#lmk cannibal macaque

[dez-ku]

Claiming the Cannibal Macaque AU (my personal version) 😋

[artepti]

A little present for @dynamicsimp and their Cannibal!Mac x Regen!Wukong concept! :D

[dynamicsimp]

TW: CANNIBALISM AND BLOOD

No EyeShot but Cannibal Macaque x Body Regen Wukong (Basically JTTW) will forever live rent free in my head. (PLEASE I NEED MORE OF THEM *SLAMS MY DESK* WHERE CAN I FIND MORE.)

Guys please I need more of them AGHHHHGH

[starsfic]

When MK finally started to understand monkey talk, it results in him learning Macaque's deepest and darkest secret from the monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain.

"The monkeys call you 'Momcaque'?!"

"The monkeys call you 'Momcaque'?!"

Macaque dropped his pomegranate in time to feel several monkeys scatter, probably out of embarrassment rather than the sudden yell. His ears ached from the yell. "They call me what-?" he sputtered, his emotions swinging back and forth. "They do not," Macaque finally settled on.

"I mean, kinda," Xiaotian said, rocking back and forth on his heels. The excitement of his shouted question faded to darkness in his eyes. It was a confused darkness, not the kind that made Macaque sit up in concern because he knew the kid was thinking about the pillar again. "Sometimes they call you something else?"

"What?"

Xiaotian blinked. "It's weird, but some of the older ones called you the cannibal."

The what?

"Yeah, they didn't know why they called you that either, but it kept popping up-"

Macaque looked down at the spilled split pomegranate, the ruby red juice staining his fingers.

He blinked.

For a second, he could've sworn he was staring at blood.

[starrclown]

Remember how canonically Mk has skipped over major parts of Jttw and hasn't read it all.

I want a scene where Mk actually catches up in Jttw and has to read about Macaque litteraly impersonating Wukong and then cooks on of the monkies, EATS IT then passes it around to the other monkies.

Like BRO. I know that Jttw isn't entirely canon in Lmk because obviously they have changed some things, but I am genuinely curious if they'll keep the impersonation plot.

Because that's like the main thing Macaque is known for. Impersonating Wukong and fighting him. Then ya know, dying.

So if certain parts of Lmk are canon, does that mean Macaque's death is canon like how it happened in the book?

Like I feel like Mk would freak out that Macaque impersonated Wukong, ate on of his kids, then attempted to kill him.

Something tells me he would not be chill with that. Just a hunch tho.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[crypticpaw]

So, y'all remember in JTTW how Macaque actually ATE some of Wukong's subjects when he took over FFM? I think about it a lot! :3

[jamie-is-out-of-ideas]

"Tripitaka was abusive in the book" okay well, in the book Macaque committed cannibalism by eating one of Wukong's subjects, so...

[askblueandviolet]

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[endipuff]

GORETOBER, GORETOBER‼️‼️‼️ Wukong goes OM NOM NOM on Mac’s arm

[crzyimp]

The Puppet

Cw: Cannibalism, gore, body horror, non consent touches, Dehumanizing

There is no comfort in this fic and dead dove do not eat. This is horror and dark.

Author note: I was inspired by @digitaldoeslmk au and their Macaque. And thank you Pardal for encouraging me to keep writing. There will be more stories to come with this character and their role in Pardal's au. Oh, and minors please don't read this, its not safe. Enjoy :3

The shadows wrapped around their joints, forcing them to move like a puppet on strings. They wince as they struggle against tendrils. Laughter erupts as the puppet master and spectators watch on, the shadowy tendrils coiling tighter and tighter. “What was your name again?” the puppeteer, the one controlling the shadows, and the one and only six ear Macaque ask. “Actually, it doesn’t matter now. Your new name is Puppet. An object for my enjoyment and whatever role I see fit for my shows.” He smiles as they helplessly struggle against his hold. Bending a finger, he watches as they bend backwards with a groan.  Just enough pain to course through without breaking.

The person now dubbed Puppet is watched by his spectators in awe, some with glee, but most with fear as they collapse onto the floor like their namesake when the strings are cut off. Macaque steps forward at Puppet’s feet, crouching and resting his head in one hand. “Shame you’re just average, but eh, you’ll make an okay vessel for one of these spirits.” Cocking a thumb behind his shoulder, he gives one look over at the human before standing back up.

