid??????

--I think that's the most civil conversation Wukong and Macaque have had this whole series. Except the one on the beach.

--DYING OF CUTENESS OVERLOAD. they REBUILT HIS HOUSE? they PUT PICTURES OF EVERYONE IN IT?? both PHOTOS AND MK DRAWINGS??? the LITTLE PAPER PILGRIMS????

--PIGSY TAKING CARE OF MK AND TEACHING HIM COOKING. MAKING HIM THE THING THAT HELPS HIM SLEEP. CARRYING HIM TO BED. "I LOVE YOU SON".

--I AM GOING TO DIE FROM "AWW"ING.

--Does Wukong just straight up sleep on his couch. Does he not have a bed. You would think if they rebuilt the house maybe they would make sure he had a bed.

--Macaque in the tree with the little monkeys my GOSH. They adore him. The feeling is not mutual.

--Damn Nezha and Li Jing in earlier than I expected. MK being all excited about meeting Nezha's dad.

--Can we just discuss Wukong's reaction to the new circlet. The immediate PANIC and SCREAMING and then he realizes he's scaring MK so he forces himself to calm down but you could SEE the trauma response.

--Yeah MK buddy it's not coming off. It's. It's not coming off just stop pulling on it.

--"Do it like Tang it helps me learn".

--He actually does.

--Poor Nezha. Man is just trying to do his job and clearly under a lot of pressure from his dad. Clearly does not even want to be here.

--Damn, Mac. Good for you.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I thought about Huebei and thought of a couple of really cute ideas.

First and foremost, I can see archeology and paleantology being a special interest of hers even going into her adulthood. Girl wants to work on archeology dig sites and stuff and loves the museum. In Soft Boiled Wukong asks MK to help him out by taking her to a trip to a museum while he and the rest of the Noodle Gang set up a surprise party for her on the island the first time her birthday comes up after the monkey family met the group.

Second... and I don't really know WHY, but I can see her being a dancer. Maybe a ribbon dancer or something, but I think of her dancing gracefully as her tall, lanky teenage self and as her buffer adult self and think,'Yeah, that fits.' I can only assume it's the bit of Macaque's dad's influence that she likes performing. Goodness knows she didn't get it from Wukong! Although he can be just as artistic too and as someone who is artistic from an artistic family, I find that if an inheritance trait, even if my style of art is completely different from my siblings' preferred media. We all joke I'm the only one who can draw even tho all the rest of them can play music, something I frankly am terrible at no matter how much I practice altho that could be the stage fright speaking

Third, I can totally see her and Red being inseparable as babies. They were born not far apart in age and basically have similar powers to each other, whenever Uwkong needed a break he'd go to DBK for babysitting and vice versa up until their falling out and Wukong being forced to seal DBK away. It's for this reason I imagine she would like to sneak out to Uncle Bull's resting place just to be near him again. She knows her dad didn't really have a choice, but she misses Uncle Bull and Red. She makes sure Red never sees her or knows she's there when the Bull Family visit.

The first thing Wukong teaches her, besides how to control her lazer eyes, is the transformations. This was a bit of a necessity since, during the journey and shortly afterwards, Wukong would find himself in a situation where demons and celestials of all walks in life would try to sneak onto the island to search him and his cub out. While most were just curious, a few beings did not mean them well, but luckily for Wukong, they only ever searched for a monkey and his baby... they never searched for a sparrow or a tiger. Fresh from the Journey, visitors were the last things Wukong wanted to deal with!

Yuebei quickly starts to see MK as a sort of big brother figure, in spite if her jealousy that he of all beings got picked to be her father's heir and not her. It didn't matter to her that she had explicitly told her father once she never wanted to follow in his footsteps, that staff is her BIRTHRIGHT! Even so, the first time MK got hurt in front of her (Calabash episode actually) she near lost her shit.

Haha! I do love having Yuebei be interested in bone-based sciences due to her literary association with bones. She was def a "dinosaur-kid" who would run up and down beaches, digging up little shell fossils to bring home and show to her baba. Wukong isn't 100% sure what a trilobite is, but his cub is super excited to explain them to him when she found a weird fossilized pillbug. Wukong just loves that his babygirl has such a passionate interest in the world.

As Yuebei gets older, she goes through phases of hyperfixating on different archaeological eras and cultures. As someone who has an ornament cabinet full of Egyptian god statues from one such phase, I can imagine a few sections of the Stone Palace treasury has been organized so Yuebei can display her interests.

