#mk short fic

[ukit4m4]

★┆LIN KUEI BROTHERS FAVOURITE SPOT(S) TO KISS N BITES

warning : none, i think..? only bi han 's part have a tiny bit of smut

writer's note : HI LOL I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A VERY LONG TIME 😓 I THINK THIS HAVE BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR LIKEE IDK TWO MONTHS???? I SWEAR I'LL POST THE DARK!JOHNNY FIC SOON.. (or not idk writingblock is consuming me)

Bi-Han :

- he's probably a boobs typa guys. he'd prefer laying down with you, and rests himself under your chin, nuzzling onto your chest. Believe me, at the most random times of the day, he'll walk up to you and randomly squeeze your chest. (If you're comfortable enough with that, of course.) When having sex, he'll lean down and will definitely nuzzles onto your chest, whispering,

“You're mine, aren't you? Say it," He'd groans. "Say that you're mine." :3

Kuai Liang :

- when you guys are cuddling, his favorite position are the spooning thingy. His the big spoon, you're the small spoon. Sometimes, you guys will just cuddle in a comfortable silence and it makes him happy that you can spend time with him without words. If it is winter, he'll probably heat up his body ever so slightly so that you won't feel cold. He'll put his chin on your shoulder, then plant kisses on your cheeks until you giggle :3

Tomas Vrbada :

- Opposite of Bi Han, he loves putting YOU on HIS chest instead. Yep, you heard it right! Either when you guys are in the bedroom, or in the living room while watching TV, he'll lean to a stacked pillows, and put you on his chest, no matter if your body is big or not. Basically, your head is under his chin, so he'll plant kisses, stroke your hair, back, arms, etc. No matter what position you guys cuddle in, he just happy enough to spend time with you :3

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[xiao-zhen]

Words Better Left Unread, or Is It? ~ Part I ☆

Part II Part III Part IV

Dear Wukong (don’t ask why I’m writing this when I’m never going to send it),

I still have no idea what to think of myself. I was brought back to life by Lady Bone White, yet nothing feels right. I was pulled from the grave and forced into a situation involving debt and a contract I never agreed to. Facing you again was the hardest thing I’ve experienced in all the years of my life. It seems that no matter how hard I try or where I go, something always happens to mess everything up and leave me in ruins once more.

(Macaque sighs, running a hand down his face in frustration and exhaustion, before penning the letter.)

What held me back when it came to the kid? I’m not sure. Maybe I thought I could be the Macaque I once was the way you remember me before my death. Before I realized it, I found myself helping Mk and you, even going against Lady Bone White. The kid, Mk, believes I am still the warrior I used to be. I wish I could be that person again, but those days are behind me now.

Then came Azure Lion, returned from the dead. Peng remained unchanged, doing everything he could to irritate me. Once again, I helped—this time for the kid. But perhaps I also did it for you when I entered the scroll to assist Mk in finding you in the ink scroll. Why did I do it? I'm still unsure. Maybe this is just another decision that will leave me in ruins. Perhaps I miss the way we used to be, the friends, sworn brothers that could go up against anything—the Hero and the Warrior. But those are just memories, remnants of what once was. You never apologized, but then again, neither did I. The truth is I’m scared, what if it happens again? Peng’s words still ring in my head, “Is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you? Pathetic!” It’s true; it’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. First, I got stuck in debt I didn't expect, feeling the pain of being pulled back from the brink, only to realize I was blinded in one eye—something I could never regain. This betrayal came from you my best friend, someone I trusted. What would I even do if you ever apologized? Why do I still care?

This kid is changing me. Will this happen again? The kid invited me to a beach party, obviously, I knew Mk didn’t tell you he invited me—no doubt about that—but…I have no clue why I accepted it and went, even though I was late. Why did I go at all? Why am I questioning who I am? Why am I questioning whether I truly hate you for what you did to me? 

End of letter. 

(Perhaps I should discuss it. However, these letters... I will never send it. Never to my ex-best friend was Macaque’s thoughts.)

Macaque paused, staring at the neat writing of the Chinese ink characters as if they were lifting off the page. He sighed deeply, dropping the pen onto the table. Taking a moment to breathe, he felt the conflicting emotions swirling within him: memories of the past, the current situation, uncertainties about the future, and his confusing feelings for Wukong. He cared for Mk more than he would like to admit.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed as Macaque turned to look out the window at the night sky. The full moon shone brightly, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding it. For a moment, memories of the past flooded back — the good times spent with Wukong, the laughter and adventures they shared. But then, the painful memories returned, particularly on the day of his death. He hadn't even had time to scream; it all ended in an instant. A shiver ran down his back. Would things ever be different? 

Macaque got up from his cheap thrifted desk (not just grabbed from his shadows wherever the desk was and used it as his furniture, finders keepers. Losers won’t know and just think their house had been looted). He went to the kitchen to see if there was something he could make, as he suddenly noticed that Ramble and Savage had left him. He guessed they wanted to walk around or do something—something they often did when he hung around the house doing nothing. Ramble was focusing on the letter and had subtly caught Savage's attention, showing her the letter while trying to ensure that Macaque didn’t notice. They were his shadows, although a separate embodiment from him, and had their little personalities. They knew his thoughts and knew his feelings. Savage and Ramble looked at each other almost pausing, they were like mischievous teenagers. As Savage nodded, she grabbed the letter as Ramble's job was to distract Macaque.

