#lmk six eared macaque

[artepti]

Is the one who asked about MK joining the torment

How would Chief and LBD treat their little champion?

How would he have met the monkeys?

Who was the most active parent and who the msot absent?~

Pfhaha- alright, I gotchu, but be warned, my ideas get crueler the more you ask. >:]

Trigger Warning for (implied?) Torture

Of course they make sure neither Wukong nor Macaque would be close, not wanting to risk anything. In truth, any genuine nurturing or parenting would come from Mac and The King. LBD would see such tasks as beneath her, and the Mayor, with his disdain for simians (MK included), would want little to do with him—after all, MK was Wukong and Macaque’s son.

There are many ways to approach how MK would have met the other two, but my love for angst simply pushes me towards the more disturbing route. :]

LBD quickly realized that if Wukong and Macaque had a child, they could create an immensely powerful being—perfect for her plans.

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[chonggen]

Hi. So I have a question about your Eclipse Au. Are Wukong and Macaque brothers or are they in love, like were they mates in their past?

MAY MORE THAN MATES

[lulisart]

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[missurbruhh]

Who’s cutie couple right now? Yeahhhh it’s back, stupid loverbirds lmfao

AND FEW FANARTS! 😍😍😍🙏 it’s not mine heheh

[swkbiggestdefender]

biggest wukong mischaracterizer like the fuck you mean "wukong only care about people who are useful to him" like isn't tripitaka the most useless man alive (love him though) and zhu Bajie always pissed him off and ao lie rarely fought and sha wujing lost most of his fights but wukong still loved them so much like can you at least hate him in character is not that hard 🙄

Gotten better after s4 but he still mischaracterize him sometimes ngl like who's going to tell him just because you knew the old wukong doesn't mean you know the current one his ass couldn't even tell that wukong was mortified in this sense like bro it's obvious

Too busy being sassy i guess I love how stupid macaque is despite acting like he can read wukong like a book like no you can't

it's funny because it's obvious that wukong was in an awful state mentally he literally had a war flashback and macaque couldn't tell he was acting way too casual it was so intentionally funny ngl

[demapatto-art]

what chaos does to a monke. season 6 macache dies. I mean what. who said that

[savbelly]

THEY SO BEAUTIFUL 🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥

(but love Macaque more hehe)

[sanfezu]

wh

[minimio20]

Oh

Okay so thanks like I woke up this morning and went from 140 to 500 WHAT LIKE THANKYOU WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?

OKAY HERE TAKE IT YOUR REWARDS

Didn’t know which ears to do so I did both :3

Without the text

Love the au,belongs to the lovely @kyri45 who made me scream with the Spicynoodles reward

Based off this happy scene

[lukass-r]

Never love an anchor

I hate how much I relate to Wukong. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

Me 🤝 wukong (emotionally unavailable, loves people deeply but have no idea how to show that, constantly fucks up)

Im definitely not crying!

*upside down version

[gh0styai]

The second image is just the base without background <33

I’ve been seeing a lot of cute little Wukong seals made for Macaque’s ears when things get too loud and I loved it. I decided to incorporate it into a comic I’m making. It’s not done yet but when it is I’ll post :)

Don’t tell me I never did nothing for y’all… don’t forget I love you guys

[teatime-at-4]

so we all know about the temperature headcanons where Wukong started running really really hot after getting steam-cooked in Laozi's furnace, right?

And how when people write Macaque's dramatic ass recounting his death/fights with Wukong, they describe the touches as having burned/as being burned by the sun?

what if, what if the reason Macaque considers the touches have having burned not just in the metaphorical sense of their burning relationship, but literally as well.

like, because Wukong got Mountain'd by the Buddha almost immediately after the furnace, he and Macaque wouldn't have much physical contact before Macaque left so he never got used to the higher temps that Wukong's body had taken on. So when they clashed later, he was taken aback by how hot even the simple brush of a hand was, let alone more.