I can imagine (even pre-series) Tang running into Yuebei at the museum, the little glamoured demon just fascinated by a display/diorama on Tang-era trade routes. The scholar thinks its the cutest thing ever! The two become sort of nerd buddies once Yuebei warms up to the Noodle Gang.

And ooo ribbon dancer Yuebei!!

I have watched some performances, and many of the dancers are buff af.

I can see Wukong struggling to find a creative or physical outlet his daughter would enjoy, only to turn around to find the cub dancing with a stray phoenix feather. He sighs, knowing that the theatrical spirit of Macaque has lived on in some way. Heavens know Yuebei is far more confident on stage than Wukong will ever be!

Yuebei and Red Son were def tight as cousins well up until Bull got imprisoned, and they still have an "older sibling, younger sister" relationship in the modern day. PIF and Red never held Wukong's actions against his child, and if the little rebel liked to visit her auntie and cousin without her baba's permission, then they would accommodate her.

I love the idea of Wukong training his daughter some key powers, like the transformations. Yuebei's different transformations tend to be dark furred/scaled/feathered with little red-orange flecks. Almost like a certain Macaque's... one thing she has trouble changing is the age of the animal she turns into. She's almost always a juvenile of the species no matter how hard she tries.

Yuebei, showing off: "Watch this! I can turn into a tiger!" MK, excited: "Sweet!" Yuebei: (*transforms into a tiger cub*) MK, wondering if that was intentional: "Umm..." Yuebei, furious: "Not. A. Word."

And ofc the baby girl had a problem with her lazer eyes shooting off whenever she had a tantrum - so Wukong had to devise a way to help her control those early on. Welding goggles and sunglasses help a lot on his end, but Guanyin also helped teach younger Yuebei meditation techniques so she could calm down in the moment and avoid triggering a shot.

In the end, even if Yuebei naturally developed a lot of her baba's powers, she sort of resents that MK was chosen as his successor and not her. But she also *knows* it killed her baba to give the Nüwa-made cub up to give him a "normal" life. A life that she couldn't have...

She wants MK to realise his responsibility and not waste it. But also wants to be a kid like he does. The two have to work together to make a balance.

[miserymerci]

<- Day 6: Fire Day 8: Smile ->

Fluffy February Day 7: Recovery - Some Assembly Required

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Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong, Sunburst duo

(Father-son, mentor-apprentice relationship, sick Sun Wukong)

Summary: Set during “The Emperor’s Wrath”, after Azure’s defeat but before the beach scene. In the wake of their win, the Monkie Kids are free to drag their sore bodies home for some much-deserved rest. For Wukong, it takes the form of sleep. For MK, it takes the form of something else entirely.

Sun Wukong needed to eat because he got hungry, groom because he got fleas, and sleep because he got tired. Though age would never kill him, his body still lived ; he bled and he breathed and, yeah , he did scramble together a nest with leaves and stray cloth and fall face-first into a deep slumber right after the battle.

At the time, everyone else had had the same idea. Everyone went home to tend wounds and sleep the aches away.

So Sun Wukong slept. And he slept. And slept.

Eventually, someone shook him awake.

They were saying something. Though it was muffled to Wukong, it was a kind, familiar thing that did nothing but warm him.

‘What are you doing here?’ he wanted to ask MK, but the sun was too bright in his now-destroyed not-cavern, and he shut his eyes firmly. Blindly, he lifted one lazy hand up, made an ushering motion, and let it drop down to his side.

Wukong heard MK settle somewhere close by. In the next moment, he drifted back to a dreamless slumber.

The next time Wukong woke up, it was of his own accord. He blinked up at the starry sky on a day he did not yet know the name of (and was not yet eager to find out). Part of him hoped that not too many days had passed yet. He wanted to sleep for much longer, and he wanted to do so without worrying if his new friends had succumbed to their own age.

But Wukong reached out in the dark and found MK’s shoulder, and he shut his eyes once more.

“–fficient way of teaching multiplication.”

Wukong blinked. The sky stretched with orange and pink colors, like a watercolor painting that was only halfway through drying.

“No … don’t think … the way I learned it. Wait, where did the twenty come from? That’s not– there’s no ‘two’ anywhere in this equation.”

“Kid,” said Wukong, “ what are you doing?”

The sky was eclipsed by MK’s not-moon and not-sun face.

“Monkey King!” he said, all smiles and nervous energy. “Are you okay?”

“I’d like to go back to sleep,” he said.

“Yeah,” said MK, “but maybe eat something first?”

Wukong looked past MK toward one of his monkeys, who kindly offered him a peach that didn’t look quite ripe yet.