Macaque was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and the refrigerator, when he heard a slight movement behind him. He turned around to see Savage holding the unfinished letter. He froze, realization and surprise overtaking his expression as he stared at her.

"What the heck are you doing with that, Savage?" 

Macaque's eyes narrow as he stalks closer to Savage, a mix of anger and confusion on his face. He holds out his hand.

"Give me that. Now."

As soon as Ramble yells “Scatter!”, Savage scatters into a dozen, smaller, shadow clones that dart around the room. Macaque growls, frustrated as he tries to reach for the letter still clutched in Savage's hands. He attempts to grab the letter, but the shadow clones weave and dodge, evading his grasp. Macaque's frustration grows as he chases after the clones, his movements growing more frantic and aggressive.

"Dang it, come back here!" 

Savage manages to slip out the window, the letter still clutched tightly in her hands. Macaque hears the window opening and turns to see her escaping.

"No, get back here!"

Macaque sprints to the window, reaching for Savage, but she's already outside and out of reach. He lets out a frustrated yell and smacks his palm against the window. Macaque turned to Ramble, who shrank back under his gaze. He crossed his arms and fixed Ramble with a stern glare.

"You too, Ramble. What were you two thinking?"

Ramble fidgeted with his hands, avoiding Macaque's intense gaze. He knew they had messed up by letting Savage grab the letter. He looked up at Macaque, a mix of guilt and fear in his eyes.

"We… we were just being curious…"

Macaque's eyes widened in realization. His anger was suddenly replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. He couldn't believe what he had missed. The letter, the letter meant for Wukong he always wrote those, two small buckets filled since his revivment but never sent them of course and now it was out of his control.

"No, no no no..."

Macauqe ran a hand down his face, a feeling of dread and panic washed over him. His mind started racing, trying to figure out what to do next. He couldn't let Wukong get that letter, not like this. It was too personal, too revealing of truths he had wanted to keep to himself. Macaque stood there, his mind racing as he considered the gravity of his situation. "What am I going to do now?" he thought, the knot of frustration tightening in his chest. He knew that Savage, the swiftest of his shadows, had a knack for darting away with whatever they desired. Ramble, on the other hand, was a master of stealth, slipping in and out of places unnoticed. It was no wonder that the letter, filled with secrets and emotions he had long kept buried, had been taken so easily.

Clenching his fists, he battled against the rising tide of helplessness. He was acutely aware that there was nothing he could do to retrieve the letter now; it was likely already far beyond his reach, whisked away into the night. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as the reality of the situation washed over him like a cold wave. The very thoughts and feelings he had worked so hard to keep hidden were now in the possession of someone he had hoped to shield them from—Wukong.

The anticipation of Wukong’s reaction loomed over him like a dark cloud. Macaque felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of the impending confrontation. With a heavy heart and a racing mind, he accepted the truth: he would be spending the night in restless torment, unable to shake this gnawing anxiety as he awaited the fallout of choices made long before. Sleep would evade him, leaving him trapped in his thoughts, haunted by the secrets that now hung in the air like an unfinished song.

[pyrodolls]

you were looking at yourself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, criticizing every flaw you had. until havik came up behind you.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“nothing, i just…” you sighed. “i don’t know why you like me. of all the people you could be with, why me? what do you see in me?”

“what do you mean by that?” havik asked, tilting his head to the side.

“well, for starters, i’m not the best looking person.” you said, as if it was obvious. “at least in earthrealm, people care a lot about looks. my bad for being a bit insecure.”

havik scoffed. “why would i care about your appearance? are earthrealmers that shallow?”

“well, not really. i’m just trying to say.. that i don’t feel like i’m attractive enough for you.” you admitted.

“i see. i hope you know that your looks do not matter to me. your society gives privilege to those deemed more attractive. that is unforgivable. i have feelings for you regardless of how you look. only a fool would treat people differently because of their appearance.” havik ranted.

you didn’t really understand what he was ranting about, but at least he addressed what you were feeling. it was havik’s way of saying he didn’t care about how you looked, and he loved you regardless.

you smiled, content with havik’s reassurance. he just looked at you and sighed in awe. you didn’t understand how much he cared about you. he didn’t care how you looked. even if you had a bad hair day. even if you don’t sleep and develop eye bags the next day. even if you forget to brush your teeth and they turn yellow. even when you eventually gain white hair and wrinkles, havik’s affection will not hinder. he only hopes yours won’t either.

[ovomoy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Long Xiaojiao | Mei & Qi Xiaotian | MK Characters: Long Xiaojiao | Mei, Qi Xiaotian | MK Additional Tags: First Meetings, mei and mk are instant friends, Long Xiaojiao | Mei and Qi Xiaotian | MK are Best Friends, Long Xiaojiao | Mei is a Little Shit, she makes kids cry lmao, they are like seven or something in this, Kid Fic, or something, No beta we die like mne, Author Is Sleep Deprived Series: Part 2 of Megapolis' Finest! (LMK short collection) Summary:

Mei knows that she doesn't have any friends because she is too much. She plays too rough, and the other kids can't keep up. Sometimes, she also makes them cry.

