#monkies next door

[imminent-danger-came]

Monkey MK: "There's something inside you, that you can't control. You know what you are, deep down. A beast, a monster—harbinger of chaos! This thing, that wants to hurt, that wants to destroy, that wants chaos! You're so terrified to let it out! But the truth is, you like it. It makes you feel strong. It's who you are!"

(5x04 The Storm Within)

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Nine: "No, I told you, I get out either way! But, I have had enough of control, enough of watching people put themselves in cages! Of...watching them push away the chaos, when the chaos is what makes them who they are!"

(5x09 Sacrifice)

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*sweats*

[bones4thecats]

Quick notification for this account's future!

I am adding in more characters for the cartoon villains. I'll be adding in more for;

Gravity Falls

The Powerpuff Girls

Samurai Jack

Codename: Kids Next Door

Villainous

Lego: Ninjago

Teen Titans

And I'll be adding on one more fandom. This one does include both protagonists and antagonists!

The fandom has a gif below! So if you know it, you know! Headers are currently being made along with Character Lists and Taglists. Have a fun rest of your days!

[nando161mando]

The Hollowing of America: How Neglecting Children Leads to a Broken Future

https://medium.com/@madougherty90/the-hollowing-of-america-how-neglecting-children-leads-to-a-broken-future-de15340c792c

[itsabouttimex2]

Well I just woke up terrible after being drunk last night.so since I expect reader to probably be a teen and what

do we teens do,we party and drink.what about reader before being kiddnapped show up to a hangout with a headache,they causally say it’s because they were drunk.Wukong and Macaque reactions

Drunk Teen Reactions:

Ol’ Sun Wukong is not stupid, kiddo. This simian picks up on your “shitfaced” status the moment he eyes you wobbling through the front door, lurched forward and clutching at your forehead.

He’s not stupid. But stupidly well can this old pilgrim can act the part.

“Hey, kiddo! Bump your head, huh?” He casually asks, eyeing the redness of your eyes, whiffing the vomit on your breath.

Already, something in him is stirring, a protective rumbling emanating from deep inside his chest.

(How dare your parents let you do this to yourself? How could they let you drink, let you leave the house in this condition?)

Sun Wukong spits out a chuckle and comes over to swing an arm over your shoulders, a motion that he forces to be casual when something inside starts to scream at him to take your neck between his hands and start throttling a home address out of your mouth.

Instead, he leads the way back to his cozy little couch and nudges you down, grabbing a thin blanket and wrapping it around you.

“Why don’t you sit here and let me get you a drink? Something tells me you need lots of water, bud!”

“Hmmm,” you mumble, stirring the sounds on your tongue like a cocktail. “Kay. M’really tired, Monkey King. Headache, y’know,” you lie, smiling weakly up at the blur of ginger fur.

“I know it, bud!” The king lies back, your falsehoods exchanging easily. ‘You’re a kid’, he reminds himself. ‘No need to get angry.’

“So, buddy, why’d ya wanna hang out today, if you weren’t feeling so hot?

“Just wanted to,” is your next lie, lazy and relaxed. The discontent it inspires in him motivates the crushing of a little white pill in his hand, then a subtle palm tip that spills grainy powder into your coming-up cup of water.

He circles the counter twice, giving you a moment to laugh at his “pointless” pacing.

Giving the pill particles a moment to dissolve.

Then he’s right beside you, one hand squeezing your shoulder as he nudged the glass rim to your lips.

“Here,” Wukong softly offers, tilting the cup.

Too drunken to sniff out the still-melting grains of white at the bottom, you eagerly down as much water as possible.

And a sudden surge of drowsiness hits you, knocking you clean off of feet that you aren’t even standing on.

Then a sharp swell of delayed nausea blooms in your stomach and ripples to the back of your throat, a few moments after Wukong scoops you up.

Shifting and shuffling about until he’s got you comfortably nestled to his chest, Wukong finally smiles, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek:

“C’mon, bud- I’m gonna take you home.”

“Hey, Uncle Mac? S’it getting, uh, I dunno… hot in here…? My head’s dripping sweat. N’ my hand are real clammy. And my ears hurt.”

Yeah, your ass is cooked.

Maybe if you were a little less talkative, a little more alert, a little less unsteady- you might have been able to fool the sable simian.

But Macaque doesn’t need any kind of mystical power to see through your bullshit.

“Uh-huh. Yeah, the room is too hot, too bright, too loud. And you’re the only one complaining about it,” he snaps, poking your stomach with a clawed finger.

“You think you’re fooling me? I’m not one of your idiot friends, Y/N! You aren’t gonna trick me with a half-baked lie, and I’m not-“

“M’gonna puke,” you whimper aloud, cutting the monkey off as he leaps from the couch and goes racing for a trash bin.

Macaque can act villainous all he’d like- and to be fair, he is a pretty awful and unrepentant person (why do the Monkie Kids let him stick around, you sometimes wonder) - but you turn him soft faster than sunlight melts shadows.

The Mystic Monkey rounds the corner with a little round bin, the metal shielded by a plastic bag that lines the rim.

Into your hands is the cylinder shoved, Macaque roughly slapping at your back in an awkward attempt to comfort you.

With an awfully unpleasant sound from the deepest confines of your throat, the contents of your stomach promptly upended into the sack.

No food. Just a puddle of sticky dark liquid.

“You have been drinking,” he hisses, now that you really have no ground to deny him. Really, you didn’t to begin with, but there was always plausible deniability to invoke.

“J-just a few. Tried something-“

Another splatter of rough and thick bile, stained brown with what he’s starting to think is rum.

He sighs and folds up his arms unhappily, tapping a glossy black boot against the floor. “Y/N. That stuff was way too strong for you, no matter what it was.”

“Mh-hm, I know. M’not gonna- eugh. M’not gonna do it again, promise.”

“No, you won’t,” he confirms, grabbing the scruff of your shirt and yanking it upwards. He’s strong enough to boost you free of the floor, stomping to a spare room. His tail snags the trash bin without trouble, hauling the soiled cylinder along with your prone and dangling form.

“In fact,” he tacks on, grimacing at the strong scent your breath carries, “you aren’t going to do anything. I’m grounding you for a week- and I’m taking your phone. tough luck, kiddo.”

He tosses you onto a bed that rises only a few inches off the ground, slinging a few blankets around your shaking form.