“Thanks bud,” he said. He reached over as far as he could (not very far) and patted the monkey on the head. With a slow movement, he took the peach and let it rest in MK’s hands instead, “but I’m not very hungry right now. Another time?”

Something passed through MK’s face: some sort of disappointment, maybe surprise, but most definitely something that gnawed at Wukong’s insides.

“Okay,” said MK. He sat back on his heels and looked down at the peach.

On one chilly night, Wukong found himself snuggled up in a fuzzy blanket with an armful of kid.

A little star– no, a little reading light– glowed in the darkness. A pencil glided across paper, strokes careful and lazy all at once, as if the lines were in sync with how MK breathed or blinked or smiled. They were easy like that. Practiced– natural, even. Like it was the easiest thing in the world right now.

“How are you drawing like that?” whispered Wukong.

The head that was nested on his arm tilted up.

“It’s not very comfortable,” he admitted, smilingly. He sniffled, tried to wiggle into a less spine-breaking position, and titled the sketchbook for Wukong to see.

“You’re drawing me,” said Wukong. He scanned the page filled with those easy lines. “I look awesome. And cheeky.”

MK tucked the notebook face-down into his chest and stared at Wukong. It was like a child caught with something they shouldn’t have– not shyness, but shame. MK didn’t say anything, but Wukong stared right back and smiled.

“Not very awesome and cheeky now, am I?” asked Wukong, trying to read his thoughts.

“You still are ,” argued MK, “just taking a break.”

“A long break. I’m exhausted, bud. I feel like a ping pong ball– or, well– the ones with the strings. You know?”

“Tennis?”

“What– no. It’s like… the ones that come back.”

“Boomerang!”

“Stop guessing. Go away.”

MK snorted, and even though Wukong didn’t mean what he had said, MK unstuck himself from his mentor’s side and sat up.

“I got you water,” said MK, twisting around. He shoved away a pillow that wasn’t there before and then ruffled around in a pool of blankets. “I’m not sure if you’ve got thirst immortality or something, but I figured: ‘hey, wouldn’t hurt. Water’s great. It’s for everyone.’ Nothing can go wrong with water– except for drowning. But you can’t do that, so… drink?”

Wukong blinked drowsily.

“It’s only been a week,” said MK once Wukong took the bottle. At Wukong’s look he added: “since the battle. If you wanted to know.”

Wukong swallowed. He had wondered, but now that he knew, he admitted that it definitely wasn’t as long as he thought. Maybe he could sleep for another ten weeks. That would do it.

He took another long drink of water. The coolness of it soothed the burning in his throat and brought some consciousness back to his body.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“Asleep,” said MK, quickly as if he had been waiting to say something. “Not asleep-asleep– but mostly asleep. Pigsy hasn’t opened up the shop since, Tang’s never even left his apartment, Sandy hasn’t invited me to any yoga sessions, and Mei’s phone is either on silent or she’s sleeping through all of the alarms– she’s a deep sleeper. It’s just… quiet. Everyone’s taking a breather, but it’s quiet .”

“It’s for the best, kiddo. It’s not like we went strolling in a flower field. We need this.”

MK tsked and turned his head off to the side.

“I know, I know. It’s not like I’m judging. Trouble’s been clear from Megapolis, I have time to kick back, and nobody’s being killed. It’s great. I really love it. I do!”

“MK…” said Wukong.

MK tapped his palms against his knees and faced Wukong again.

“I have food,” he said, “in my backpack. Oh , and snacks ! Fruit, even…! If you’re hungry.”

Wukong frowned. In the dark, the only light that graced them was the stars and moon above and that little reading light clipped to the sketchbook. It fuzzed across MK’s face and illuminated something that Wukong desperately wanted to understand.

“Yeah, I’ll eat something,” he said, not actually having any appetite, “what did you get?”

For the first time in a week, Wukong sat up. There wasn’t a dramatic moment of clarity or any call to action, and he didn’t stretch as if he had just had the greatest sleep of his life. (Because really, it was more on the same level as blacking out into nothingness and then waking up somewhere else in the span of one second).

Wukong sat up and huddled the blanket around himself like an old lady. Only when he was halfway into the custard bun he had picked from MK’s snack hoard and five pages into MK’s sketchbook did he say anything.

“I need to rest more,” said Wukong, opting to continue staring at MK’s little drawing of Mo. Mo was a little less out of practice than the drawings of Monkey King– the lines a little scratchier, a little heavier. He felt MK shift beside him. “I don’t feel too hot, bud. Maybe it’ll be another week or two until I’m– we’re– ready again.”