Their loss. She can have fun on her own.

That's when she meets a kid, who seems to be able to keep up the pace.

[krysta-cross]

Bihan’s punishment

Here’s the 1 out of 3 parts of the Bihan x reader fic I made some time ago just for fun and practice.

I will post them all simultaneously ^^

Hope you enjoy reading this~

It was an ordinary day for you, it’s the weekend and you decided to spend your free time walking around the mall, sipping on your iced-caramel macchiato with your eyes roaming around the stalls and people you come across. This slowly bores you and wishes something exciting will happen today, something that will drive your adrenaline but you scratched the idea since boredom looms over you as you walked on. As you took a turn to the exit, you felt an earthquake and the sudden strong tectonic motion sent your head spinning, you passed out. A few minutes later, you gained your consciousness back and found yourself lying down in the middle of an unfamiliar place. You rubbed your eyes to check again and grew even more confused as the area looked nothing like any part of the mall, you see trees and ancient buildings like it was from old books. You started to get scared that something’s wrong with your head and you are seeing things. To add to your already rising fear, the area was surrounded by men. You look around to find someone, anyone who you can recognize at least but fails miserably as everyone here looks new to you.

As you scan the people around, you noticed a guy wearing sunglasses, you immediately knew he is from the same place you were from unlike the others who seems like they are cosplaying ninjas whatsoever, even complete with swords and other weaponry.

You lifted your weight off the dirt, dust yourself a bit and quickly approached the guy in glasses. “Excuse me, I don’t know what happened but can you tell me where we are?”

He grinned at you and answered your question simply “Sweetie, Welcome to Outworld!”

Your mind is still too groggy to understand that you felt a slight tinge of pain shooting in your temples as you try to process what you heard. You knew that even in your normal state you haven’t heard of that place so you began thinking if this guy is making fun of you or this place is like one of those unexplored areas that rich people buy to play with other humans. Just the idea scared you but you forced yourself to remain calm.

“I-I don’t… how can I leave this place?” you asked as you continue to dust off your sand riddled dress which annoys you more.

“You better ask the gods about it as we don’t know where you came from but you suddenly appeared right there.” Johnny said and at this point you felt that his answers aren’t really helpful and your headaches isn’t helping.

“Okay, how can I ask the gods you’re speaking of?” you tried to ask nicely, hiding your annoyance as you need more information to get the hell outta this place pronto.

“Wait here, he will come by soon.” the guy with glasses told you as he removed a twig from your hair.

“What’s your name by the way?” he now turns to ask questions, seems like he finally got curious of you after a few minutes of trying to communicate with him.

Just call me “Y/N”, you gave him a common nickname like how everyone calls you. “Care to tell me yours?”

“The names Johnny Cage, ring a bell?” he asked proudly, awaiting your answer.

“Nah, guess the bells are broken” you thoughtlessly blurted out while pointing on your aching head.

You heard the tall black man behind Johnny laughed at your remark which made the guy tell him to stop laughing because nothing’s funny about that.

You just shrugged it off and began to walk and scan your eyes around the place again, you now get a good look at everyone standing around. You noticed a guy wearing a blue ninja-like outfit with his hair tied up in a bun and he is staring directly at you. You meet his gazes and felt like you were in a staring contest until he walked closer to where you are, closing the huge gap between you a while ago.

You then look up to his face, now only a few inches away from yours but your stubbornness doesn’t want to back down from whatever this guy is up to.

“I like the way you stare at me so sharp like that, it felt like you can wound me anytime…” he said as he tuck your hair behind your ear. The fear you felt slowly changed into an annoyed, slightly challenged mode, hearing this guy just thought you staring means you are trying to flirt but it’s your own way of avoiding predators from where you came from. You took a good look at his face but since he is wearing a mask, you can only see his dark brown, squinty eyes and thick brows then your stares traveled down to his strong looking arms and his bulky chest that his clothing fail to hide.

“You’re not bad yourself, blue ninja.” you said, smirking as you knew he is trying to flirt with you.

“Call me Bi-han.” he told you like a tall order.

His remark rubbed you off wrong so you told him “I don’t take orders from strangers wearing masks.”

You noticed his eyebrows raised with your words so he removed his mask, revealing his beautiful face which has taken you by surprise.

“Now, will you call me by my name?” he teasingly whispered on your ears. His warm breath that tickled your ear made you blush but seeing his face up close affected you more.

You don’t know exactly what has gotten into you when you told him “You just removed your mask but you’re still a stranger to me and I still won’t take orders from you!”

You turned your back at him and was about to leave but Bi-han pulled you back and is now holding your face close to his. His grip is so strong that you can’t barely move and you know that resistance is futile.

“You’re stubborn, I like that.” he said and leans in to kiss you. You suddenly taste the bitter-sweet coffee you had a moment ago in your mouth and it sent a strong adrenaline for you to break off his grasp and take a few steps away from him. Caffeine works wonders.

“Sorry but I don’t offer free taste.” you told him as he is approaching closer again to catch you, everyone just watches what’s happening so you immediately knew you are at a disadvantage. This guy might be some sort of boss here so no one dares stop him from harassing you.