“Phone. Now.”

Fishing the little device from your pocket, you quickly it into the Macaque’s hand- he’s never been this stern with you before. Honestly? It kind of scares you.

A beep sounds, catching your attention- already, the ancient demon is initiating a call.

“Listen close- no, you don’t know me, no, Y/N isn’t hurt. They’re tired and sick -shut up and listen- they’re tired and sick and staying at my place tonight. I don’t care. They’re staying until this sickness passes. Don’t call back.”

(Realms above and below, it hurts to play the “no violence” card here, even though he was just saving it for later. What Macaque really wants to do is quietly follow you home and destroy every cubic ounce of alcohol inside. And then maybe grind your irresponsible parents against the floor after he’s coated it in glass shards.)

He hits the “end call” button with a little too much force, dangerously straining the phone’s screen. Thankfully, it leaves no cracks or scratches.

Macaque turns back to you with a frown, shaking his head- only to soften slight when the sight of your nauseated and quivering form fills his eyes.

“Don’t… don’t give me those puppy-dog eyes, Y/N. You can’t… ugh, fine. I’ll get you something to drink.”

He stomps off to the kitchen immediately, fighting back the urge to comfort you. Just water. And some crackers. And then he’ll let you stew in that little bed for a few hours with your filthy trash bin.

Maybe the wretched smell and lack of painkillers will teach you a lesson. Or it’ll leave you vulnerable and quaky, desperate for attention and affection.

Thinking on the possibilities, Macaque pulls the guest-room key from his pocket, twirling it around in one hand.

It was going to be nice, having you all to himself.

It was going to be even nice getting your parents out of the picture.

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Hello! Can I request Wukong crushing on a new member of the Monkie Gang?

Like maybe almost love at first sight but he's trying to hide it and being a lovable dork lol (Gn is fine)

AGDKDH THIS JS SO CUTEE ☹️☹️ also hope u don’t mind this being in a headcanon format!!

Something about you | Sun Wukong x GN!Reader

Relationship: romantic Warnings: None!

You were introduced to the group by MK and Mei, someone whom they met while out and befriended

You were new to the city and excited to meet new friends, so went along with them to hang out with all their friends

At the place, you got introduced to everyone, the last person being Wukong

You greeted him nicely, slyly telling him he was handsome shortly before MK and Mei dragged you away to eat Pigsy’s food

Wukong on the other hand was taken aback

You were so attractive!?!? And you called him attractive? He thought he was going to have an aneurysm.

During the whole get-together, Wukong watched you from afar (Which wasn’t creepy at all)

He couldn’t quite place it, but you set his whole body into tingles, and he felt his fur stand up. Every time you laughed, it would ring in his ears and bounce around in his head for a while. Great Jade, if you laughed at any of his jokes? He might as well be in the Heavens with all the other gods.

Before Wukong could gather the courage to ask for your number, you had to leave, stating that your furniture was at your place. Mk was the one to take you home that day and Wukong swore that the next time there was a function, he would be the one to take you home. 

A couple of days later, Wukong was waiting around for his order from Pigsy’s when he got a knock at the door.

“Ugh, finally. MK, Kid, can you be a little faster next time,” Wukong said as he opened the Temple doors. “I’m starving he-”

“Uhh. Hi?” You say, standing there awkwardly. Wukong stares at you for a moment, it took him a while to process the fact that you were not MK.

“You’re not MK.”

“That I am not.” You laugh, shifting the food in your hand.

“Where is MK? Why are you here?” 

“Doing other orders. I am here because I took the job up, need the cash.” You say with a shrug. You pull out your phone and show him the app Mei had made to help with deliveries. “Anyways, order for Wukong?”

“Uh…Yeah. Thanks, kid,” Wukong says, still looking at the app as he takes the food from your hands. You gave him a small smile as you pressed complete on the order and turned to leave before stopping. You turn back and hand him your phone. He looks down at it then at you, confused. You roll your eyes and open your contacts. 

“Input your number. MK talks about you all the time and says we would get along. I would like to see if that is true.” You explain. 

Safe to say, he wasn’t the one to ask for your number. 

How could you not blame him? You were sweeping him off his feet time and time again, and you weren’t even aware of it!

It was after you left after giving him his order did he realized that he liked you.

With a smile on his face, he gave you five stars and went into his temple to enjoy his food, a pep in his step knowing that it was in your hands. 

Shortly after getting your number, you asked him to hang out. 

He never jumped onto his cloud and sped to the city at the speed he did.

That one hang-out had turned into once a week, to every other day, to every day. At some point, you kinda lived with him, going to his place so often. You would occasionally go with MK when he trained, even getting from some lessons. Other times you went to his place, and he took you there. You were quite familiar with the other monkeys, even bringing some snacks for them (something that Wukong had to tell you to stop since they were beginning to ask for you very often). When Wukong would go to your place, it was mainly to make a quick stop before heading out. 

If you thought Wukong was smooth with his flirting you would be wrong, especially if he fell first.

You are so stunning that any pickup lines that he would use just fall flat. 

He is also very clingy, thinking that if his words fail him, he always has physical affection to woo you. 

Once MK and Mei find out about his feelings for you, they begin to push you two together, planning hangouts before suddenly canceling, leaving just you and Wukong.

Safe to say they aren’t slick with it either (they are both bumbling over Red Son, there is no way that they are going to help Wukong win you over)

After months of schemes failing, MK and Mei had one last trick up their sleeve.

The last scheme that they planned was at one of the yearly festivals. This wasn’t something that they couldn’t just ditch, so they just left you and Wukong alone.

The entire time, Wukong is fumbling his words and making a fool of himself, making you giggle

This would make him feel a little better, knowing that through his poor way of expressing himself, you were finding him amusing.

At the height of the night, shortly before the main event started, you pulled him aside to a quiet place of the festival.

Wukong followed behind you as you dragged him away from the large crowd. It was much quieter wherever you were taking him, the music of the performances now faint. This part of the festival had sparse people, though not empty as there were some couples walking hand in hand or families heading out to leave with their sleeping young in their arms. 

You stopped in the middle of a bridge, which was over a lake that surrounded the venue where the festival was taking place. The moon was shining over the water, reflecting on it and lighting you both up. As Wukong looked at you, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you look under both the sun and moon. 

“Was there a reason you pulled me out here?” 