“I get it,” said MK. His tone rang with something kind like water yet mournful like rain. “Do you need anything, Monkey King?”

Wukong frowned.

There was plenty for them to explore. MK’s new identity, for one. Who gave Azure the Scroll of Memory, for another. Neither of those things would go away any time soon. One of the two, at least, Wukong didn’t mind to help explore.

“Time,” said Wukong, finally. “To rest my body and my mind. Do you need anything, bud?”

MK’s brows pinched. It was a funny thing that was comforting to know would never change. MK reached over across his lap and clicked the little reading light off, allowing the night to consume him.

“Not really,” he said. Wukong could hear him zip up his bag and reposition his blanket.

Wukong blinked against the darkness, the cogs trying to turn in his head.

“Well… what is it?” he asked.

“What?” said MK somewhere in the dark.

“You said ‘not really’, which implies there’s something , just a little bit of it. Consider myself a curious monkey.”

“It’s just… a thing you say. It’s modern, so you’re probably too old to know that.”

MK laughed, and Wukong tried to humor him with a smile that he couldn’t see.

“Uhh, disrespectful much? I’m more modern than you think,” said Wukong. It was harder to read MK now that the light had turned off. Still, MK huffed with what Wukong thought might have been another laugh. “You know you can stay, right? If you want.”

A shuffle, but nothing else. Maybe it was MK’s way of accepting it; just as quietly, blending into the cool tone of the night. Wukong didn’t really know. Yet, MK stayed where he was, sitting by Wukong’s side in the dead of a cold night– maybe watching him, maybe watching their surroundings, maybe watching nothing at all.

Wukong shut his eyes. His tail, in his body’s stillness, continued to coil this way and that against the soft blanket. For a moment, they were quiet. The wind hummed through Flower Fruit Mountain and whispered a lulling tune to aching muscles and buzzing heads. Those who listened too closely let their conscious lilt up and up with the wind.

Wukong felt the warm, fuzzy embrace of sleep grabbing hold of his shoulders.

“Really?” said MK, minutes later.

“…Hnn?”

“I can stay?”

Something lazy came out of Wukong’s mouth: not really a yes, but not really a no– because MK couldn’t speak tired monkey fluently yet, and Wukong wasn’t in any condition to be able to clarify.

On that seventh night, Wukong continued to sleep.

On the Eighth day, Wukong woke up to no MK. The blanket he had used was folded neatly some distance away and was being occupied by a trio of sleepy monkeys and one backpack.

Later that night, his kid was here again.

“You’re late,” Wukong tried to joke even as his vision fuzzed. It warbled and shook until he could see MK looking down at him. MK’s focused lines between his eyebrows ceased, and he pulled back what looked like a rag from Wukong’s forehead.

“I am?” asked MK, either genuinely worried or horrendously distracted.

Wukong blinked at him, frowned, and then saw black.

“It was a joke,” said Wukong a few hours later to absolutely nothing.

.

.

.

“…What?” came a quiet response.

“ Oh thank you Buddha– where are you, bud?”

That little reading light clicked on, and Wukong carefully tilted his head off to the side where MK was rubbing at his eyes. The boy– the poor thing– looked like he had just been rattled from his own slumber.

“What?” MK echoed.

“…Do you have any water?”

MK blinked very slowly. Wukong imagined a little loading icon spinning just above his head. He turned and zipped open his bag. Quickly, Wukong found himself with a water bottle in his hands.

“Thank you,” he said and took a drink.

Wukong watched MK from the corner of his eye. His successor sat quietly beside him, eyes closed and breathing steady. They were both underneath the stars again. In all honesty, Wukong thought it fit MK the best: the stars.

But MK was silent now. He opened his eyes, and they made eye contact within the dark.

“Are you okay?” croaked Wukong.

MK smiled at him and shrugged.

“I’m sorry I was gone earlier. I was with Pigsy— he’s starting to feel better. I made him some noodles and helped him with some utility bills that he missed last week. Tang was there too. But then I got a call back from Mei, and I stopped at the gas station for some snacks and pads, dropped them off, tried checking on Sandy… but he’s trying this new meditation thing and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“Sounds like a busy day,” said Wukong, passing back the water.

MK shrugged again. Maybe it was out of Wukong’s own exhaustion, but MK looked like Wukong had been dragged off a cliff with the way he was looking at him.

“It was,” said MK.

Wukong heard the clacking of plastic against plastic, and he quickly opened his eyes (when had they closed?) to see MK pouring some orange serum into a little cap.