While you are busy taking steps backing away, your back pressed on the cold concrete and is cornered. As you look at the side to think of another escape route, he used his arms to lock you in.

“Give it up, kitten. I got you now.” he proudly said as he leans in closer again, attempting to kiss.

You quickly covered your lips with both of your hands, a moment of safety that didn’t last very long as the persistent blue clothed guy took it away by pinning your hands above your head, it felt really cold like his hands were made of ice that the cold sent shivers down my spine and he is holding your chin with his other hand, slightly tilting it up so you can be on the same level.

“You cannot escape me, I will not stop until I get you…” he told you as he smiled slyly while directly staring at your eyes.

Your ego refusing to just be beaten like that, you smirked and leaned closer to him and licked his lips. This must have surprised him as he remained still for a minute, trying to process what you just did. You felt his tight grip loosen a bit so you mustered the strength to snatch your hands free from his hold.

You took the chance to run away from him but felt a gush of cold on your lower legs, as you look down, you saw that your feet were trapped in a very thick ice, halting your plan to escape.

“You surprised me there but you think I will let you go after what you did to me?” his voice echoed like thunder as the cryomancer took big steps closer to where his ice trapped you. At this point you know that you cannot not escape him and kind of regret teasing him a while ago because he looks mad now.

“You cheater! How dare you use magic on me? No fair!” you protested as you try to pull your legs off this cold ice but to no avail.

“Cheater? I’m in no way cheating here, if not, you are the one who pulled a dirty trick first. Do you have something to say for yourself?” he asked as he now stands in front of you, staring down on your current struggles to break free from the ice trap.

“If you stopped harassing me I won’t fight back, now remove this ice as my legs are starting to feel numb with the cold!” you hissed and he just laughed at me and he brushed a few of his lose hair strands up using his fingers. Inside your head says “That’s so sexy but damn I need to think of a way to get stupid ice this off of me!” your mind subjects itself to an internal battle that you failed to notice that the ice on your legs was already broken off by someone. When you raised my head, you saw a man with long white braided hair with glowing eyes. Your mouth went agape seeing this beautiful man and just snapped back to reality when he lifted you up.

“You went overboard Bi-han, if I arrived a bit late, she will be crippled from the leg below because of the cold.” he said and that made you look at your legs, they look pale and you barely feel them now that he mentioned that, which made you feel scared that you are close to being a cripple.

Bi-han ignored Fujin and stared daggers at you instead. He then walked up near you and whispered “You may have escaped now, but next time I will make sure you won’t.” then he turned away and disappeared from sight.

[mids-stupid-shit]

Viktor and Enenra lore post

This contains spoilers for all of Enenra's Shadow, which you can read on @mediocres-writing-blog

FULL NAME: Viktor Wilson (originally Arbeid) and Enenra

AGE: Viktor (as of Enenra's Shadow) is 17 and Enenra's age is unknown (estimated to be thousands of years old)

GENDER: male (he/him pronouns for both)

VIKTOR'S PERSONALITY TRAITS: overly serious, sarcastic smartass, rarely comedic, socially anxious

ENENRA'S PERSONALITY TRAITS: monotone, sensible, acts like a massive prick to Viktor but genuinely likes him

BIOLOGY: Human, quarter-part Outworlder (father is half-outworlder)

PARENTS: Nico Ghai (paternal) and Melisa Wilson (maternal)

REFERENCE SHEET:

STORY: Born and raised in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Viktor is the (previously) bastard son of Red Robin and Melisa Wilson. Living in the Dobrinja settlement, he has a dark exterior and a heart of Gold. One day as he was walking home from school, Enenra latched onto him without his knowledge, and after commiting actual murder with his newfound host, Enenra ran away and hid under the bridge to hide under a bridge and introduced himself to Viktor. After a few days at school, Viktor has found his mother Melisa sick with an unknown disease that will kill her eventually. While walking around to go home, he met a man named Isaac, who told him of a flower that can heal his mom's condition. While Enenra was hella skeptical, Viktor had nothing better to do and went on a private plane with him to china, where the flower was located. Once they landed, a taxi driver and friend of, Gus, picked Viktor up and crazy taxi'd him to the entrance to the forest where it was located. The two took a break in a cafe, met a really sketchy guy named Nico and Viktor and Enenra picked up where they left off and started looking for the flower. Enenra and Viktor argued over if this plant even exist and as they did they find it. However they were ambushed by Lin Kuei scouts who were easely beaten. After running out of energy and entering Viktor to recharge, Bi-Han and Sektor showed up, Shattered his arm and took him to the Lin Kuei Temple for an interrogation. After failing to interrogate him, Viktor was busted out by a masked mad who turned out to be Nico from the cafe. Nico brought in a Lin Kuei fighter for Enenra to eat, which allowed him to begin healing Viktor's arm. The two then began to break out, defeating squad after squad of armored Lin Kuei. Then Bi-Han and Sektor arrived, fighting the two. While Viktor and Enenra easely disposed of Sektor, leaving her on the ground with a temporarily damaged armor, Nico was having trouble with Fighting Bi-Han. Before Bi-Han can kill him through, Enenra dashed in, grabbing Sub Zero and throwing him into a wall, choking him. As he slowly unformed, Nico looked him in the eyes and began to choke him out. Before he could kill him through, Sektor showed up and put a gun to Nico's head. While in slight shock, Enenra's grip loosened and Viktor was kicked to the side by Sub Zero. Viktor used Enenra's extended hand to throw a barrel, missing sub zero and going into the temple. Nico picked up on this, kicked Sektors gun to the side and threw his dagger at the barrel which was full of gunpowder. Nico lit the dagger on fire with his magic and the barrel exploded, setting fire to the Lin Kuei temple and giving the two time to escape. As the two were looking for road, Nico dropped a truth bomb on Viktor and Enenra, revealing that he is Viktors father.The boy took this relatively well and the two called a taxi, which they jumped out of the second they realized the driver was possessed by Quan Chi's magic. The two were close to the airport where their plane was, and before they landed back in Bosnia and Herzegovina, they crashed because Enenra killed Isaac because Isaac killed the pilot and co-pilot because be was also possessed by Quan Chi. Enenra grabbed Nico and jumped out of the plane, saving them from certain death and landing safely on the ground, protecting Nico from the fall. First thing they did was went to the hospital, ran to Viktor's mother's room and crushed the flower into a liquid, giving it to her. She opened her eyes and was instantly hugged by Viktor and greeted by Nico, who she had not seen in a long time. First thing in the morning, Nico and Viktor picked up Melisa from the hospital and headed home, where the three would rest and spend some proper time together