“Yes. Now we have to wait.”

“Wait? Wait for wha-” Wukong was cut off by the sound of a boom. He turned his head and caught the briefest glimpse of the sparks of fireworks before he felt hands grab at his face. It happened so quickly that Wukong didn’t even register that you had pulled him into a kiss. Once he did, he returned the kiss, equally as excited as he was nervous. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck. After a moment he pulled away and looked at you, his heart beating so fast in his chest that he could hear it. “You know how long I have been wanting to do that?”

“I do. You weren’t slick, old man.” You laugh before pulling him into another kiss, the fireworks going off behind the both of you.

Safe to say, MK was right.

[coffee-master]

[Lego Monkie Kid Nezha x Ao Bing]

[Part 2/2]

Mei: *kicks Ao Bing’s door out of the room*

Ao Bing in his bathrobe clearly confused: What the..?

Mei points finger at him: YOU!

Ao Bing pointing finger at himself: Me?

Mei: You like Nezha! Don’t deny it!

Ao Bing slightly sleepy: Yeah?

Mei: *slightly confused by his honesty*

Mei: You have a crush on him!

Ao Bing: You could say so..?

Mei proud by her discovery: Heh, I knew it.

Mei: Don’t worry. I even think you can have a shot with him. He may be grumpy and play the role of ‘mister duty’ or something, but he clearly likes your company.

Ao Bing: Ok?

Mei: Anyway, that’s all I needed to know- I need to tell MK! *goes away*

[MEI LEAVES THE ROOM]

Ao Bing: ….

Ao Bing glances at the ceiling: Ok, you can get down.

Nezha: *jumps from the ceiling*

Nezha: She scared me so much.. I thought it was your father-

Ao Bing chuckles: Pff..

Nezha: Anyway, why didn't you tell her that we're together? Doesn't it bother you?

Ao Bing: Nah, as long as they don't try to set you up with someone other than me then it's fine.

Nezha: You think it's funny?

Ao Bing with wide smile: Yup.

Nezha: I'll never understand you..

Ao Bing flirty: Oh, can’t I have a little bit fun…? *goes to Nezha and leans agains him* Don't you like having fun too? *winks at him*

Nezha: ….

Nezha: *suddenly grows six arms and hugs him from behind*

Ao Bing: Oh- Six arms I see where this is going- WAIT-

Nezha: *rapidly picks Ao Bing up and goes with him to bed*

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[violetjedisylveon]

Long question warning.

The Accidental Asshole au is so intriguing because it has the potential to be (possibly) the most peaceful Shadowpeach divorce/seperation ever.

Mac spending the next 1600+ years just trying to improve himself and adjusting his behavior/attitude, even to the point of over correcting in some areas. Hesitant to get close to other ls because he doesn't want to drive them away again. Moves around every few centuries. Convinced that the reason Wukong wouldn't listen to him is because he never gave him a reason to, considering every other word out of his mouth was an insult😶‍🌫️.

Wukong on the other hand, spends the journey thinking he's doing something good, trying his best, but then being told he's being bad and getting punished. When he goes back to the mountain and hears that Macaque kept everyone safe he's happy that Mac still protected their home and people, even though things between them are Complicated. Pretty bummed out that Mac apparently left before he got there. When the journey gets to Camel Ridge and they have their confrontation, Azure spends most of it trying to manipulate Wukong by comparing the pilgrims to Macaque. Tries to convince him that they're not treating him right (but he can) and that he needs to break free and rebel. By the end of it Wukong is pretty convinced that Macaque was Right. He should've listened to him, AND he was right to 'keep his ego in check'. No wonder he's avoiding Wukong, Mihou must hate him 🫨.

Cut to LMK. Macaque hasn't been in Megapolis for long when he runs into MK. He's already the Monkie Kid, but Mac doesn't know that. He feels the power radiating from him and actually hangs around/keeps an eye on the kid because of it. He's a good kid with a powerful aura and less than a year of fighting experience, and he reminds Mac of Wukong. He low-key adopts this kid in the first meeting. (The noodle gang have No Idea who this strange monkey is. Did the Monkey King send him to keep an eye on his successor? No? Why is he here?? Ah, Mk befriended then...)Finds out about the superhero side gig on New Year's when he helps the kid break into the celestial realm. Also finds out that MK knows Wukong during all this.

Wukong also finds out that MK knows Macaque during this. Low-key panicking at seeing his ex again (it's okay Mac is too). (DBK is not panicking. He's vibing in the back with his son and watching the most awkward divorce reunion ever. He's living his best life). Macaque is So Ready to leave immediately, the only thing stopping him is MK's puppy dog eyes (and an injury he sustains in heaven keeping everyone safe). Wukong is torn; he Missed his mate a lot, but Mac hasn't been is mate in over a millenia. He needs to leave to look for something to stop LBD, but Mihou Is Here. He wants to reach out and rekindle things, if not their marriage then their friendship at least, but he's also worried that things won't work out again (either because of Wukong himself or Macaque not wanting to, or worse, because it would be exactly the same). Maybe Wukong sticks around a bit longer in s2. Still leaves to tear through the realms, but stays long enough to make sad, longing expressions at Macaque. Maybe asks him to train/keep an eye on MK while he's gone (that way he'll have to stick around).

Macaque spends s2 with one foot out the door. Tells the gang the real reason Wukong left (paranoid about lying to the gang and how they'd react if/when they find out). The gang are So Curious about what's happening between these two because the tension is palpable. Mac gives them a vague summary in Shadow Play because implies it was more his fault than anything.

Can't decide if in S3 Amnesia rules, it's be funnier if one of them gets amnesia-d, or if they both do.