“What’s that?”

“Um,” said MK, peering at the stuff, “medicine.”

“…For you?”

MK looked away from it and blinked over at Wukong. Heis face was carefully blank, like he was trying to be innocent, but something was stopping him from doing so completely.

“It’s for you, Monkey King,” he said. “You have a fever.”

“I do not ,” said Wukong immediately, shooting up to sit. His head spun with the movement and he found himself back down on the ground not even a moment later.

“You definitely do,” said MK.

MK scooted closer to his dizzy mentor and offered him the medicine cap.

“I know you’re a stone monkey, but I think you should give it a chance. Before you pass out again– that was a little scary. Try not to do that next time.”

“I’ll be sure to give you a heads up the next time I do,” said Wukong, trying to be sarcastic but sounding way too confused to really drive home his point. “But I’m not going to drink that.”

MK frowned, clutched the medicine tighter, and accepted the challenge.

For the first two days, Wukong was stubbornly set on not being sick.

MK, the sweet kid he was, never gave up on him (not like he ever had before). He came every day or night, dawn or dusk, with medicine and cool water and food .

“Pigsy helped me make this one,” said MK on the second day. “It’s a vegetable broth.”

“Is Pigsy bothered that you’re here?” Wukong had asked, sipping the soup. The flavors were warm and hearty, but were easy on his tongue; and easy on his stomach. MK had gone on a long tangent about the foods that Pigsy had allowed him to eat when he was sick. Wukong had taken a mental note for potential later use.

“Not really. Shop’s only taking pick-up orders right now, so I’m off duty,” said MK.

“That’s not what I meant.”

MK paused in his sketching and looked over at Wukong. The gleam in his eyes twinkled and he frowned, nose scrunching in concentration.

“…Don’t you need rest, MK?”

The boy’s mouth formed into a quiet ‘oh’ and shook his head. His eyes darted to his lap. There, he began to pick at his nails, but there wasn’t much to pick in the first place.

“He doesn’t mind,” said MK, eventually, but struggled to elaborate. He released a breath and shrugged. “And I don’t mind either.”

There was the sound of water dribbling. In Wukong’s now-quiet haze, MK returned to cooling down his fever with his wet rag.

The three days after that was much better, in Wukong’s opinion.

He slept less, could move more, and finally— finally — he could stop drinking that rancid medicine. (It said it was ‘cherry’ flavored. Wukong almost had the desire to contact his lawyer for the first time in two decades just to sue whoever lied about that ).

Most importantly, MK was a lot happier about it, too.

“Feeling cheeky, yet?” his successor asked with an innocent tilt of his head. His smile, however, told a different tale.

“Almost,” said Wukong, taking the last bite of a peach. “I might be a bit out of practice.”

“That’s okay— I’m up for anything. Give me anything . I mean, I’ve been doing some practices with Macaque here and there but—!”

Wukong spun his head to him and blinked.

MK grinned and then said, “—bbbbuut huh? What? What did..? Ahem . Crazy, I don’t remember what came out of my mouth. Brussel sprouts?”

“Ah— no thanks bud,” Wukong was sick of kale, brussel sprouts, and bok choy right now. “We can do anything you’d like. I’m sure I’ll be up for it tomorrow.”

Wukong watched the way MK perked up.

“You really think so?” asked MK, mid-chew, sounding more like: ‘phu philly phink pho?’

“Let’s be honest, kiddo,” said Wukong. He took a deep breath, stepped over to MK, and then sat down in front of him on his knees. “You’ve spent this entire time looking after all of us— this entire time looking after me . That… shouldn’t have been your job in the first place. It’s the least I can do.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” said MK, even though Wukong could tell he struck some sort of nerve in the kid. His voice warbled and his eyes had gone big and vulnerable.

Wukong squinted his eyes, trying to really look over MK under the bright light of the sun. The bright, clear clarity of day exposed MK in a way that the night could not. MK belonged most with the stars in the sky. While being out in the sun was out of his nature, it helped Wukong, and the gears in his head finally clicked and whirled to life.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, reaching out and grabbing MK’s arm.

MK stared widely back. The tips of his mouth threatened to quiver down, and those worried lines began to form again between his brows.

“Well,” said MK with a weak laugh, “I’d hope not.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” said Wukong.

“Hahah… seriously, Monkey King—.”

“I’m not going.”

“I know that—.”

“I’m here for you. We all are,” MK paused at that, so Wukong carefully continued, “so thank you for taking care of us when we needed it. Let me help you.”