Macaque getting overwhelmed and overheated just from Wukong getting too close while he's been pinned, Macaque screaming like he's been branded when Wukong grabs his arm, Macaque biting back sobs after a claw marks feels like some dragged a heated iron fire poker across his skin, ect because he's just not used to nor expecting the pure heat coming from the king. and then he turns around and turns into some poetic reason Wukong was always gonna hurt him, maybe he assumed it was an after effect of his magic he hid when not in battle so when Macaque became an enemy it was suddenly turned on him, but of course also having no real understanding of how or why Wukong suddenly burned.

post death Macaque runs much colder than he did prior, which sorta counteracts Wukong's heat so that touch is more comfortable and maybe Wukong's cooled down minimally over the centuries, but imagine him being worried during the first bit of their reconcilation of touch not entirely because Wukong killed/blinded him, but also because he's still pretty sure that even soft touch may physically feel like he's being burned

[chonggen]

Eclipse Regressed - Masterpost

[ Chapter 0 ] Hero didn’t BORN

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You guys are all wrong, Chaos Demon is just Chaos Demon, not MK.

[letterstolars]

i dont draw this guy enough

[missurbruhh]

Yup, Macaque and Sun Wukong probably.

[somewhat-insane]

Hello, its me again- the ShadowPeach x GN!Reader (QPR Wukong & Reader) thhank you for the lovely headcanons again btw. nervous to request more, but i am starving so- i was thinking about a drabble / oneshot. in which shadowpeach has been established (and reader has been a large help with that), but macaque is now realizing he has feelings for the reader, and how he goes about addressing it. so i guess a simple get together story. but macaques lowkey having a crisis. <3 take ur time hope ur having a great week.

I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS SO MUCH LIKE- No need to be nervous! I only have two other requests I'm working on right now, and knowing that you liked my stuff enough to request more means a lot to me!

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Tags: GN!Reader x Macaque, queerplatonic relationships

Overall, it had been great. Amazing, even. As unsentimental as Macaque was tried (and failed) to be, he couldn't help but admit he enjoyed having his best friend back. That alone had seemed little more than a distant dream a little over a month ago, but being more than that? It seemed impossible. So impossible that he refused to even entertain such a thought, lest he risk the pain of subjecting his already battered and bruised heart to more abuse. Eventually he conceded that would be the case regardless of what he let himself believe.

But then you came along. Foolish, stubborn, adorable you. Despite arguments from both sides that this was hopeless and a waste of time; despite even MK suggesting you step down so as to not get caught in their crossfire, you persevered. Turns out the centuries old murderous demons are much more hesitant to get into physical altercations with each other when their fragile mortal friend is standing between them. (Which had the entertaining benefit of you getting to hear the creative insults they would yell at each other. Most of Macaque's seemed like cheesy Pinterest lines while Wukong made use of hand motions that you're pretty sure depicted some very graphic death scenes.)

Even after you got involved, things weren't always easy, things rarely are when it comes to dealing with these monkeys, you've found. They still argued and healing came slower than either of them had anticipated (logically they knew centuries of pain couldn't be undone by a few chat sessions over tea and an unlicensed therapist, but you couldn't blame them for hoping).

But... how could Macaque even pretend he wasn't grateful when he got to wake up to find his personal ray of sunshine nestled against him, withered from age and stress but still as beautiful as ever? For a moment, as cheesy as it sounds, his heart had felt full again. He had felt like the young warrior he used to be; devoted to his king and untouched by the dark truths of the world. But after a while he realized there was still something missing, a piece of himself he had simply... misplaced rather than the one that had been buried. Wukong held the pieces of Liu'er Mihou, but the warrior realized, at some point, a piece of Macaque got away from him. Something-someone had been able to weasel their way into his peripheral when he had been trapped in an obsessive loop of trying to kill his murderer, and now that that desire was gone and his tunnel vision had given way to something wider, it was aggressively clear that his being no longer only craved Wukong. Someone after the terror and pain. Someone who fed that piece of his soul which clung onto hope harder than Macaque had dared to in a long time. A piece fueled by friendly words and crooked smiles...

At first he thought it was some kind of boredom. He had spent centuries locked in a rivalry with the Monkey King, it makes sense it would feel weird to no longer have that... anticipation coiled tight in his muscles. To no longer have something to chase after; to no longer have a goal or a plan. Though... isn't this was what he had always wanted? Ever since Wukong first promised it to him...

And no matter how long he spent meditating or talking through his inner turmoils with Sandy and MK, there was this aching void that persisted, refusing to be tended to. Almost as stubborn as-

"Mac?" Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, allowing him to blink away the haze he hadn't noticed forming and focus on the credits now rolling down the TV screen.

"Ah- the movie's over?"