Amnesia!Wukong:

W: *implies that Mac was right in constantly putting him down* 🤪

M: What? No I should've never treated you like that. How could you say? 😨

W: Well I kind of deserved it. Hey maybe if you had double down on it maybe he wouldn't even be in this situation.😩

M: NO-! 😱

Amnesia! Macaque:

M: *makes a joke about ruining Wukong's life*😛

W: Excuse me? All you ever did was try to help me and warn me about how I was getting in over my head. I ruined my own life.😤

M: Well I was a pretty shitty mate. I treated you like garbage. I practically drove you to do all that.😗

W: YOU DID NOT-! 😡

Both Amnesia:

W: *apologetic and blaming himself*😥

M: *remorseful and blaming himself*😥

W: *wary but reassuring* I guess we both messed up then, huh? Maybe we could...start over? Try again?🥺

M: *hesitant but hopeful* I'd like that. But I don't want it to be like before, if I'm hurting you you have to tell me. There's no I love or care about more than you, and I never want to make you feel like that again.😣

W: I will, I promise. I also promise to listen to you more too. You're my mate, friend, warrior, and you can literally hear the future, I should've trusted and respected you more. 😓

M&W: *foreheads pressed together, holding hands, tails twined, and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes*🥹☺️😍😘🥰🤗

And then they get bonked real good in the head and don't remember anything that just happened and return to being awkward divorcees still in love with each other.

The Noodle Gang having witnessed all of this: 👀🫠😮‍💨😬🫩☠️

previous/first post

Oh that's brilliant!

Azure's still acting like a home wrecker I see, he needs to leave Wukong alone to finish his parole time.

Classic Shadowpeach for them to come away with the wrong take from the situation and wildly over correct.

MK's most powerful ability is his friendliness, he just comes home with a new monkey like "this is my new friend :D" and the noodle gang just accepts it, classic MK.

He's accidentally gotten himself in the middle of a very awkward relationship.

I imagine Macaque was on business in the celestial realm, since he is also a reformed monkey now and probably works/serves under a deity or bodhisattva, so it wouldn't be unusual to see him there on New Year's, then he sees that funky little hero kid + his friends breaking into the place, takes a listen to see if shits going down and decides to help.

He helps MK get out of the furnace, after having a mini panic attack about Wukong getting thrown in there all those years ago, luckily it's not on this time, and helps them fight the spiders, which is where he gets hurt.

He leaves a message to the celestial realm along the lines of "shit's gone down in the mortal realm, need to fix it. will return the furnace later" with no mention of MK or his friends because as long as the furnace gets back where it belongs no one should be too mad.

He probably should have used his future hearing cause neither he nor Wukong expected to run into each other that day, or to be on the same side.

There's some extremely awkward tension between them because neither of these idiots know what to say.

Wukong: *panicking* Macaque: *also panicking* DBK: *watching the shit show with spicy popcorn* This'll be entertaining.

DBK shares the popcorn with Red Son and quietly fills him and only him in on the drama.

Wukong's very torn, because Macaque clearly wants to leave, but there's so much he wanted to talk to him about and he did miss him, and he's also visibly hurt, he needs to get that checked out and make sure his mate old friend doesn't get an infection. Cause they aren't mates, they haven't been mates in a long time, if they ever really were(they were).

Macaque is also torn, because he wants to get the hell out of there, he swore he wouldn't interfere with Wukong's life against, he didn't know MK was his student, he wouldn't have interacted with the kid if he did, but said kid is really sweet and he'd feel worse if he never met him, not to mention MK's stupid adorable puppy dog eyes pleading him to stick around instead of leave like everyone can obviously see he wants to do.

Pigsy's the one to solve it by demanding Macaque stay with them so he can repay him for protecting his kid, and he's hurt and no friend of his is gonna leave hurt.

Dadsy for the win!

Wukong tries to see Macaque more before he leaves, but Macaque keeps avoiding him cause he doesn't want to cause more trouble. It's a worrisome if amusing sight for everyone else.

MK and Mei are dying to know what's up between them, it's so obvious they have a history, but none of the literature says anything about the six eared macaque ever being a friend of the Monkey King, he's not in Jttw at all in this au, he's known from other works due to him serving under other deities, and none of those make a mention of the two monkeys knowing each other. But they obviously do!

It drives them crazy, and their bugging him is what gets him to tell them "The Hero and The Warrior" (I actually used this for a school project actually, just chucked Macaque'a gay vent into a website and submitted it) he very unsubtly demonstrates that everything that went wrong was his fault. It's not even subtext, it's so incredibly obvious that he blames himself.

And since Mac never made any deals with LBD, he can be around for season 3, and him and Wukong are forced to cohabitate in a very small environment, one or the other of them would rather hang onto the truck from outside.

It's extremely awkward whenever they cross paths in the TEA. Mei is shouting at them to just kiss already, it doesn't help.

I think it's funnier if Pigsy has to deal with two dumb amnesiac monkeys who are extremely remorseful and blaming themselves for everything that went wrong and he gets a front row seat to all their drama.

He's so annoyed when Tang bonks them on the head and resets all the progress they just made, Tang's on the metaphorical couch for that one, now he has to suffer through their nonsense a second time.

For the Chang'e episode, they don't need to sneak around the moon or even make the rocket, Macaque just drops them through a shadow and tells Chang'e what's up.

Macaque has no idea about the fourth ring and he is understandably freaked out, and he shouts at Wukong, asking what he was thinking hiding this from them, why didn't he tell tell him them?

Wukong takes it a lot harder than Macaque meant him too, he wasn't being mean, he didn't think he was at least, he was just asking the questions everyone had. He's just trying to understand why Wukong would keep something important like this from them again

Macaque goes with MK and Nezha to chase Wukong and talk him out of this idea, he doesn't think he can since he couldn't talk Wukong out of fighting the Jade Emperor because he was such a terrible mate.

Not fun times for the monkeys.

But everything turns out alright and they talk to each other and end up coming to the same conclusion they did when they had amnesia and everything is good.

For a few months until Azure shows up and tries to pull the same trick again but that's a different story

I'm so sorry it took me forever to answer this one, I was out of town and then really tired when I started answering yesterday so I saved it for today.

[ukuleleanon]

# PLATONIC . LMK HCS ! ── .✦

• — TW : Slight swearing,mentions of death, mentions of trauma !

• — ⚠️ : Spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid !

This is part one of PLATONIC LMK HCS!

~ MK જ⁀➴ !

MK uses he/they pronouns !

We all love our bundle of sunshine that brights up our days just by having them running around with their strange yet sweet shenanigans

This sunshine in particular loves hanging around with his friends and do cool stuff with them! Including you, of course!

MK adores his times being spent with you! Via video games, playing in the arcade-

“Cmon cmon…get in the- NOOO!!” MK can only yell in distress,frustration and disappointment as the stuffed monkey toy falls off out of the borders of the claw machine. They can only watch in defeat with a sad shocked face, holding the two control sticks tightly.

you tried to comfort him, giving a reassuring pat on his back “MK it’s fine! We can try this again next time, you did your best! Plus the machine is a scam anyway-“

“No…” he says dramatically with shadow over their eyes (dramatically)

“… Huh??”