“But,” choked MK, “I don’t need help with anything . It’s why I’m here helping you, and helping Pigsy, and Tang, and Mei and Sandy…”

MK trailed off, gaze dropping down to the floor. Even the stone below was bright and glowy with sunlight.

Wukong leaned forward. His other arm, recovered almost to full strength, curled around MK’s back and pulled him into a tight hug.

“How do you want to recover, bud?” he asked.

MK shifted in the embrace and buried his face into Wukong’s shoulder. His hands, callused by battles, settled at Wukong’s shoulder blades.

“With time,” said MK, “when it passes with you guys.”

Wukong swallowed. Okay, that was a little heartbreaking. MK had wanted support and friendship and love throughout the past two weeks; something that had been, honestly, difficult to give recently. Now, however, Wukong held him closer.

"I'm sorry, bud," he said, but then realized that he may have said that too many times over the past few months, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Thank you for holding through. How about, after we're all a-okay again, we go have a nice day on the beach. All of us."

MK snorted against his shoulder.

"All of us?" MK asked quietly, cheekily.

"Ugh," said Wukong. "except him."

MK's next laugh was muffled, but Wukong could already see his kid's next scheme brewing.

A few days later, watching Macaque slink up beside him, Wukong wasn't completely happy knowing his hunch had been correct.

[somewhat-insane]

Works Masterlist:

Blurbs/Drabbles/One shots:

•°¤(¯`°🌹(Conflicted )🌹°´¯)¤°• (ShadowPeach x GN!Reader (QPR Wukong & Reader)

~Don't You Dare~ (Male!Reader x MK)

~Song of the Sea~ (Male!Siren!Reader x MK)

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~Shadowpeach Headcanons (I'm Delusional)~

~Nine (Nine-Headed Demon) x GN!Reader~ !!S5 SPOILERS!!

~Nine-Headed Demon x GN!Reader: Kissing Headcanons~ !!S5 SPOILERS!!

~Sun Wukong x Male!Reader~

~*Jealousy SWK, SEM, NHD*~

~Cheating S/O~

⫘⫘⫘ShadowPeach x GN!Reader (QPR Wukong & Reader)⫘⫘⫘

Shadows of the Beach (Ao Lie x Wukong x Macaque fic):

Chapter One: Remnants of His Past

Chapter Two: Tethered

Chapter Three: Belated Meetings

Chapter Four: Tea, Milk, and Honey (50% Complete - Word Count Goal: [8,000] - Current Word Count: [4,944] - Edit Status: [Unedited])

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Ships (Canon x Canon, OC x Canon, etc. etc. I'll write for most ships but I'll tell you if there are any I won't write for.)

Poly ships

Queerplatonic relationships

WON'T WRITE:

Smut

Any proship content

Nezha x Reader (romantic) (I know he's technically an adult in the LMK series, but it makes some people uncomfortable so I steer clear of it)

(These rules apply to drawing requests as well!)

[silvergolddraco28]

Cursed Ink

2 Caged

The rocky plateau the two monkeys were on changed in a swirl of colors and ink revealing that they were now on Flower Fruit Mountain yet it was not as vibrant as Wukong was used to seeing it. ”Welcome to your new home Peaches.” ‘Macaque’ grinned standing once more while ink pooled onto a simple pond-like surface revealing two teenagers appearing in a village dressed in familiar clothing. Wukong’s eyes went wide and his heart sank. ‘Mk! Mei! What are the cubs doing in the scroll?!?’ Wukong thought struggling to break the ‘ropes’ while muffled chirps of warning came from his throat.

”Easy Peaches. I’ll let them pass as long as they follow the story and don't try to interfere. But if they do then you’ll have to take responsibility for what they do. After all, it's the parent’s duty to protect their cubs isn't that right? If you behave, their journey won't be as traumatic as yours was.” ‘Macaque’ explained.

‘Macaque’ slashed his claws at Wukong’s chest, easily tearing through the clothes Wukong wore smirking when he was finished. Wukong was now only in the loose pants he wore while some shreds of his clothing clung to his shoulders and wrists showing off his heavily scarred chest. ”I’ll leave you to explore while I check on the others sealed here. Fair warning, you won't be able to leave the old Territory and the Palace is at the heart of your new ‘cage’ so to speak.” ‘Macaque’ stated before fading into a pool of ink, with that the muzzle and ropes on Wukong burst splattering Wukong’s fur in even more ink.

“Damn that cocky creature,” Wukong muttered. His fingers throbbed from the mild pain of his claws being ripped out as more of his illusions began to fail from the lack of Chi he had.