The shadows swirl around him as the room darkens, the spectators, his followers, back away in fear. His once bandaged and mangle form twist into some large. Large enough to the point, he’s crouching with one hand on the ceiling and the other reaching forward at the body as a dark mass. The shadows reaching out to sap any life in reach. Those some of his follows avoid them as the ritual starts while others were, less unfortunate.

 The spirits, the demons without bodies, inch closer, each one ready to jump into the puppet’s body. They watch as his hand finally laid on top of puppet, pressing down on it and leaning forward. Macaque and the shadows diving into the its body through it, the opening the spirits were waiting for. All rush to be the first one to possess the body.

He ascend from the floor to stand once more at the puppet’s feet.  Its spirit weaken enough for one demon of his horde to take control. However, he stands there waiting. Waiting long enough with one foot tapping. He doesn’t need a repeat of a White Bone Demon incident happening again. He doesn’t have time or patience for that. Finally the body stirring and twitching to life. Subtle relief washes over him and his creaky body relaxes.

“Finally awake, now bow and state your name and allegiance to me.” Waving one hand at them while the other cover his yawn. Along with his half expose mouth, a bit of drool dripping on whoever inhabiting this body. The person in the puppet’s body looks up at him, eye widening and scuttling away from him. That wasn’t right, so it is another incident again. He sighs. “Come on,” he walks over and grabs the puppet’s ankle from moving any further. “I don’t have all day for this. Now give up and let one of these fellas take your body.” 

Macaque doesn’t wait for a response nor was he asking, instead he repeats the ritual again. Again and again and again, no one looking back at him, but the human. Only this average, weakling of a human. The sheer audacity of it to make him work for what he wants. How on earth haven’t any of the demons taken over?  He swore they were fighting to gain dominance. Either the demons are weaker than he thought or-

Oh, that’s the reason he realizes. He should have noticed it for the first time. Feeling his magic less strain and this rotting corpse of a body faring better than he had in weeks. This human life force is vast compared to all the others he fed on. If he had to compare it, it was like drinking water; a normal human’s was just a cup, but this one? It was like trying to drink the ocean through a straw. A toothy smile spreads wide on his mouth, oh he can’t believe how lucky he is. To find such a goldmine!

However, as his purple eyes rake at their form. Soft body and weak, it’s going to be work to mold them into his image.

Grabbing their head, Macaque digs his nails enough to draw blood. His teeth and fangs were on full display and in their face. Bits of his flesh and blood splatter on it cheeks. The revolting smell of meat left in the sun overwhelming enough to make it gag. “Congratulations Puppet! You get to live and keep this pathetic excuse of a body!”  

Their hands, so warm and soft, holding his wrist either to escape his hold or to give their head alleviated relief from the throbbing the pain. His new toy, his puppet breathing rapidly; its fingers digging into him and his digging further into it. Its body jolting at his voice and rotting breath fanning across its face. “We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.” He hums with a closed smile, moving away from Puppet’s face. 

They hope that death comes quick and end this nightmare before whatever ‘fun’ Macaque has in mind.

~~

It never did, or that death forgot them somehow. One of the first of many things Macaque does once he squirrels them away was to shave their hair. Their once beauty brown curls, shaved as they stare at their reflection in the mirror. Stating that objects like them don’t need hair like him. With a sickening sweet tone. Then it was the way he refers to them. No, he didn’t refer to them as they, or she, or even he, but it; Macaque would even go further and make everyone refer to Puppet as it. Drilling in that they are just a puppet. Puppet, a name force on them and everyone around the mansion is content with that. He would never use their real name, even when they lashed out and scream it at the top of their lungs. That always results in punishments or training.

They despise the punishments and the training, but in their eye; it was the same. The only actual difference is that there is an audience. He always uses them as examples to keep everyone else in place, whatever mistake they made. He loves making a show how far he’ll push their body. Limbs torn off through brute force or slice. The training halls forever stained with their blood and the healers always on standby. At least they learned how to hold a sword properly during those times. Puppet gently brushes their bandaged up arm, feeling the indent as fingers brush by. Alone in their room and their thoughts.