[den-kunn]

[They Knew.]

characters: Lin Kuei warriors, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, others.

cw: Implications of: human trafficking, sexual assault and pedophilia.

They know what happens in the other rooms, they know how unfair and unjust it is. They always heard yelling, screaming, drowned pleads and voices begging for help, to be put out of their misery. They saw people tied up, bodies shivering with dirty clothes revealing the crimes committed to have them in the clan. They knew the moment they stepped in, they were no longer people. No matter how much they cried to make it stop. They were only objects: merchandise.

One would believe they become insensitive to whatever happened in other rooms, maybe flinch due to a sudden headache caused by the amount of noise... but no. Tomas still hides in a little ball, Kuai still cries with his eyes closed, Bi-Han still wants to throw up, they still cover their ears hoping the noise would stop, hoping whoever is suffering at the hands of the warriors will die a quick death.

They knew if they attempted to stop them, they would suffer the same punishment. Tomas already feels hungry eyes wanting to devour, Kuai heard a comment that made his body shiver, Bi-Han still sees warriors stepping too close for comfort...

[evilbihan]

The urge to run a Bi-Han rp blog.

[checkeredbat]

Back on my twink shit

[ritz-writes-archive]

Lies Taste Bitter (Just Like Ink)

yes im supposed to be working on the sequel. yes i got distracted. yes i wrote angst. yes it has lmk s4 spoilers.

have fun <3

Word Count: 463

Wukong and MK centric. Wukong POV.

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, kinda open ended but it follows s4 so iykyk

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The black ink wrapped itself around Wukong’s body, slowly pulling him down into the scroll. He was scared. He couldn’t even deny it; he was terrified. He knew what the scroll did. It trapped you in a never ending cycle of memories, ones you’d much rather forget than relive.

He had a lot of those to go around.

The guilt overtook the fear, though. He could see MK, staring at him with a horrified expression. The ginger tried for a smile, though it felt pained. He was using as much magic as he could to slow down the ink, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The scroll would take him eventually. He needed to tell MK what to do before that happened. But before he could do that, he needed to calm him down.

“Not exactly how I intended to spend my day,” Wukong quipped, voice strained. “But I suppose a little forced impromptu field trip never hurt anyone, right?”

He was aiming to comfort MK, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Monkey King, I-I’m sorry!” the boy cried. “How do I stop it? Does it hurt? Are you—” He reached hand toward Wukong’s ink-covered arm.

Panic flared in the sage’s chest. “No! Don’t—” He yelped as he sank lower, his concentration cutting for a split second. He focused his breathing, forcing his magic to push back the scroll again. “Don’t touch it, bud," he warned through gritted teeth. "It’ll just pull you in too.”

“Then what do I do?!”

“You gotta seal the scroll. No matter what happens.”

MK’s eyes widened, color draining from his face. “What? No!”

Wukong smiled again, the trademark fake grin that fell heavy on his lips. “It’s gonna be okay, kiddo. It'll take some time, but I’ll figure a way out.” That was a lie. It curled around his lungs like a snake around its prey. But he couldn't stop to feel bad. He had to make sure MK understood. “I can’t stop this, so when it pulls me under—”

“When it what?!”

Wukong opened his eyes—when did he close them? Shit, the ink was up to his torso now, he didn’t have much time left—his heart aching at the sight of MK crying. “When it pulls me under, you need to close the scroll, okay?"

MK shook his head. “I-I’m not just gonna leave you!”

Wukong smiled again, this one smaller and sadder than the first, but still just as fake. “I’ll be okay, bud.”

The curse was up to his neck, trailing up his jaw, covering the right side of his face.

“Monkey King—”

“It’s gonna be okay, kiddo. I’ll find a way out.”

MK's lips wobbled. “Promise?”

