#mk rambles live

[siffrinstardust]

So how many of you knew that these guys VA’s were starring in the new Among us series.

URGHFKDJ IM SO HYPED ABOUT IT THOUGH i will not be able to unhear them when i watch the show dude its terrible

anyways

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[siffrinstardust]

I KNEW IT.

YOU dont have to answer this bcuz spoilers

but i was looking at true ending screenshots again out of curiosity and joyous whimsy and ?

partner and i thought this could be an injury from a past loop but now im curious. nn we might be overthinking it but

what is that on beebos neck .

Im sorry to be the bearer of not-angst but.

Hickeys.

[leons-art-pit]

this is the first doodle i made for my Runaway Flame AU so in celebration of finally posting it i figured i'd clean it up and colour it :D

a little sneak peak of what will be Red Son and Ne Zha's designs (though it's still gonna be a minute until we see them look like this)

i can't thank y'all enough for the positive response to this au. i've screenshotted all the responses to stare and smile at later <33

i also offer some silly little wukong doodles :3

i do realize in the second one, wukong's tail makes it look like red son has a tail oops - i almost gave him one but i didnt want to end up inconsistant about it lol

[nicoscheer]

A speculation about just how loyal and wonderful a friend Miles is:

We know that:

- Miles and Lana worked on an album together that is currently collecting dust in some basement

- Alex’s and Taylor’s breakup was (for whatever reason) very unpretty

- Alex and Miles are very close friends (at that time potentially best friends; or more)

- Taylor and Lana are really close friends

Here comes the speculation part:

I’m assuming that no matter what occurred between Alex and Taylor, Miles sided with Alex and Lana got on Taylor’s side simply because that’s how friendships work. Consequently Miles and Taylor also had a falling out with each other. Hence Miles and Lana stopped hanging out with each other, to either respect their hurt friends or maybe the dissension between Alex and Taylor and by association Miles and Lana was so big as to also put an end to Miles and Lana’s friendship. Either way by extension they halted all work on their shared album and never resumed it nor are there any signs that they ever plan to.

So by standing by his friend and supporting him, whether he was in the right or wrong, Miles (most likely knowingly) sacrificed a huge career jump. Cause let’s be honest had that album ever seen the light of day he would have gained thousand if not millions of followers just by association with Lana. And would now potentially play to tens of thousands of people instead of two thousand. And would have probably been able to finally break into the American market and do US tours.

Yeah I know that having your friends back is natural for most friendships but considering what was on the line for Miles he could have very well mostly stayed out of the drama and only quietly sided with Alex. But well he just ain’t that kind of friend. 110% there.

[i-am-a-fan]

The best thing about the traffic light trio is that to me

Mei and Redson are stem/ engineers who have learned vast amounts of science, mathematics, and literature. With either one going to grad school.

To me? Mk is a college kid drop out.

Did he do his best? Always. Did he try to go for a stem degree? Mhm. Did he realize that he’d rather work under pigsy until he can save up enough money to go to art school? Yes.

So now most normal conversations are like:

Mei: I really wish i still remembered how to find the acid content using normal filtration devices. I need to check if i need to take my cycle to the shop…

Redson: Have you tried using a small amount and reacting it with a strong base? I have some old beakers lying around if you need them.

Mk:… Have you guys tried to imagine what a new color would look like?

and both Mei and Redson take this question so. so seriously. like. to the point where Mk has to step out of the room because they get into a heated debate about shrimp colors.

[siffrinstardust]

MY BIRTHDAY TWINNNNNN HIII

and on the note of birthdays, GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME BUDDY @siffrinstardust WWAAAUUGHHH!!!!

[chocokeyboard]

Seing one million of dmks lately. Joyous

[samadhifired]

As much as I love the design, I kinda hope that MK's "monkey arc" will end with him choosing to "be human".

Not literally becoming a human, but the form he currently has. Because, in a way, his monkey form is what the world wants him to to be. A destructive force of raw power who is there to continue (or surpass) the Monkey King's legacy.

Heck, even the goddess lady carved him as a monkey statue. It is what she wants MK to be.

Maybe that's the reason why MK's transformation looks so painful. It's a struggle between expectations placed on him and who he wants to be.

So if he chooses to be "just MK"... It would be clear message that he has now chosen his own path. That he is his own person.

That he is more than just a monkey kid.

[introverted-ghost]

Do you guys ever think about how red son befriending Mei and mk who are mortal that he’s gonna out live them by like a lot.

[imminent-danger-came]

forever obsessed with the concept of MK having platonic hanahaki for Wukong

specifically with the disease being born from *perceived* unrequited love

like I generally dislike hanahaki but something about this gives me brain worms

Ngl hanahaki that could one: be involved with platonic love and two: be caused by the victims mere perception are both things that appeal greatly to me.