“NO! I’m going to get you this MONKEY PLUSHIE! EVEN IF IT COSTS HALF OF MY SAVINGS!”

“MK PLEASE, YOU’VE DONE THIS 50 TIMES ALREADY-“

-watching monkey court and acting like unlicensed lawyers, making friendship bracelets, pranking Pigsy with Mei, listening to Tang’s amazing story telling of The Journey To The West (which is mostly scenes of Wukong giving everyone a series of ass-whooping)

Fun times with your brother Friend!

You sometimes go ship noodles to customers with him! You always make the journey less boring and you guys just love talking or listening to eachother!

You also share eachother’s playlist on the ride, screaming the lyrics while vibin to it even if everyone is looking at them weird, they’re just jealous they can’t join in :]

(Which is why you can’t go with him most of the time, he’d always ended up lost, distracted or late to the customer lmao)

Definitely lends his jackets to you whenever you ask! He thinks it’s adorable and funny at the same time!

If you steal them, you’re gonna have a fun sibling wrestle and race, it’s all fun

MK loves out-door activities (well duh), partying, sports, everything! He’s down for any activity if it seems fun to do so!

Yes they can get VERY competitive and yes a harmless football match turned into a whole championship

You’re a special friend of him, of course you’re gonna have a discount at Pigsy’s!

Nah I’m just kidding, he’s gonna treat you for some noodles though, so it’s all good!

MK has a hard time focusing on things and he would most likely forget dates like birthdays

So he puts every single of his friends birthdays in the notes app, including you :]]

You two also have matching friendship bracelets!!! With Mei and Redson too!

Listen Redson Never wanted to wear it in the first place but ends up giving in to the two idiots bcs their constant idiocy

MK tries to make them at first but got distracted so you and Mei made them instead

The bracelets are coloured each with everyone’s signature colours! MK’s Orange, Mei’s green, Redson is well.. Red and yours is your fav colour!

One time he lost the bracelet and PANICKED, he went EVERYWHERE to find for it bcs he values you and his friendship a lot and the precious bracelet means so much to him!!

He went to the flower fruit mountain and asked Wukong abt it, went to Mei (and asked her to help him on his mission),

went to ask Pigsy and Tang, went to Sandy (and Mo)

went to Bai He and Macaque (more like paying them a visit), HECK he even used his golden vision, he still couldn’t find it!!!

He finally went to you and (comedically) cried and apologizes, dude is on his knees asking for forgiveness

You reassure him that everything’s fine and you could’ve just made him another bracelet

Then when he got up, Pigsy called him for the delivery and he reached to his pockets, THEN it turns out, the bracelet has been in their pocket this WHOLE time!

You two laughed it off and gave a friendly side hug with eachother as you go to Pigsy’s!

Another thing MK likes to do with you is doodling!

It’s actually one of his favorite activities with you to be frank

A personal hc of mine for him is that he is an age regresser, which means he acts younger than he actually is! Its a coping mechanism for him

he rlly needed some sort of activity to deal with the stress, trauma he held deeply inside

Age regressing helps to distract himself away from those negative thoughts, finally allowing him to relax, sit or lay down and just doodle

He likes to doodle him and his friends doing regular strange shenanigans!

It’s mostly goofy but cute looking drawings that he did while age regressing

MK would be more quiet while age regressing but he doesn’t really mind small talks here and there!

Besides doodling, he likes to just settle down and watch his favorite childhood shows! They’re all Journey To The West related but it’s still pretty great either way

MK also has his own monkey stuffed toy that Pigsy gave him when he was a little kid, he lets you hug it of course, you’re his sibling friend! If you also have your own stuffed toy and you let them hold it, he’s gonna hold it FOR LIFE no Bo

He also likes stickers and puts them on his drawings and furnitures! Sometimes you’d put them on his face, it’s pretty cute :3

And ofc he’s gonna put it on you too so you both would have matching stickers! Even if it is too much but who cares? STICKERS

If you let him, he’d also doodle on your hands, drawing little monkeys and shapes!

Sad zone down here!

And of course monkey man is a hero but not without personal issues. After so many things happening at once, he needs someone to hug and cry on for a long long time

The burdens he has to carry on his shoulders, the city, his friends, his destiny, his fate, his mistakes, his regrets, he really REALLY needs to have a long lasting vacation with his fav sibling, friends and family. Away from any problems

MK also has low self esteem that he needs to fix, of course it’ll take quite some time but he’s trying his best!

He’s deathly afraid of losing the people he care for, so on some days he can be a little clingy or stressed. Comfort and reassure him that you’ll never leave him then hug him please, he needs that sm :’{

Sometimes he wouldn’t get any sleep because whenever he closes his eyes, he’d always see nightmares of The Lady Bone Demon, or other bad memories that’s stuck in his mind forever. Pigsy’s noodles and your presence with him help him sleep easier :]

The moment he almost experienced death and Wukong caught them in his arms, you’ve never felt so relief in your entire LIFE, you ran as fast as you can to hug him so so tight with the others. Happy tears streaming down your face while you nuzzle on his shoulder, he remembers your face while embracing back, it’s a core memory to him

Noodles are their favorite comfort food, especially if it’s made by his dad! Sad day? Noodles! Tired? Even more noodles!

I mean MK would eat anything but noodles are a huge part of his childhood and life, it helps him to sleep at night and helps him to not have an extensional crisis :[

Sad zone end!

He is protective of you against harms way and genuinely wants you to always be safe, if someone or something is harming you, a demon threatening you, etc.. he’s always there to protect you and be by your side no matter what!

If you watch him train with Wukong, he’s going to try and impress you via doing cool tricks mid-battle! Which totally didn’t backfire and make a fool outta himself in front of you

But it’s bcs he wanted to be admired and praised by you! Tell them that they’re cool and his life shall be yours/J

He’s trained for months and had battled endless amount of demons and enemies that come for him everyday, the MONKEY KING is his mentor and has chosen MK to be his successor

He’s not afraid of a little harmless spider!

