#lego red son

[theghostoficarus]

DEEP DOWN...

WE ONLY CARE FOR OURSELVES

DEEP DOWN...

WE'RE LONELY DEMONS FROM HELL

(Wordless version bellow)

[broke-art]

So I was browsing Insta what I noticed this.

And has anyone else ever noticed that Macaque is almost ALWAYS smiling?

Especially when its obvious he's nervous? Just a thought.

[ninzy14]

Enjoy some sketches :3 ✨

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

I got this cute Valentine's Day art by @lumidotexe of my Oc Xue Li and Red Son. You guys should totally check her out and get one of your own!

[constantlost]

God I haven't uploaded anything here for so long. Here's a silly little drawing of Porty showing off his singing skills in front of Red Son!

[wels-corner]

I am beyond amazed at how well you guys enjoy my little Xiao Hé, so here's her with Red Son! I am planning on drawing more with her in the future again!

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Second Chances Update!!

I finally finished Ch 30 you guys!!! Let me know what you guys think of it!!

[ryemiffie]

Even more quotes from my day as lmk incorrect quotes:

Mk: Are you itemizing me right now?

Red Son: ...

Red Son: You mean objectifying??!

Mk: Same thing.

Red Son: No, it is not! Not even close!

[sticky-badger]

Sona x Canon commission for the lovely @rand0m-s1nner !!!

Thank you again for the commission and your support! This was a blast to draw!!! Red is giving BIG ler energy just from the few clips I saw XD

More versions under the cut~

If you're interested in a commission then please don't be shy! Drop me a message and we'll get going! ☺️💕

Commission info~

[pomegranatelifethis]

A Silent Flower in a Cage of Flames

(Yandere! Red Son x FEM! Reader – Arranged Marriage AU)

English is not my native language

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Your footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor of the grand throne room, amplifying the tense silence that hung in the air. Before you, on an ornate table, lay the parchment that would formalize the marriage between two powerful houses. Your eyes were fixed upon it, your head bowed in quiet resignation.

"(Y/N), this agreement does not only determine your fate—it determines the fate of our entire family," your father said. His voice was composed, yet there was an undeniable firmness beneath his words.

Standing across from you was Red Son. Arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But his eyes… his eyes burned with a fire that was not wild with rage but cold and inescapable, a silent yet consuming inferno.

He assessed you from head to toe, a slow, deliberate gaze that made your spine stiffen. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it.

"Hmph… So, you are the one who is to be my wife," he mused, his voice laced with icy disdain. "How… fragile you look."

Your fingers clenched involuntarily, but you said nothing. His gaze darkened slightly at your silence, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.

"Ah… so you are afraid," he murmured, his tone a whisper of mockery. "How adorable."

The wedding was grand. Lavish.

Yet to you, everything was a blur. The people, the decorations, the forced smiles painted upon your lips… The only thing that remained sharp, undeniable, were Red Son��s eyes.

He never smiled. He merely observed, cold and authoritative. But whenever his gaze met yours, something flickered within them—something unsettling.

The room designated for your honeymoon was nothing short of luxurious, a display of wealth and power. Yet inside, a suffocating weight settled in the air.

As Red Son closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place sent a shiver down your spine.

Your shoulders tensed.

"If you try to run… I will find you," he said, his voice calm, absolute. "But I know you won’t try, will you?"

His words coiled around you like invisible chains. Slowly, you shook your head, unable to meet his eyes.

Suddenly, his fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me," he whispered. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a threat. "You are my wife now, (Y/N). You belong to me. Do not forget that."

And in that moment, you truly felt like a prisoner.

As days passed, Red Son’s behavior became stranger. He allowed you to roam the palace, but never alone. No one dared to speak to you in private. Even the servants seemed to avoid your gaze.

He never touched you—not physically.

But his presence never wavered. His eyes followed your every move, his attention a constant weight upon your shoulders.

One afternoon, you took a walk in the palace gardens. The fresh air was a rare reprieve, and you had wandered further than intended.

When you turned around, Red Son was already there.

Standing silently. Watching.

His face was devoid of expression. Yet his eyes…

His eyes glowed with something dangerous.

"What were you doing?" he asked, his tone slow, measured.

"I—I was just getting some air," you stammered, your voice betraying your unease.

Red Son tilted his head. "Getting air?"

He stepped forward.

"Who told you that you could wander away from me?"

Another step.

"If you are thinking of running… I will chain you, (Y/N)."

The world around you seemed to shrink. Your breath hitched.

But in that moment, you noticed something.

Beneath the suffocating coldness… there was something else. A twisted, possessive sort of affection.

Red Son’s emotions became more and more apparent with each passing day.

One moment, he would watch your every move in unsettling silence. The next, he would bring you gifts—fine jewelry, rare silks—as if desperate to see something other than fear in your eyes.

One evening, he entered your chambers, a silk gown draped over his arm.

"You will wear this tonight," he said. His tone was commanding, but there was a strange softness to it.

You took the garment without a word, hesitating. The brief flicker of hesitation in your expression made something in his gaze shift.

His expression darkened.

"You're still afraid of me?"

You flinched slightly, shaking your head quickly. But his eyes narrowed.

"Liar."

In an instant, he threw the silk aside and pinned you against the wall.