 They recall the events that lead to that; them laying on the floor in a pool of their blood and him standing over them, bored after hours’ worth of sparring. They remember how he then smiled with his teeth, teeth that had previously bitten into their arm. Their own flesh torn off and now in his stomach. His tongue cleaning his partial lips and drool. “I think it’s time to give yo-“

The door slams open, ripping them away from memory lane. They hastily pull themselves off of the ground, leaning on the wall for support. Watching Macaque walk into the room with a plate of cooked meat. He stands in the middle of the room and holds out the plate to them. “Got you a little something.” They eye the plate suspiciously. “It’s not poisoned this time, I promised. This is actually going to help you, maybe make you brand new.” He gestures to their, broken, improperly healed body. “Now come on, eat it.” He takes a step forward and they press themselves against the wall.

“Puppet…” Golden eyes with a glint of purple narrowing at them, they quietly shake their head at him. Shame for Macaque after all these years that some part of Puppet is still defiant. He watches them huddle in their corner, watching him and the plate warily. He sighs and waves his free hand for a shadowy pedestal rise beside him and gently place the plate down on it. “Alright, open your mouth.” He breathes through his nose, a horrible whistling sound, and steps in to invade their space.

Their head slamming Into the wall, feeling warm and wet blood trickling down their neck before he leans into the kiss. Daze and reeling with fear, their mouth stays tightly shut. It didn’t stop him when their lips connect, or when his teeth grazed against them before holding their head and taking a bite. Searing pain as they struggle to push and claw him away. His cold body stealing their warmth and flesh. Macaque chewing audibly loud, pieces of what it once was, their lips with blood smeared over his mouth. “Better open that mouth unless you want to lose your teeth and tongue too.” The pedestal moves towards the two mingled bodies. He takes the meat calmly and chews it.

They thrash against him like a cornered animal, but it does nothing as the familiar tendrils hold their arms in place. Still the lash out of what’s to come, tears streaming down their face. Macaque, chewing carefully and purple hues glaring at them, his fingers digs into the gap of their mouth. Ignoring their screams and their teeth biting down on him; a warm tongue pushing against his fingers. Slowly, his fingers pry their mouth  open to him. 

Filling the whatever gap between them, Macaque presses his body against them  with a thud as their open mouth kiss again. One hand to keep them in place and the other to keep their jaw from biting down. They grunt and jerk as he uses his tongue to shove the meat into their mouth. The surprise giving him ample time to push it further in. He watches as they close their eyes and their body involuntarily swallow the meat down. 

He ends the kiss and leans his head away. “There! See, not poisoned like I said.” Moving the hand from their jaw to rest on their neck, now smeared with blood. “So, what do you think of the taste? Kinda like pork, right?” He waits patiently now, watching Puppet’s face form of surprise, to shock, and finally to horror. He couldn’t help but smile at them. “How’s the taste of Sun Wukong’s successor? Flavorful right? Come on Puppet, don’t disassociate on me. I wanna know what you think!”

They should be used to knowing the meat is coming from humans. They been forced and starved enough to eat it. But this, this was Sun Wukong’s successor. Whatever hope or redemption they thought they had was gone. There is no way they can be worth saving or asking for forgiveness. Not from this, not from eating a *Bodhisattva’s heir. The great sage’s next in line sucessor and reading the books already shows what happens when someone pisses that guy off. A limb shifts, reminding them that their and Macaque’s bodies are pressing uncomfortably together. He wanted an answer, they need to say something before they make things worse. Again. “I-“

They never got to finish their word, as Macaque uses both his mouth and hands to keep his promise. Ripping their tongue out with his mouth and yanking their teeth one by one. Pausing between each pull and making sure Puppet was conscious for each and every one.

He steps back, his hands on their shoulders as he admires his handy work. Mouth expose with missing lips, teeth, and tongue possibly choking on their own blood. He smiles and nod to himself. “Ah, if only you listened to me. None of this would have happen, but I am a man who keeps his word.” He watches as they struggle to breathe through the pain, eyes glazing and unfocused, but just to stop themselves from blacking out. For only a moment.

Then, finally, their body slumps and fall into his chest. Macaque sighs irritability, feeling his clothes soaking up the blood. Strong arms scooping his puppet’s body up and half drags them to the bed. Purple eyes boring into the body before ordering, “I expect you to be present once you wake up.” Wiping some of the blood off his mouth and clothes with his hands; and then wiping his hands clean via through Puppet’s clothes. He leaves them without a second glance with a satisfied smile.

~~

Soreness woke Puppet up, their back and neck stiff from the same position for who knows how long. Slowly using their arms to lifts them off the bed. A hand running over their face absentmindedly, fingers brushing over their dry crack lips. Their tongue moving past the teeth to wet their lips. Something doesn’t feel right, but can’t pinpoint it. It feels less cold in here too. They look about the room as they lay there.