“I need to get out of here and find the cubs fast!” Wukong stood and nearly buckled from his own exhaustion, hitting him like a sucker punch to the gut. He bit his lip, drawing blood, forcing his body to move as he ran through the faintly familiar paths to get off the island only to slam into a thick gray barrier at the edge of the forest bordering the beach. Wukong snarled in frustration landing a strong punch that would normally level a medium-sized mountain. Instead, Wukong felt like he had just hit his own staff as his knuckles split and bled slightly from the force that rippled like jelly through the barrier.

Wukong’s red and gold eyes blazed with power as he activated his Eye of Truth, biting back a growl at the complex and complicated spellwork woven into the barrier. It was made specifically for him in mind with an almost flawless design. Almost. The real Macaque had a special back for perfectly flawless spellwork and compared to the real thing this fake was an amateur. Wukong gathered power on his next strike and hit the barrier right where the weak point was only to be blown backward skidding on the dirt before righting himself to a stop shaking. “A trap in a barrier... Mac hasn't done that in centuries...” Wukong muttered grimacing seeing his pants turn up along the sides from skidding and his boots ruined as his eyes of truth glitched out. His power was now simply running at a bare minimum and sheer will was the only thing keeping him standing and conscious at the moment.

Instinct had him dodging to the left as a thick ink-black chain whipped out from somewhere behind him wrapping around a nearby tree trunk before bursting into an explosion of ink. “You're not catching me this time.” Wukong stated narrowing his eyes and letting his senses heighten to their fullest to dodge the incoming whip-like chains.

He panted slightly before a single chain firmly caught him around the waist. “Damn!” Wukong cursed before he was yanked off his feet, losing his balance as more chains wrapped around his torso pinning his arms to his sides while his legs were bound together. He crashed to the dirt growling as ink trailed up his neck and formed that muzzle once more with footsteps coming from his left.

”I see you came in contact with the barrier Peaches. You should have just walked away from it instead of making me angry.” ‘Macaque’ scowled, lifting the bound golden monkey off the ground and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Wukong struggled growling deeply as he was taken deep into the forest down an unfamiliar path before his eyes were covered by black cloth. ”I would rather not ruin the surprise I have for you Peaches. I found him trying to get into the barrier before the sentries caught him.” ‘Macaque’ spoke.

Wukong only spared a split second to think over who would guess to look on the mountain for him and only one person came to mind. ‘Mac!’ Wukong thought before he was tossed to the ground slamming against a wall. The impact left him partially dazed while something warm spread behind his head. ‘I think I just got a concussion... Haven't had one of those since I picked up the staff.’ Wukong idly thought his ears were ringing before the sound returned.

“Wukong! What did you do to him, bastard?!?” snarled an all too familiar voice. One that both made his heart skip in beats yet break at the heavy guilt.

”I simply did what you are far too ignorant to do.” the ink creature replied. “You're supposed to be the Six-Eared Macaque, Master of the Winds, Shadows, and Metals with the ability to hear the past, present, and future making an omniscient being that rivals even the very Gods... Yet you're nothing but a coward hiding in your own shadow under assumption under assumption. Perhaps that's why the Brotherhood wanted to kill you off without Peaches’ knowledge after the fight in Heaven.” the ink demon coldly replied. ”All you have done is throw it all away the moment you went on that temper tantrum against Tripitaka. So blinded by rage you didn't even notice Peaches was in physical pain and under orders from the very Gods to not let Tripitaka be killed. What did that bout of blind anger accomplish? Nothing! Absolutely nothing but more indirect abuse and conformity. Unlike you Luier Mihou I know everything that happened on that Journey thanks to the Ten Kings and the countless souls of Celestials, Demons, and Humans embed in my very ink.”

Like Comment and fuel my imagination. I'd love any art as I'm practically worthless at drawing. I can trace and color but drawing free hand? I’d literally burn the page with the eraser.

[kidron]

Can I request General Hcs you have for Wukong and Red Son (separately) and how these hcs impact romantic relationships and crushes?

ahh this took like 3 weeks to be posted. I was waiting for the special eposides so that i can post most of my works at once, as that some of them are related to the special eps. So thanks for both your patience and requesting !

One last thing is that I don't write romance related stuff, you guys can check it on the rules please :]

( slight season 4 special spoilers )

Sun Wukong || Monkey King

He prefers arm hugs, apparentily Monkey king doesn't seem very used to the full-body hugs; as when Mk pulled to his waist on the special episodes or when Tang hugged his shoulders from behind, he does not hate nor dislike them, just not that familiar with them.