He’s TERRIFIED

That’s why if you don’t seem to have any fear towards those little crawlies and managed to successfully get them out of his room or sight, he’s going to cling to you and thank you liek you just saved his life-

Not that he’s dramatic or anything, no no, not that he was going to destroy his place over a silly creature or anything! that’d be too reckless and stupid of him! How come he could’ve done this to him and his dads work place that is also a home??

(Which is why you gifted him a night light so he wouldn’t get too paranoid of spiders falling into his mouth and living inside him)

It’s not Meis fault he thinks it’s actually real-

Overall, MK sees you as a sibling and adores you WHOLE lot! He enjoys being around you and finds your presence comforting to be around. Whenever you’re in danger, he’d be the first one to show up!

[qingyingpocketlirary]

Snapshot 3

There is one rule- no! One LAW Between Yin and Jin.

Never, not ever, ever, no matter who you are, EVER start a fight between the hours of five pm to eight pm on Sundays.

One might ask why and the answer is comically funny.

Sundays are the day when Granny, the sweet old lady who lived across the street from them with her dog, would invite them and their sister Lin over for dinner. Granny didn’t have the best eyesight anymore, but she was still a very good cook and the twin demons swore upon their very souls that Granny’s food was heaven worthy- no! It was GREATER than anything in heaven! She always made enough to feed everyone and even gave them the leftovers. And all she ever asked in return was that they come again the next Sunday.

The twin demons weren’t stupid, despite what people said. They knew the old lady was lonely, they’d seen the pictures on the walls of her little home, a husband, two little boys, all growing up, then a little girl, then a little boy. Framed certificates for some big fancy government company, a pair of old construction worker boots by the door and a man’s jacket that never left its place on the coat hook anymore. They’d seen the shrine to the husband with regular offerings.

They knew, even before Lin mentioned it, that Granny didn’t see her sons or grandkids anymore, and that she lives alone with her dog because her husband had passed away. 

So, they made it an unspoken promise, every Sunday between five pm and eight pm, they were on their very best behaviour. They washed and scrubbed themselves clean and put on their very best clothes, they let Lin wrangle their hair into a respectful style and they brought a fresh bouquet of flowers and a cake with them.

Granny was kind to them, and for Granny, they would be good boys and behave so Granny could be happy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yin and Jin make me happy, so I give them a sweet side that is rarly seen. Also Lin is the name I give th eshedeman whose usualy with them because I see her as an older sister to them since she's often the one dragging them out of the trouble they get into with MK and the Monkie Kids.

Enjoy!!!

[broke-art]

You laughed as M.k and your other friends made jokes chatting amoungst themselves.

You didn't feel even slightly guilty.

That was until Nezha stepped through the threshold of pigsy's noodles.

You bristled as your gazes met.

With a glare he marched towards you.

"Princ-"

"Nezha!" You cut him off quickly shooting to your feet and shoving a hand over his mouth. "Long time no see. Hey guys you know Nezha, right?"

M.k looked confused at your behavior but nodded with a smile, Mei frowned suspiciously, tang and pigsy exchanged suspicious glances and Sandy just smiled and waved.

"Course we know Nezha," Sandy affirmed. "Can't understand why he's here, though. Don't you have celestial duties?"

Nezha gently, but firmly removed your hand shooting you a look.

"As a matter of fact I do. And the P-" He paused when you bit your lip and shook you head slightly.

He hated it when y/n pleaded. He could be firm with anyone else. But something about her snapped his resolve.

This time would be no different. When Y/n shook her head with a pleading look he begrudgingly changed his statement.

"Parents of this one." He gestured to you with an open palm. "Are looking for her."

You frowned.

"Annnnd why should that matter to you?" Pigsy spoke up from behind you a skeptic tone underlining his inquiry.

You turned on your heel.

"Oh Nezha probably just noticed I was late for classes. You know how he is with schedules and the like. My parents always come looking for me around this time. So I should really get going, ok byyyeee!" You explained haphazardly and grabbed Nezha's wrist before pulling him out the door.

"Oh no that wasn't suspicious at all." Nezha muttered as you both walked towards the park.

"Well if you would have just left it be-" you began only to be cut off by Nezha.

"You ran away, Y/n. Your parents are worried sick. You could have been taken or worse, killed."

You sighed.

"You don't get it, Nezha. I have my reasons."

Nezha chuckled sardonically.

"Oh yes, reasons I'm sure the monkie king taught you no doubt."

You bristled at the implication.

"Did you just imply that I ran away because like the monkey king I shurk responsibility?"

"Perhaps." Nezha mused.

Something about his tone snapped your resolve and you whirled on your heel before throwing down a spell that made smoke explode around you.

Nezha stepped back with a gasp before choking on the lungful of smoke.

"Y- Y/N!" He yelled after you between coughing fits and sputters.

But you only ran faster as tears welled in your eyes then slipped down your cheeks. Your heart ached in your chest from the sting of his words and the falling tears blurred your vision until you turned a corner into an alleyway.

Your mind swirled with accusations and questions as you leaned your back against the alley wall. You expected such a cold accusation from your father or maybe from the whispers you heard his advisors exchanging. Perhaps even the girls who collected the immortality peaches from the heavenly gardens, but Nezha?

Since the day he had been assigned to be your bodyguard instead of guarding the map to the samadhi fire, you had felt instant attraction. And perhaps that was why the accusation hurt so deeply.

Slowly, you slid down the wall, coming to a sit at the ground burying your face in your knees. Being the daughter of the Jade emperor was no easy feat. There was so much expected of you, and so many enemies.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

You gasped and looked up at the same moment a punk knelt next to you, a bat resting lazily on his shoulder.

You felt your heart seize in your chest.

The punk rose an eyebrow and lifted your chin with a finger.

"What's the matter, girlie? Your boyfriend dump you?"

You gave him a glare and knocked his hand aside.

"Don't touch me."

The punk whistled lowly as a few more men stepped into the alleyway.

"Feisty, eh? That's adorable. What are you gonna do bout it?"

"She won't have to do anything." Nezha's voice cut through the alleyway coldly.

You glanced to the entrance only to see Nezha brandishing his spear.

The punk scoffed.

"Is that spear supposed to scare me?"

Nezha gaze sharpened.

"I'll not give you another warning mortal."

The punk smirked and gestured towards Nezha with a wave of his hand.

"Take care of this idiot boys." He turned his gaze back on you. "I'm busy."