“...I promise.”

He couldn’t tell if he choked on the lie or the ink.

@theweepingegg @fangirlneverlie @nightmarebunnyking

[tiptapricot]

Moon KnightCember day 3: Supernatural Encounters and/or Good Friends

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Marc stumbles into the alley, his head pounding, something warm trickling down his thigh. He can still hear Reese in his headset, but her voice is inconsistent, static rising up to drown it out every few seconds. He lets it play, pitching forward with a grunt against one of the brick walls.

The air here is too thick. He feels underwater.

Blearily, Marc tries to remember who he was fighting, what he was fighting, but the thoughts melt away like molasses when he tries to grab them. Too warped. Too dim.

He grits his teeth, fingers moving to push himself upright, only…

His nails press through the bricks like soft butter, something dark and shiny bubbling between the cracks. Whatever it is slips down his gloves like warm oil, attempting to tug him closer and in. Marc tries to stumble back, away, but the stuff sticks in organic tendrils, stretching in streaks of black as he finally manages to pull his fists free.

He hits the ground in a daze, breathing heavily, and tries to scramble back further. The wall in front of him warps, a sickly stain of red bulging from the cracks and out into a body. Teeth and too many eyes, spectral splashes of light cutting across its thin, bony torso.

Reese’s voice crackles through his ear piece again, some stroke of luck letting it break through the ectoplasmic fog that curls over Marc’s boots.

“Repeat, repeat!” she shouts, panic evident. “It followed you!”

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[miffysrambles]

Helloo!! For the ask game 🥔+🌱+🥕 for Li and 🥐+🍰 for Feng?? :] -Blaze @malikselfindulgence

yipee !!

Li: 🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about? Li has a flaw where she is way too trusting at first, if people show their true colors and have no signs of changing them she kicks ass but if she thinks they can change, she won’t give up in helping them (that’s pretty much what happened with Feng). 🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering? Li learned she loves to sew and knit! She can sit down for hours on her couch and embroider cute little images while listening to the TV in the background. One year, she even learned to knit scarves and hats for all her friends! One thing she hates is the short jokes, she is 4 ft 10 (147 cm) and MK and Mei practically make fun of her every time they see her for it. Of course, it's all in good fun and Li knows that so sometimes she laughs alongside with them. 🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others? Oh Li is super tough, she was trained from a young age in hand-to-hand and blade combat by her father as well as her natural rabbit abilities. She’s pretty strong against others unless they outrank her in speed and strength, as she can canonically lift an entire car if she wants to (I loooove strong woman).

Feng: 🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now? Feng was originally from the Flaming Mountains as her siblings were all born there, as all her siblings have pyrokinesis they loved the hot weather there. Her parents still reside there but all her siblings travel around and don’t stay in one place for long. Feng was like that at first with her line of work but later gave it up to have a better life, now residing in an apartment close to Li’s in Megapolis.  🍰 [CAKE SLICE] How does your OC change as you get to know them? Out of all my OC’s, Feng changes the most once she’s comfortable in her environment and the people she trusts. She genuinely wants to be a better person and help others once MK and his team are patient with her and give her time to adjust. She changes from a sneaky mistrusting individual to a warm genuinely happy and comfortable person. She hangs out with the group more as well as changing her style and clothes to fit her warmer personality. She’s still snarky and sassy, but it has a loving and familial sense behind it.

[wakingfromthewater]

John Mack won the Pulitzer Prize and then got really, really into alien abductions and hypnosis. Also supposedly went to a park and waited for the aliens to come abduct him, but that might just be local folklore.

sorry it would really be so funny if a pulitzer prize winner wrote a book about how vampires are real. this sort of thing does happen in real life but they're always anti-vaxxers or transmisogynists or something. respected guy who suddenly swears that vampires are real is so good

[krysta-cross]

MK:Andromeda shorts!

Hanzo sLIPped up!

It’s almost dinner time, Hotaru is busy preparing food in the kitchen while the other links are with Krysta on the mini library. While everyone is minding their own business, Rain sneaked up at the kitchen to see what’s on the menu. He saw a beautifully made sandwich on the plate and a juice with a pink straw and flower ornament designs on the side of the glass. His naughty thoughts came up and he decided to mess the set up by switching the juice and sandwich container.

Here’s a visual of it for the lols:

Hotaru left the kitchen and went to the library to call Krysta for dinner. She stretched as she stand up from the chair she sat on for hours while reading the spell book. She excitedly walked to the kitchen and was surprised to see what’s at the table. “Uhmm.. wow this one is unique, totally unexpected Hotaru.”

The seidan man blushed ear to ear hearing her praises as always but was horrified to see what the food he thoroughly prepared looks like.

Krysta picked up the glass with the sandwich and was about to take a bite when Hotaru snatched it from her, rage burns in his eyes seeing this monstrosity in front of him.

“I’m not sure what happened but this isn’t what I made, master I’m sorry I’ll just make a new one for you. Don’t eat this please.” he said as he took the dish and glass away to throw it out. “But it’s okay the plate and the glass just switched, the food still looks good to eat…” Krysta said but Hotaru shakes his head and proceeds to the trash bin. Kung lao stopped him on his tracks “Hey where will you take that? If you’re not having it give it to me I’ll eat it, don’t waste rations like that!” he snatched the plate and glass from him and began to eat.