"Do you think I am frightening, (Y/N)?" he whispered. His face was so close, his breath ghosting over your skin.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You were a fragile butterfly, trapped in his burning grasp.

But there was no escape. Because Red Son would never let you go.

And the most terrifying part of it all…

Was that with each passing day, you were growing accustomed to his warmth.

(it was in my drafts for a long time, I wanted to get rid of it)

[legodragonkid]

Meet the Creator

Name: Nicole

Pronouns: they/them

Likes:

Drawing

Animations

Watermelon/treats

Cats and dogs

Family and friends

Monkie kid gang(mostly Sandy)

Hates:

Spiders

Tight spaces(claustrophobia)

Bullies

The Dark

Being alone

Being left out/behind

Being called short/shortie

Here’s a character sheet of my Lego Monkie Kid Sona(I suck at drawing characters from behind).

[theghostoficarus]

God, I wish I could hate you. I wish I could forget like you did. I wish you could remember. I wish. I WISH. I WISH.

I'm sorry. I don't know why you cry. I'm sorry. I don't know why you want to hate me, but if it makes you feel better, I wish you could.

Context Under The Cut :]

Red and MK are at Mei's costume party! Guys wear dresses and girls wear suits! For the in-between you choose! Incidentally, both Red and Mk wore dresses because why not. On to the actual context lol

This is a scene in my crystal au. This is where Red Son puts everything together and figures it out. Red was suspicious of MK for a while but him saying that it was his old bandanna confirmed it.

At this point, MK already kind of knows but not entirely. He doesn't want to believe that Wukong would erase his memories or anyone for that matter!

[broke-art]

Macaque x Fangirl reader

"You must be my biggest fan." The hooded storyteller leaned down next to your seat. "I hope that journal isn't to steal my stories." He gestures to the open notebook in your lap.

"What?! No! No of course not." You promised hurriedly. "Your stories are so good but, they're yours. I couldn't tell them half as well. No I'm-" paused trying to collect your thoughts. You certainly had been taking notes but not to steal anything. It's just the story reminded you so much of someone.

The hooded figure smiled indulgently.

"And who is that?" He asked clearly meaning the sketches next to your notes.

Some heat flared to life in your cheeks.

"Oh that is my depiction of the six earred Macaque." You explained ensuring to keep your eyes glued to the journal. "He was the brother of the monkey king? Played a super important role." You rambled. "Actually your story reminds me of-" the words died in your throat as you saw his grin slowly turn into a slight frown.

"You.....you know about the six earred Macaque?" He said slowly.

You nodded slightly.

"He's my favorite. It's really unfortunate how he died." You mumbled with a shrug.

The figure seemed to flinch a bit but when you looked at him he pasted on a grin that felt a touch forced.

"Sooo....you're a fangirl?"

A blushed burned at your cheeks and you tensed.

"I wouldn't call it that!" You shook your head adamantly.

The figure chuckled.

"Hey it's nothing to be ashamed about. Although-" He sat next to you thoughtfully touching a hand to his chin. "Why does my story remind you of him?"

You blinked.

"Uhm well it's pretty well known that when Sun wukong and Macaque parted ways it wasn't under the most...ahem....amiable conditions."

For a moment you thought you heard the man mutter under his breath, 'No kidding' But you couldn't be sure.

"But Macaque was still pretty renowned in his own way and when they did work together they were virtually unstoppable!" You slipped into explanations and gushed about how cool you believed the monkey brothers were.

That was until your own brother ran into the theater.

"Y/n! I can't find Mei or the others any-" He stopped short suddenly and summoned his staff.

"Macaque. I should have known."

"Wha-"

"Get away from my sister. Now." M.k growled twirling the staff.

A low chuckle sounded behind you making you stiffen and slowly turn.

The man pulled back the hood to reveal a black monkey with purple eyes and a wicked grin.

"Ohohoho sister huh?" He looked at you with a risen brown and you felt your gut twist in knots.

"So... Fangirl." He addressed you stepping towards you. "Ready to meet the real deal?"

"I said-" Gold flared around M.k just before he launched at Macaque. "Get back!"

You screamed and raised your arms as purple and gold magic clashed and the resulting sonic blast threw you back into the bleachers.

"Careful there, bud." Macaque's mockery reached you just as your shadow morphed under you. "Wouldn't want someone to get hurt !"

At the last word the shadow opened a portal in the floor.

With a gasp you reached for M.k as you fell only to see him lunge for you.

"Y/N!" He shouted only for his fingertips to just brush your own before the world vanished into a void of black.

You came to with a groan touching a hand to your head.

"M.k you've got some explaining to do." Pigsy groused somewhere in the background as you got your bearings. Slowly, as the world righted yourself you spotted your journal.

You picked it up carefully as M.k dashed out the doors for some unknown reason. You flicked through the pages and froze on your latest page.

'To my biggest fan. Thanks for coming to the show. Was nice to hear someone remembers me. ' - Macaque.

You blinked and despite yourself you smiled slowly. Perhaps you really were a fangirl.

[ninzy14]

Redson yippeeeee ✨ :>

[theluckyestclover7]

i watched the entirety of Monkie Kid recently and its such a great series. considering i loved rottmnt and both shows are the made by the same studio i should’ve watched it sooner

[midnightlavenderimp]

@theeldritchmetanoia

he just can't win XD