"Uh, yeah? Where'd that handsome mind of yours take you?" Wukong smirked from his place pressed against Macaque's side, playfully letting his tail coil around the warrior's leg. Macaque huffed and rolled his eyes fondly. He's about to respond but freezes as he meets your concerned but slightly amused gaze. His fur bristles slightly as you open your mouth to speak, his eyes dilating at the motion of your lips parting and he tears his gaze away, already mentally beating himself up for how his heart stuttered at that, the poet in him already latching onto even the smallest of details to fawn over. The guilt dancing inside him only intensified when he caught sight of the barely concealed concern dancing in Wukong's eyes that mirrored your own.

Macaque rushes to interrupt you before you could say anything that would make the stubborn void of a heart inside him start radiating that stupid warmth again.

"I- Nowhere. I need to uh- pee?" Macaque abruptly stood up, much to Wukong's displeasure as he had gotten rather comfortable. Before Wukong could voice this, Macaque had already disappeared into a shadow, leaving you and Wukong to sit in a confused silence.

"... What was that about?" You find yourself asking. You had been used to witnessing their fights and seeing how they act when tensions are high, but the only time you've seen Macaque act like that was when you forced him onto his first date with Wukong.

"Honestly? I have no clue... he's been quiet today," before you can say anything he amends, "quieter than usual."

You chew on the inside of your cheek thoughtfully, examining Wukong's expression. He's looking at the spot Macaque left through, chewing nervously on his lower lip. You could nearly see the overthinking beginning to build up in the way his eyes remained locked onto that one spot, his brows creased tightly and his tail flicking against the couch. Sighing, you knock your knee against his to get his attention before tossing a controller into his lap.

"Think you'll finally beat my high score?"

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"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Macaque groaned to himself, pacing back and forth beside a small stream, monkeys already gathered on his shoulders. Their curious chirps went ignored as Macaque focused on the thoughts swirling in his head and tried to push down the emotions swirling in his chest, "what is wrong with me?"

He finally had everything he could've ever wanted and his stupid heart craved more.

Not only did he not want to ruin everything he worked so hard for with Wukong, but he also didn't want to ruin his friendship with you. Genuine friendship was so rare for him. He was... amicable with most of the brotherhood (everyone except Peng, at least,) but he only truly considered Wukong a friend. MK, as good of a kid as he is, barely hits the mark. But you arrived and despite his cold demeanor, you got to him with your sarcastic comments and surprisingly insightful views. It was nice to have a friend that felt... normal. Someone who wasn't trying to kill him. Someone who knew him as "that weird angsty guy" instead of a villain.

Plus, if you really wanted him like that, you wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to get him and Wukong together... granted, that does sound like a very you thing to do.

Macaque sighs, running his hands over his face. It's not like he wants to replace Wukong with you. Wukong isn't replaceable and you could never be just a replacement.

Taking a deep breath, Macaque assures himself that it must just be a passing... infatuation, of sorts. He'll get over it... mortals do this stuff all the time. He can't count on one hand the amount of times you've complained about workplace drama involving one guy who is head over heels for another person each week.

He comes back with a familiar easy smirk, watching as you and Wukong wrestle each other, both of you trying to distract the other to get an upper hand in whatever game you two were playing (it seemed to be a bunch of tiny brick men jumping around the screen and- was that Wukong wearing a cheerleader outfit?) before perking up when you see Macaque and he swears he's boiling from the inside based on the warmth blooming in his chest at the sight.

Wukong goes to say something but you see your chance and push him off the couch, ignoring his indignant squawk in favor of winning the game. When you go to brag in Wukong's face, you're met with a shoe being thrown at your own.

You respond very respectfully by jumping off the couch to body slam Wukong, which doesn't do much to the immortal monkey but does pull another amusing sound from him as he screeches and thrashes under you, clawing at the abused floorboards as he tries to escape you. Despite knowing he could easily throw you off if he was actually trying, you smirked triumphantly and sat on his back to keep him on the ground

Macaque watches with a fond smile...

He's so screwed.

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Thank you so much for reading! I know the "get together" part of this never really happened, but I wasn't sure how to transition into that without making this too long. I can always do more if you want; your requests have genuinely been my favorite so far. I'm so sorry it always takes me so long to get this stuff done- There were a few parts of this where I considered taking a part out, but most of the time I decided not to. Hopefully it ended up being at least semi-enjoyable?

Don't be afraid to let me know of any typos, grammar, or consistency mistakes! Constructive criticism is accepted and appreciated!

(I'm so nervous to post this for some reason-)