Travis scoffed while staring at Kung lao drinking the juice from the plate and taking a bite on the sandwich from the glass. “Truly a peasant.” he muttered.

“Master, please stay at the library while I make something for you real quick, I’ll bring you a drink in a minute.” Hotaru said as he ushered her out of the dining area, the links followed her outside as they don’t want to eat first without her, except Kung lao who already finished the switched food.

Krysta sat down at her chair and browsed on her phone while waiting. After 2 minutes, Hotaru came out to bring her a cup of hot black coffee and some biscuits. “Have some coffee first my lady, I need some time to make you dinner. Please wait, I’ll make it quick” he said as he served her the snacks. Hotaru hurriedly left to get back in the kitchen while Hanzo walked near Krysta’s table. Krysta blew and took a sip of the coffee but its still hot so she placed it back down and starts to bite on the star-shaped biscuits. “You shouldn’t drink strong coffee at night or you will have trouble sleeping again.” the yellow clad ninja said and before she can say anything he picked up her coffee at the brim of the cup and straight up drink it all.

Krysta stared at him as he placed down the cup back on the table. “M-my coffee…” she said as she peered over the empty cup. Rain was watching intently and noticed something, he pointed it to Travis and he nodded. The soldier then shouted “Oh someone will not be able to sleep tonight but it’s not because of the coffee!” Rain then followed up saying “Is that how ninjas do it these days? I know ninjas are sneaky bastards but this is a while new level of sneakiness!” then both of them laughed maniacally. Tomas, Kuai liang and Kung lao stared at each other and then the cup at the table then it clicked with them too. Tomas immediately went close to the cup and lifted it by the handle to examine it closely, he noticed the smudged lipstick then held Hanzo at his collar saying “Why?!” repeatedly then falling on his knees. The confused Hanzo slapped the lin kuei man’s hand off his shirt and said “I don’t know what you all are saying but I will get Krysta a freshly brewed tea in replacement of her coffee.” Hanzo then turned to the kitchen, taking the coffee cup and plate with him to make some tea for her.

As Hanzo walked in the kitchen, he saw Hotaru at the sink washing some utensils. He gave him the cup and plate and he noticed that he is staring intently at his face.

“What’s your problem? Is something in my face?” he asked, puzzled with the unsolicited stares.

“Now the commotion outside makes sense, if you really want to know what they’re saying try to lick your lips and you’ll understand.” Hotaru told him as he took the cup and plate to wash.

The confused ninja took the advise and licked his lips then he tasted strawberries from them. The thought clicked on his mind and he blushed as he finally knew what they were all talking about. He had an indirect kiss with Krysta on the cup and the strawberry aftertaste on his lips is the proof of it. It’s the taste of his beloved’s lipgloss! He stopped for a few minutes trying to compose his thoughts back but fails to as his mind is already flooded with Krysta’s lips and he feels his body heating up. He just managed to get back to his senses when Hotaru sprinkled cold water on him and said “Stop spacing out, make your tea and leave the kitchen before you burn it down.” Hanzo wiped the water drops on his face, shook his head and slapped his face using both hands to calm his already fired up nerves. He proceeded to make a lavender tea and went back to the library to serve it to her. Hanzo was on his way to Krysta’s table when Kuai liang stopped him. “I didn’t think you will stoop that low method, Hanzo.” the Lin Kuei grandmaster uttered. “It was unintentional, I just don’t want her to drink coffee at night because she will have trouble sleeping!” he explained. “I find that hard to believe!” Rain exclaimed while flashing a playful smirk and tapping Hanzo’s chest. “That was a very good ‘ninja move’ I’m impressed.” the purple clad demi-god walked back to his seat, still with that annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Hanzo took a deep breath as he feels the heat rising up from within by all the taunting from his links and walked to give Krysta the tea he made. “H-here’s your lavender tea, drink it to help you sleep better tonight.” he fixed his stare at the floor because he is avoiding to see her lips and to trigger the rising rage of emotions he feels. “Thank you, Hanzo.” she whispered and smelled the fragrant tea aroma coming from the steam of the drink. She slowly blows on it to cool it down and the links stares at her like she was their favorite tv show and shares the warm feelings while doing so. Fujin has been watching from the start, on the tree near the window the whole time. Like the wind he cannot be seen, but he is always there.

Hotaru was finally done with the food preparations so he called on them to have dinner. Krysta brought the tea with her and the men were staring at the tea cup she is holding. Who knew that it’s not only tea that’s brewing here tonight but a petty fight for an innocent tea cup.

A/N:

Another part of the fic that my co-author @huepazu suggested me to write and since I am in the mood, why not right?

Hope you enjoyed it, tbh it’s hard to write feeling unwell like this like my stomach cramps aren’t leaving me alone for 2 days now ;w;

Hanzo I wrote for you stop making my room feel like an oven toaster I’m not a bread! 🍞🫠

[izuke-the-zombie]

🌸Sorry for the long ass absent guys 🫠 family and holidays have been crazy😮‍💨

I recently came across this short monkie kid wild West AU fanfic

It's short but it's really good, And it sort of got me in the mood to sketch or at least redraw the two mystic monkeys cowboy outfits again

I really wasn't sure whether to give Mac, purple boots or just black boots you can kind of see it in the first pick faded Mac.