[siffrinstardust]

OK. officially gonna lock in on that life series cat. designs thing I HAVE ALMOST EVERYONE SKETCHED OUT i just gotta finish that, start lineart and COLOR. YAY u guys will be fed soon i promise .

in the meantime you can have a wip for it again

[squidthechaotickid]

Imagine being a clone and having a horrible identity crisis about who you are, which in itself is a reflection of the crisis the person you're a clone of went through, and you keep desperately trying to change pieces of yourself so you don't look like the other, but it isn't working. And of all the traits about you, the one thing that truly makes you stand out is the fact that you're like a solid foot shorter than the guy you're a clone of.

[auburnitzy]

NAWA / MANAWARI

SUMMARY: Me rambling about semantics and technicality.

Strictly speaking, Manawari is Nawa's name. Same goes for her name as a Chinese citizen, Luo Zijing. But she can be split up to two parts, one for the soul, and one for the body (kind of like humanity and divinity).

The soul's role is to remember the deaths and cycles they have went through, kind of like a record or an archive, while the body is to keep pushing forward with its indomitable human spirit. This is contingency (like a computer antivirus or firewall), because if Nawa was able to remember all her deaths from the past cycles, she would likely turn into someone unrecognizeable or have her mind shattered because humans won't be able to process that many lifetimes. This would not be good for her mission, which is to fulfill a centuries-long wish for rumination (Haliya), compassion/connection (the son), and salvation (Agwa).

Many lives on Nawa's family have been lost to the curse in which their life is sapped away to keep Bakunawa (Agwa) on the moon.

Guanyin, not only out of compassion and empathy, feels obliged to fix this problem since she was the one to lock Shuimu (Agwa's mother) away with the help of SWK in the myths (thus her reason of not involving the LMK gang and SWK). Locking Shuimu away was not the cause of the entire Agwa-Haliya fiasco, but it was one of the things that contributed to the outcome.

All the deaths are there because Nawa is an anomaly. She'll keep dying until she makes a decision that is the least anomalous for fate's standards. Simply put, while MK is tied by destiny, Nawa is unfortunately tied by fate– which is to vanquish Bakunawa.

[raspberrylovc]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM - jj maybank !

-- on christmas morning, on vacation, jj refuses to let you even as much as get out of bed. he insists on staying in bed during the cold day.

word count 702

!!' soft!jj, fwb!jj, fwb!reader

warnings implied sex (lmk if i need to add some)

notes this is my first time writing on tumblr (usually writing on wattpad) so sorry if this wasnt as good as expected. im open to writing tips if anyone has any !!

SOMEHOW, you had, once again, convinced the pogues to spend vacation in your hometown. it was the one place you knew would always snow on christmas day, which you absolutely adored.

you all stayed at your parents house. your mom had insisted for you to, due to having just enough beds for everyone. well, enough for two to a room, and one on the pullout in the living room.

the sleeping plan was quite simple. pope and cleo in room 1, sarah and john b in room 2, you and kie in your old room, and jj on the pullout.

however, jj had convinced kiara to let him bunk with you instead, going on about how it was impossible to fall asleep without another person in the room, and refusing to sleep in a room with any of the others due to the couples being paired together.

she hesitantly agreed, mainly just to get him to stop rambling. so she took the pullout, while jj slept in your room with you.

CHRISTMAS MORNING was definitely the most exciting thing to you. all you wanted to do was get up, dress warmly, go shopping, get hot chocolate, then come back to surprise the others with the freshly bought gifts you got for them.

only, of course, jj had found a way to stopping all those plans. the second you tried to get up, you felt his arm tighten around you. he was still half asleep, but awake enough to know he wanted you to stay.

you turn around to face him, very obviously confused. you hadnt realized he was already awake. that alone ruining your plans, let alone him not even letting you get up.

"jay, i need to shower." you complained. he pretended to think for a second. "mm, no." he eventually disagrees. "just stay in bed, mk?" he wasnt really giving you a choice, his tone supporting that theory.

you groaned in response to his protest. "i have plans." before you can continue on, jj presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

jj kissing you wasnt too surprising to you. what caught you off guard was that he didnt do it in a state of lust, as he usually did. it was soft and slow instead of his usual kisses. but you kissed him back nonetheless.

"s'too cold to be going out anyway. cmon, we can celebrate tomorrow." he says after pulling away. it was a tempting offer, really. only you knew youd have to confirm with the others first.

but then again, he wasnt really asking. he was more just trying to get you to agree. but it was safe to say you were not making it out of the house without him immediately pulling you back inside.