You weren't concerned for Nezha's safety in the slightest. The humans on the other hand..... You certainly hoped Nezha felt merciful.

"Now, miss." The punk took your chin in hand again. "You never answered my question."

You were tempted to smack his hand away once again when his eyes flickered to a cold blue. His voice echoed in your ears and a cool chill swept up your spine.

You only managed a gasp before Nezha made quick work of the other punks and reached for your aggressor.

"Nezha, no!" You screamed just as a sharp glacier froze around his arm.

Nezha's gaze widened.

"The lady bone demon?!"

The punk chuckled.

"Close, buddy." The punk glanced at him. "Actually her son. And this-" He pulled you to your feet as an ice dagger formed in his other hand which he quickly pressed against you neck. "Is my new Fiance."

[bones4thecats]

Bones' Favorite Cartoon Villains Top Left to Bottom Right; Toffee (Star vs the Forces of Evil), Father (Codename: Kids Next Door), Lord Garmadon (Lego: Ninjago), Pythor P. Chumsworth (Lego: Ninjago), Black Hat (Villainous), Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball), Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb), Aku (Samurai Jack), Scaramouche (Samurai Jack), Scarab (Fionna and Cake), Slade Wilson (Teen Titans), Mojo Jojo (The Powerpuff Girls), Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls), Vilgax (Ben 10), Lord Hater (Wander Over Yonder), Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Striker (Helluva Boss), and Macaque (Lego: Monkie Kid)

[alilweirddragon]

Searching For Rain- Chapter 1: Before the Storm

It was early morning for Megapolis City when Rey hears car alarms blare outside their small apartment, jolting them awake from their already light sleep. The dragon definitely should be used to waking up like this, since they lived in a city that was full of demons attacking its protectors. Yet that never seemed to be the case.

They scramble out of bed and rush to the window to see a couple of young men trying to break into their upstairs neighbours car, one of them held a crowbar while another was already reaching into the car to unlock the doors. They wore masks, not even trying to be subtle but definitely attempting to be quick. Realising they didn't have much time and knowing their deep-sleeping neighbours wouldn't be able to wake up and react in time, Rey reaches for the phone on their bedside table. Heart pounding with adrenaline they point the camera at the men breaking into the car, pressing record before opening the window and shouting as loud as they could. "H-hey! Get out! I've called the police!"

Their shaky voice catches the attention of one of the young men, who turns to look up at Rey's window. Seeing that Rey had a phone their eyes widen in realisation, quickly turning to warn their friend before the two abandon their thieving attempt and make a run for it, their maroon and gold jackets the only thing that could be identifiable. Rey lets out a shaky sigh, stopping the recording before heading upstairs to talk to their neighbours. Well, that was over and done with. They'll just send the video to their neighbour when asked, and hopefully that'll help with their insurance. And maybe the police, but it most likely wouldn't help finding out who was responsible for the damage due to the men wearing masks.

As Rey opens the door to head to the floor above, they hoped thismorningseventswill be the most excitement for today. But who knew? After all their friends happened to be the heroes of Megapolis. The Monkie Kid, Mei the Dragon Girl and Chen the Demon Bull King's spawn were the sworn protectors of the city- scratch that, the world after recent events. All three had famous reputations after saving the city from the icy grip of the dreaded Lady Bone Demon, gaining the gratitude and respect of almost all life living in China.

Rey steps into the elevator, pressing a button to head to the next floor.

Of course, Rey was there too- but they didn't exactly have nice memories of that "heroic" moment. For them, it was ALL horrific and traumatic. From finding out one of their "friends" was secretly working for the bone demon to being possessed and almost killed by a legendary hero, Rey figured it was high-time they kept far away from the hero stuff. They just want peace for a while.

But every now and again, trouble ends up finding them.

Stepping out of the elevator, Rey strolls down the hall toward his neighbours apartment number. They could hear angry and annoyed voices on the other side, hearing the words "car" and "break in" through the door. They knock on the door a few times before the door finally opens to reveal one of the mothers living there, her hair dishevelled from sleep and still wearing her pajamas. Behind her, her wife Fēn paced the room as she spoke on the phone. "Yes it was just broken into! Can't you send an officer or something? What do you mean there's no one available?"

Rey smiles as they greet their neighbour. "Morning Zhenzhu, I'm so sorry about your car." They say apologetically, pulling out their phone. Zhenzhu sighs, rubbing her neck and glancing at her furious wife. "Morning, and it's fine, Rey. Did you need something?" "I just came by to tell you I have footage of the attempted thieves." Rey explains, holding up the phone to show the woman the video they had taken. "It's not much, but I hope it'll help you identify them."

Zhenzhu eyes widen, a bit of relief flooding her expression that they were caught on some kind of camera, considering everyone knew the apartment complex's security cameras were such low quality. "Oh- thank you so much Rey! That will be helpful!" she exclaims.

The two chat for a few more minutes before Rey heads back to their own apartment, needing to get ready for work that day.

As they get dressed into their uniform, their phone beside them on the table buzzes loudly, showing a new text from their cousin. Rey pauses readjusting their shirt collar, picking up the phone to see the text with an image attached to it.

-   Mei: "Mornin cuz! Check this out!"

-

Mei had sent a photo of MK and her posing for a picture, the two giddy with glee as a sleeping Chen lay on the couch behind them, his face covered in scribbles and his long black hair tangled and full of bows. Rey couldn't help but snicker at the picture, sending a quick "good morning" and a laughing emoji in response before putting the phone back down on the table, heading to the bathroom to fix their hair up.

As they look into the mirror, Rey looks over the white streaks throughout their hair. Huffing in annoyance, the dragon takes a moment to run their hand through their hair to see if there was anymore. Despite dyeing their hair black and pink repeatedly their natural hair colour kept growing through, reminding them that nobody how much they tried to change their appearance they'll never be able to truly forget about what they are and where they came from.

Their parents controlling behaviour, the expectations after finding out they have the same appearance and powers as a powerful deceased family member, the punishments when they weren't perfect....

Rey shakes their head, picking up their brush and combing it through their hair. No point in thinking about that. That's all behind them now. They have a new life with family and friends who love them for who they are. Making sure their hair was neat, Rey grabs their bag and phone before heading out to their work.