🌸🐎🐴✨But I don't think I've seen anyone draw them with horses or write something about it, so I'm going to be the first one to do it! (I don't know how to draw them sitting on horses, so bear with me here.)😗💦 I know I put the scar on the wrong side of the Smokey Horse. My bad, let's just pretend it's on the right side.LOL😅🪷

😽💕I headCannon that when those two summon their horses together, they get really affectionate. The sheriff's horse is more like a big old golden retriever, playful and mischievous, and rarely ever listens to its owner. While over here, Mac's is more well-behaved and obedient, and they can get quite sassy sometimes. I'm not sure what to call it. It's hard to separate those two, so they try not to summon them at the same time.

They're also very affectionate to the monkeys especially the opposite ones.🐶🐎✨💕

😄I want a scenario where they let the horses stay instead of just poofing them out of existence so MK/MEI can play with the horses just a bit longer since they were begging them by giving them the puppy dog eyes (especially on Mei's side; she's a horse girl fan), and after a long while, the sheriff notices that his horse Nimbus was acting a little more strange and protective over the Smokey horse, letting them eat first, and just never leaving their side. All sorts of strange behavior on the Nimbus side. All he ever notices from the shadow horse is that they were a little sluggish, but he doesn't think too much of it.😗🤠🐵

🌟Until one day, BAM! This little cutie came into the world as a precious, adorable little cinnamon roll, prancing around like it owns the world.🧁😽���✨

🐎There's stupidly protective over this little guy.👿😡🦄🐴☀️🌙🌠

🐴And there's a huge problem. This little guy is clumsy as heck. He's new and everything, so of course he is, but he likes to adventure out without his horsey parents knowing or anyone else, and he loves playing games like tag his favorite, but because he's so clumsy, he causes damage that MK or his mentors have to fix, so everyone has to be on high alert and watch over the little rascal. LMAO 🐎🍼💥💕✨

🌸I hope you enjoyed this, I certainly had fun drawing this I wish there was more wild West monkeys fics there's some freaking cute💕✨

💥Aaaah! I love these freaking cow monkeys 😆💖

[hihimissamericanbi]

FAVE HP SMUT CREATORS

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

WRITERS

@spookymoonie

Lord Espooky came into this fandom guns a-blazing with their kink headcanon a day for Wolfstar and it has spiraled from there. They GET IT. He has a super well-organized masterlist pinned to his tumblr ft tons of different kinks, fic lengths, scenes, etc. Go. Now.

@fiveht

The definition of IYKYK. Daddy kink isn't super my thing, but Five makes me enjoy it. If you vibe with age gap daddy Remus and pretty boy Sirius, their Adore series is a must-read. They also have a stellar A/B/O Wolfstar fic plus podfic and write some Marvel too!

@greenvlvetcouch

An absolute legend in this fandom. Wolfstar, Jeggy, Rosekiller. Gritty, chewy, embodied sex.

@emeryhall

Emery writes sex the way some people breathe. Like it's just part of the narrative. It's SO punchy. And also she is the queen of Crack Smut.

@kaaaaaaarf

Patron saint of Wolfstar hatefucks. mic drop.

@cancerravenclaw

We snagged MK over to Wolfstar from the clutches of Dramione. Her series "mk's kink exposé" could also be called "celine's kink exposé." I'll just leave that there.

@wolfpants

Everything they create is magic, but they are especially known for rare pairs and Dronarry.

WRITERS AND ARTISTS

@aspiring-artist-em

The queen of Lesbian Wolfstar. Both art and fic. Also queen of humiliation and pain kink and Walburga psychological trauma. ye be warned.

@upthehillnsfw / @upthehillart

I am afraid no one is ready for this art. Truly. Tons of different ships, positions, acts. I gasp every time. And their Pansmione fic is epic (which I have talked about before).

ARTISTS

@industrations

I highly recommend getting on Indi's Patreon so you can enjoy their NSFW drawings, mostly Wolfstar and Jegulus, occasional Rosekiller. Too many iconic moments to count.

@waxingrunes

The officially-sponsored artist of Five's Adore series. Look, their work is nothing short of indulgent. Shhhh don't worry about the physics just let it happen. And by It I mean Remus' big dick hands.

@basiatlu

By beloved. The one. The only. Bosh's drawings are so ALIVE. They leap off the screen. Her Drarry is nothing less than iconic. She also dabbles in other characters/ships like Wolfstar and Blackcest. Siriusly, you can't go wrong.

DRARRY SMUT

OKAY, Drarry people. There are so so many excellent Drarry smut writers it is impossible to name them all. Here are but a tiny handful I have pulled from my bookmarks. I'm happy to rec specific fics if asked :)

@cavendishbutterfly, @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @shiftylinguini, @kbrick, @fluxweeed, @academicdisasterfic

MORE

I'm tagging those other creators from older asks because I can't put this list out there without them on it <3

@crushofdoves @we-are-swearwolves @tenthousandyearsx @theresthesnitch @lqtraintracks Quietlemonhush @cuddlebugsirius