"fine." you reluctantly agree. you were already getting cold anyways, what did you really have to lose?

jj smiles, pecking your lips time after time, causing a small smile to appear on your face. he eventually stops, tugging you closer as you bury your head in his chest.

you could faintly smell his cheap cologne, and what you assumed to be the cookies everyone made the night before. you surpringly enjoyed the smell.

he plants one final kiss onto the top of your head, before drifting off back to sleep. you let out a hum of amusement as you hear his soft snores, before falling asleep yourself.

a/n kinda short, but i just wanted to write something to end my block. its a few hours late to post this depending on time zones, but i hope you liked it anyways !!

taglist none !

not proofread

[itsabouttimex2]

Y’know how reader is stuck as a monkey in the Yan monkiefam posts, what if reader somehow sneaks off the mountain and stumbles upon macaque. Macaque gets a specific vibe from the mysterious monkey, so he takes it as his own. Monkey reader is trying to communicate to macaque on how to transform back, but either due to lack of understanding or macaque not wanting reader to turn back, reader is still a monkey much to their dismay. Meanwhile Monkiefam is panicking and looking everywhere for reader. This could be seen as a part 3 to the Yan monkiefam posts with an added platonic Yan macaque.

How would you write this scenario? Sorry if it’s long, I started rambling a bit lol. I really like your writing and was hoping you would write something similar to this, I love platonic Yan and you stuff really caters to me. Thank you🩷🩷

Monkiefam: Part Three

Sable Savior

(Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

(💜💜Post one-hundred, huh? Feels good to have gotten here! My ask box has been wiped, and is open again! Character x character requests are now allowed! 💜💜)

Monkeys don’t make for good pets. They’re cute, sure. They’re funny and interesting creatures that are worthy of study. But it’s impossible to raise them properly.

And it’s impossible to obtain one ethically.

Either the mothers are shot to death in the wild and the babies are ripped from their still bodies, or they’re kept in horrid conditions and forcibly bred again and again, having their babies torn from them after only a few days or weeks.

All for a cute pet that will be dumped in a few years. Monkeys don’t stay cute, after all. They grow out of the clothes you put them in, grow out of the training you put them through, grow from cute “living dolls” and into wild, fanged animals all their own.

Once they’ve shed their youthful looks and compliant behaviors, the fate of every ‘pet’ monkey is the same- death.

Whether shot or euthanized or dumped far from home and left to starve, monkeys kept in captivity almost always have unhappy endings.

You could be easily mistaken for one of those unfortunate creatures, stuck in a simian form and curled up near the roots of a looming tree.

Even after two full weeks, the transformation you had accidentally locked yourself into remained strong, showing no signs of faltering.

What at first seemed like a potential method of escape had quickly because the thickest chain in your shackle.

Not only was your newfound ‘family’ thrilled to have you as a cuddly little monkey, they seemed even more intent on coddling you.

MK especially adored having a ‘little sibling’ who couldn’t escape his grip. Day in and day out, every minute spent by your side, tending to your needs as a form of stress relief. Whether it was wrestling you into the bathtub or carving up fruit to spoon-feed you, the hero had quickly become a constant smothering presence. He was a fine caretaker, but you would much prefer that he used those skills on anyone else but yourself.

Just barely had he talked himself out of dressing you up, reasoning that you might find fabric uncomfortable over your fluffy white fur.

Not that he allowed you to remove the silk ribbons that his mentor had tied. Those were staying, and MK made sure of it. Every single time you had managed to squirm one free from your body, he just snatched it off the ground and tied it back on.

And, speaking of his mentor-

For all the doting you faced at the hands of MK, Sun Wukong was twice as bad.

Having been the caretaker for thousands of monkeys through the passing of centuries, it seemed that the Great Sage had a knack for pampering the furry darlings- and that translated quite easily to a human being who had accidentally trapped themselves in the form of a cub.

Already you had spent hours upon hours upon his lap, feeling Wukong’s deft fingers comb through your fur in search of debris to remove. Given that you weren’t allowed outside, he rarely found anything more than dust. Still, his intention was more to bond than it was to clean.

For him, the best part was when you'd get so bored that you'd start stroking his fur in turn, picking through it just to pass the time. Even though your heart wasn't really in the action, he was absolutely thrilled to have you acting like a real monkey in some small manner.

The Great Sage was so thrilled, in fact, that he'd barely allow you even a minute alone. And though some of this was justified by your inability to properly function in this new form, it went far beyond the realm of understandable when the king started taking you to bed with him- all under the guise of 'keeping you safe'. You'd rest all through the night tucked into his arms, listening to a powerful beating within the Monkey King’s muscular chest.