Everything looks the same, besides the blood on the walls and floor in the corner. That wasn’t always there was it? Puppet jerks themselves to sit, muscles burning and pain waking them up faster. They stare at that spot, trying and willing to bring the memories to the forefront, but nothing. Blank. Nothing. Deep breath and exhaling through the nostrils, Puppet push themselves off the bed. Marching towards the door and grabbing their curved blade along the way. Their body felt wrong, they know it and the only one who’ll know what happened will be the one person they never want to ask. The halls echo when the door slammed against the walls and Puppet moving with intent, searching for Macaque.

Not in his usual spots in the vast manor and no one in sight to give his whereabouts, either. Their lips curl and their eyes narrow as they continue the search. Passing rooms and closed doors. Hand twitching and resting on the hilt, their mind trying and failing to recall what transpires. “Hey you! Yea, you new guy! Get over here!” Footsteps approaching from behind them. Though they kept moving, most avoid them and for good reason. The voice didn’t belong to anyone they know. It must be another recruit Macaque gets monthly. A hand grabs their shoulder and spins them around to face whoever.

A tiger demon tower over them wearing the same standard uniform as them. “I can’t believe you missed orientation! Come here, you’re going to the discipline room with me.” Puppet’s bare feet press firmly on to the ground when claws dig into their shoulders and try to drag them away. They don’t have time for this, especially with some newbie trying to act like their senior.  Either this tiger didn’t get the memo of what their capable of or really wanting to be a set of new clothes.

“Do you know who I am?” Puppet spoke lowly, their eyes staring up at the towering figure. Fingers flexing over the hilt it’s resting on. If it was when Puppet first arrived, they would’ve been terrified at the sight before them. Now though? This wasn’t even close compare to what Macaque puts them through daily over the years they spent with him.

The tiger snarl and bare his fangs at them before speaking, “Cocky shit, just cause you’re a monkey like the boss and that brat doesn’t mean shit. Stupid bastards like you need to learn your place here.” Puppet’s tense at that. Did he just refer them as a monkey?! That can’t be right, they’re human how-wait.

Now they remember. 

“Ah, there you are, puppet. I thought you were awake when I heard you.” Another voice spoke, one that cause both Puppet and the tiger to tense. The hall darkens and the tiger quickly kneels and his eyes on the ground. Shaking. A hand  extends cupping their face from behind, they see the tiger quivering in his spot. “Come on, Puppet, turn around and let me see you.” The tips of skeletal fingers pressing into their skin. A shiver runs down their spine. They obey obediently, feeling glowing eyes drinking in their discomfort as they turn. Macaque smiles at them admiringly.

Macaque whistles and says, “My, my, my, you look just like *him. I guess I’ll it slide you were out for an entire month.” Wait, they’ve been sleeping for an entire month?! “And look! Your brand new like I said. A brand new huma-ahem sorry, a brand new monkey. Oh puppet, you don’t know how happy I am. How many steps I can skip now for your opening act!” Puppet stood there frozen, their heartbeat drowning out his rambling. Feeling their hair, no, their fur standing on ends and everything is spinning. They hope this is all a nightmare and they’ll wake up; alone in their room with missing lips, tongue, and teeth. It would be better than this reality.

A squeeze on their shoulder reminds them that this is real. Oh, gods, it’s real and- “Puppet.”-what have they done in their past life to deserve this- “PUP-pet.”-oh Buddha plea- “Puppet.” Macaque is in their face with delight. Their eyes staring back at his and gasp at his eyes reflection.

[dez-ku]

More cannibal Macaque perhaps? I so rarely see anyone with that headcanon even though it’s literally in JTTW

I've been thinking of a story or lore about the AU

Which again... "AU" cause it's a different story fkrkf I would merge it to keep the story in the jttw but idk, I'm not sure

And dw! I'll definitely draw more Cannibal Macaque! Along with my other AU Vampire Macaque hahaha

[journeytothewestresearch]

Is there any evidence that the Six-Eared Macaque was a cannibal? I’ve seen some people reference it but I haven’t seen anything that back it’s up

Both Six Ears and (at least some of) the monkeys on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit are depicted as cannibals. This happens in chapter 57:

When that Pilgrim [a magically disguised Six Ears] saw that the Sha Monk had been forced to flee, he did not give chase. He went back to his cave instead and told his little ones to have the dead monkey skinned. Then his meat was taken to be fried and served as food along with coconut and grape wines (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 3, p. 101).