He's now more used to someone coming out of the nowhere wrapping their arms around him, stroking his tail, or playing with his fur

He may also like wrapping an arm around the shoulder of close people to him, just like how he did to Macaque when handing him the peach.

Unlike his riskless behaviors, his diet is pretty much healthy, mainly on fruits which may be considered as too much carbs, but it's not; to the fact he's a monkey

If he saw someone generllay not eating well he would insist on them to eat with him

Macaque diet isn't the best, not the worst either, the main problem is that he doesn't eat at all... Wukong always need to double check on him

I suppose he doesn't like dried fruits, consedering that those lost most of their vitamins and the juicyness he enjoys in regular peaches and fruits, However, He's fine with most likley any dried food like those peach chips he was eating in season 1.

He's one of the best immortals when it comes to fitting in modern society, as well as learing what is and how to use new inventions by looking at how he knew how to use sunscreen propely. Lord I didn't know this information before and enjoyed searching about the scientist reason and entire history of sun cream, i had a good time.

One of Wukong's favorite activities while he's in town is buying any peach related merch, whether it's food or not; he doesn't only thinks peaches taste like heaven but also loves how they're shaped and the nice colors of them.

Self taught artist, a really good one but not that he takes it seriousily or what so ever, he like to draw from times to times, and through the years he devolped a nice style

Red son

Even before they intracted that friendly in person, Mei may tried to find his number because she was amazed by his skills.

He enjoy letting the raindrops wash his clothes racing on his face while soaking his hair all at once, just before drying himself with his fire. well i'm not sure about this one since he didn't seem to be happy getting wet on the beach... but consedering that the relaxing rain drops and getting soaked with water are two deffrent things it may be reasonable.

By looking at his impresive projects, I wonder how many hours he sleep, how many countless restless nights he had, with the fire demon's eyes fighting the "desire" to keep closed everytime he blinks.

From times to times, him and Sandy meditates together, Sandy tries to help him to keep his nerves together and offers him tea, one of the few people Red son act pretty chill around.

He doesn't leave the lower buttons of his outfit open due to aesthetic purposes, but rather leaves them because they restrict his dramatic movements and therefore buttoning them is uncomfortable.

Red son prefers desserts saturated with cinnamon, the rich flavor that have some sort of spice-like impression matches his love for spicy food.

When Mei's hair ties got off when her powers went crazy, Red Son was the one who gave Mei two new ones. He has a few hair ties in his pocket just in case, his ties often gets cut or burned

Just like the Monkie king, he's one of the most demons with a good ability a keeping pace with technological developments, However, When it comes to communication he's not the best at it ( it's clear enough with no need to explaination )

Red Son prepares anything he needs before starting work, whether it's working on his machines or cooking, you will find the ingredients listed with the right amounts he need and the spices arranged in order. He does this in oreder to work smoothly and hates interruptions his work to fetch things over and over, and this method saves a lot of time ( try it, you will thank me ).

His caring language to people is placing his arm around their shoulders, just like he did to Mei, assuring them he's here, they have to keep going. Mei got it and so she does that to him too.

Thanks for requesting, the Analysis will be done soon too, byiee

[majodump]

All my LMK/JTTW post so far

(Not including anything with Loto as that has its own list)

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JTTW

My version of Wukong while reading

Monkey after cauldron

monkey king plush

How the chapter went

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LMK

Redraw

Sleepy traffic light trio

asking for Samadhi fire

Redson coming back home

Hanging out (the image on top)

movie night

Mk charm

Literal traffic light trio

Season 2 rant 

Wukong and macaque Fusion

Wukong and macaque Fusion part 2

Top 5 favorite LMK characters

Eclipse and wukong/LBD fusion art trade

Overprotective mei

Bridal carry

King mk

Bitty monkey mk and mei

Hair privileges

Lmk stickers

scorpion demoness

Freenoodles

Nightmares

Little nezha

Monkey on the beach

Sick mk

Sick mk pt.2

Hear/See/speak no evil

The King of Suns and The Duke of Shadows

Winter shadowpeach

Year of the rabbit

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LMK Animatic/Animations

I lie to myself Animatic

Enemy Animatic

Shrine of memories animatic

Swear it

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Ok just in case

Lmk oc Loto's masterpost

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This is mostly for me to keep my drawings and stuff semi organized since I'm an idiot that dosen't organized her tags and ends up scrolling like a mad woman to my find my own stuff.

[ningadudexx]

silly posting *_*

The maca and wukong one is inspired by @/ publicspamaccount post!!