Against MK, you were lulled to sleep by a slow throb, finding some gentleness in the steady and low thrum.

Against Wukong, you were cascaded by the furious white-hot pounding of a heart blessed by power almost beyond comprehension.

You’d be lying if you said neither was at least a little comforting to hear as you drifted to a deep, dreamless sleep.

But here and now, there wasn’t an ounce of warmth to be found.

You had finally managed to slip from the clutches of your ‘family’, mustering just enough motor control to clamber up the couch and jump to a window left cracked, slipping under the peering pane and crawling to ‘freedom’.

On unfamiliar and furry legs you had fled, away from a gilded cage and into the beckoning wilderness. Maybe a part of you now longed for the forests, driving you to escape and run free. Perhaps some newfound simian instinct craved a life free from unchanging scenery and sturdy walls.

So away you went, chirping and chittering and calling out to the rising moon as the night grew darker and darker.

And as you raced into those darkening woods, throwing caution to the wind, you also drew further and further away from any semblance of safety.

It hadn’t taken you even twenty minutes to find trouble on the supposedly idyllic mountain.

And now you were here, stuck in a simian form and curled up near the roots of a looming tree.

Not alone, of course.

A troop of monkeys surrounds your quivering form, hissing and snarling at such a strange outsider. The count is easily fifteen to twenty, each one bearing sharp fangs and hunched down in aggressive stances.

You hunker away, pressed to the cold bark with eyes pointed downwards. You don’t dare move or make a sound.

It’s not enough to save you.

The largest member of the pack snarls for just a second, rearing back with his teeth bared. Before you can even flinch, the simian lurches towards you with a splitting howl, powerful jaws snagging the skin of your neck.

The scent of blood fills the air.

As it shrieks through a mouthful of your flesh, the monkey violently slings you back and forth. It beats at your face and neck, hammering your diminutive form with all the strength it can muster. When you dare to try and strike back it throws you to the ground, beating ruthlessly down on your stomach.

It hollers.

The rest of the pack jump into the fray, beating and biting and tearing at fur. Where one shoves, another pulls. Any spot left untouched by one is promptly assaulted by another. Not an inch of you is spared the violent assault, nor is mercy given in regards to your youthful form.

And right as darkness swells in the corners of your vision, the troop freezes.

A barbed lash of black strikes the alpha across the face, leaving a deep and stinging cut where it lands. He howls and shrieks and falls back, shooting off into the jungle and disappearing from sight. From only the trail of blood left in his wake, his troop follows, fearful but still loyal.

“Someone’s had a rough go of it,” says a voice that would be insufferably smug if it hadn’t just saved you from probable death.

Two cold hands wrap around your prone form, prying you from the ground.

The white of your fur has almost entirely disappeared behind a mixture of wet soil and stinking blood, filthy and pungent. The ribbon around your neck has been torn free and left on the ground, lying in tatters.

“You‘re still a little too young to be without your mother, fuzzball. She’s the one who’s supposed to teach you ‘the ways of the wild’, yeah? Where’d she get off to?”

Macaque cradles you close in one of his arms, lightly stroking the underside of your chin with a sharp nail. His touch is surprisingly gentle, far more than you’d expect for a demon. His voice takes a turn for the soft.

“Nah, that’s not it. If you’re this close to another pack without her, then she’s… not around anymore. You probably weren’t raised by her at all, actually.”

His thumb presses against your ragged silk ribbon, toying with the red fabric.

“Must’ve been dumped by some mortal who got sick of taking care of you, huh? Bastards.”

You chitter desperately for his help, hoping that this one might understand even a word you say. But he only gives you a pitying smile, untying the ribbon from your tail and letting it flutter slowly to the ground.

“You never even learned to speak, furball? They must’ve taken you young. Humans always do. Keep you for a few years and dress you up like babies, then throw you out once you’re not cute enough for them anymore.”

Your vocalizations grow more desperate and wild, becoming outright hysterical.

“I know, I know. Hungry, right? Never learned to forage for yourself, or pick for bugs. C’mon, let’s find something to eat- bet I can scrounge us up some peaches, at least. After all…”

Macaque pulls free his tattered scarf, then holds one end of it against your stomach. You can’t so much as chitter before he wraps you head to toe, swaddling your fluffy form tightly. It’s warm, at least, if a bit restrictive.

“Shouldn’t we outcasts stick together?”

And off he goes into the night, far from home and far from safety.

It’s not quite freedom, but you’ll take it.

[i-am-a-fan]

gotta say that with the lmk fandom. mei should be one of the most complex characters but she keeps getting sidelined and it’s very sad