那行者 … 把沙和尚逼得走了，他也不來追趕。回洞教小的們把打死的妖屍拖在��邊，剝了皮，取肉煎炒，將椰子酒、葡萄酒，同群猴都吃了。

Source:

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

[angstandhappiness]

🤣 DEM MONKEY DORKS and of course a protective fire lizard

“Nice kids make tender meat”

Have you ever had a childhood if an adult didn’t pinch your face when you’re little and called you so cute and sweet that they would eat you? Have you? 

Of course Macaque it’s playing, and maybe he didn’t start laughing until they got to Pigsy’s… BUT!

They only see each other once two months, Macaque needs to make it memorable everytime. 

[starsfic]

prompt: macaque opens up to wukong after a bit of a spat about how it felt to die and get resurrected

VV Just a drabble to get the plot across, feel free to rewrite it

“you know the worst part? it didn’t hurt to die. I was at peace, and I could feel myself beginning to reincarnate and it was wonderful. but then the lady resurrected me. do you know what it feels like to have your soul ripped from the first kind of peace you’ve felt into agony i can’t even describe? it hurt. so no, wukong. i’m not mad at you for killing me. I’m furious at you that I was resurrected.”

Macaque took a deep breath. He had to tell Wukong this. He needed to understand. Otherwise, they would never get past this.

“When you killed me...” No, the memory was still too raw. Especially with Wukong staring at him like he was. He took another deep breath. “You know the worst part? It didn’t hurt to die.” Sandy made a noise from where he was making tea. Macaque ignored him. “I was at peace, and I could feel myself beginning to reincarnate and it was wonderful.” Sweet, sweet slumber but then- “But then the lady resurrected me. So you know what it feels like to have your soul ripped from the first kind of peace you’ve felt into agony I can’t even describe?” His hands were trembling. He clenched them into fists. “It hurt. So no, Wukong. I’m not mad at you for killing me. I’m furious at you that I was resurrected.”

Silence.

Wukong sat up, staring right at him. Macaque couldn’t read his face and it was a sinking feeling. Once, he had been able to read that face with a single look.

His hand clenched his shoulder.

And, in one low breath, “Good.”

Sandy gasped, dropping the tea. Macaque was too focused on a baffled “Wukong-”

“Do you remember what you were doing before I killed you?” Wukong’s grip on his shoulder grew tighter. “No? I presume not.” He looked him directly in the eyes, revealing they were not sunshine gold.

Instead, they were bloody red.

“You were killing children. My grandchildren. You killed my friends. Every last single person I knew, because of some superiority issue you had.” Wukong glared into his eyes, forcing Macaque to not look away. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be to anyway. “I have no idea where you got this idea where you were lesser than me. I tried my best to help you and I take the blame for maybe making it worse.” The grip was like steel. “But I know I tried and you didn’t want to get better so for some kind of petty payback you-” Wukong took a deep breath and Macaque seized his chance.

“I didn’t hurt you-”

“But you did. Do you know what I remember most vividly?” Macaque shook his head and Wukong chuckled. “You burying your teeth in Ba and Beng’s daughter’s neck and chewing.”

He couldn't say anything.

"You deserve worse for that."

[artepti]

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Lovingly led to Ruin (LLR)

A Shadowpeach LMK AU about possessed Macaque and Wukong.

Episode "Taken and Torn" Cover│ Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 Episode "Chains of Complicity" Part 1 │ Part 2 Episode "Destined flirting" Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Bonus Episode "Mission - Compromised" Part 1 │Part 2 │Part 3 Episode "Present Destiny" Part 1 │ Part 2 Height Glamour Episode "I miss him." Part 1 │ Part 2 Episode “Under Command, Over the Line” Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4 │ Part 5 (Coming Soon)

LLR AU where MK joins the torment fun

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Autocorrect Somewhere this counts as LLR concept art, I’m sure Dangerous Sociopath . .

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[jttwconfessions]

I think the lmk fandom still don't understand that this is,in fact,a kid's show. So of course it's character's personality and story is different from the original jttw, macaque can be just an antihero instead of a cannibal because, again, THIS IS FOR KIDS. It's not "mischaracterization" it's just a kid's friendly interpretation.