--

"Thank you! Have a great day!" Rey waves as the latest library's visitor leaves with their newly borrowed books, a wide smile on their face. The day was mostly quiet, other than Rey and their coworker, Taio, there were only a few other people who had come to visit the library. A father and his two children and another young woman busy working on her computer.

Rey gathers a few books left out from the last family, putting them away on their respective shelves before heading to the front once more. The dragon certainly found it odd at how quiet it was today, considering there were always people coming in-

The door slams open, startling Rey from their work. Whipping around to face the doors, the dragon soon finds out why it was so quiet- Jin and Yin, the Gold and Silver demons, were sprawled out on the floor as three familiar figures stood over them. The first figure, a young bull demon, picks up Jin by the back of his shirt and holds him in the air. "What did we tell you about trying to destroy the city?! We oughta lock you up for good!" he spat, trying to be serious. But with the traces of markers still on his face it was hard to take him seriously, and Jin was no exception.

The demon tries to cover his snickers, both afraid of being beaten by the Monkie Kid and his friends (again) but struggling to keep himself from laughing out loud. "We're sorry! We won't do it again!" "You better not! This is the third time this week you tried destroying the city!" Mei points out as Chen drops Jin, letting the two demons stand up. MK slings his staff over his shoulder. "We better not catch you doing anything else this month or you're getting locked up! Got it?"

"Yep! Yep!" "We got it!" the two demons yell in unison together before both disappear out the door, looking back once to see the few people in the library staring at them as they leave. Rey sighs, making their way over to the heroic trio. "Hey guys-" Mei turns to face Rey, her eyes lighting up as she sees them. "Rey! Hey! How's my fav cousin doing?!" She asks, squeezing Rey into a side hug. "Man, you should've seen us this morning! Those knuckle-head demons had gotten their hands on a giant mech and we had to make the Monkey Mech to beat them up! Although the city kinda got a little smushed in the process- we should probably help them clean that up huh?" The dragon girl glances over to her other friends, who in turn shrug at her question. "I mean we should-" Chen starts speaking before being interrupted by MK. "I don't think they mind." The Monkie Kid waves off his friends concerns, shrinking his staff and tucking it in his ear. "But at least we saved the day!"

"One of these days they're gonna start charging you guys for the damages." Rey sighs, concerned about their friends lack of care for the city's constant destruction. Mei chuckles, punching Rey on the shoulder. "Aw c'mon they'd never do that to their heroes! They understand!" "Do they though?" Chen mumbles, earning a punch to the shoulder from MK. "OW?!"

"Boy, all that heroing made me hungry! Who wants to go back to Pigsy's and grab something to eat?" MK asks, completely ignoring his brother's angry glare. Mei gasps. "Yeah boy! Ya comin too Rey?" The dragon girl asks, letting go of her cousin as she too puts away her sword. Rey glances at the time to see it was actually their lunch break, and with a quick glance at their coworker to make sure he was okay they turn to their cousin with a smile. "Sure, why not?"

"YEAH! Leggo!" Mei grabs Rey's hand, guiding them out the library's doors to her bike.

"Mei wait! I need to grab my stuff!"

--

"It's crazy that you guys never told us about that snake guy. I mean, he was pretty shady when you first told us about him, so what made you trust him so easily?" Mei asks as Chen serves the group their noodles.

They had all gathered at Pigsy's Noodles for lunch, a favourite place to hang out since MK and Chen worked (coughlivedcough) there, plus the owner was also a good friend to them. Mei digs into her meal as Chen and Rey glance at each other, both knowing who she was talking about.

Jade the Snake demon, a strange and bizarre henchman of the famous Lady Bone Demon. But before they knew that, he had been a good "friend" to the two. At least until they found out his true intentions. Chen sighs as he sits down next to MK, adjacent to Mei and Rey's seats. "I don't know- you weren't there when I first met him. His actions felt more genuine..." he says, picking up his chopsticks to poke at his food. "Plus, at the time I was a little too eager to learn more about my powers." He adds. MK pauses in his own meal, glancing at his brother. "Wha? But Monkey King was teaching you!" he points out. Chen stops poking his food, side-eyeing the young man beside him. "You do see the favouritism Wukong shows to you, right?" he asks, shoving a mouthful of noodles into his mouth. MK blinks at the bull demon, who in turn groans and rubs his eyes. "Oh my great sage you're serious-"

"Hey at least he's giving you attention now!" Mei points out, to which the bull demon turns his glare to her. "And what made him change that? Possibly the whole world ending and him finding out I was running around with another mentor?" "...touché."

As the two continue to chat about the snake demon, MK turns to Rey. "Hey Rey, how're your powers going lately? Have you been testing them out?" he asks. Rey falters, looking away for a second. Of course MK had to bring that up. "Oh, you know, it's-fine. I've totally been using them-" Chen and Mei, overhearing the conversation, turn to the dragon. Chen raises a brow skeptically. "You haven't tried have you?"

Rey doesn't answer that, merely looking down at the pale-skin rings around their wrist, where the rings that once held their powers back had been snapped off by the Lady Bone Demon herself.

Mei sighs, patting her cousins shoulder. "Rey, I know you don't like your powers, but maybe it's time you at least learned how to use them instead of suppressing them." She says, a bit more gently this time. MK clears his throat, swallowing the last of his food. "You know, maybe I could ask Monkey King to teach you-"

Chen shoots him a vicious glare and the young man, realising his mistake, quickly shuts up. "Oh uh- sorry-" Rey shakes their head, rubbing their neck. "No no, it's fine- you don't need to ask him for anything." Rey mutters bitterly, not very fond of the monkey hero anymore since the attack of the Lady Bone Demon.

Mei glances at Chen and MK, confused before shaking her head. "We could always ask Uncle Ao Guang? I'm sure he wouldn't mind teaching his thousand times great grandkid?" She offers, but Rey just shakes their head again. "No, I'm fine. I'll figure something out." they state, wanting to drop the conversation. Mei opens her mouth to say more, but decides against it, instead moving the topic to something else.

Rey eats their food quietly, listening to their friends talk about a variety of different topics for a while until their phone alarm goes off, signalling their break was over. "Alright- I guess I better be off." They explain, getting to their feet. Mei pouts slightly. "Already?"

"Yes, already." Rey laughs softly as Mei gets up too, hugging her cousin tightly. "Awww okay- see ya tomorrow then cuz!" The dragon girl says, waving Rey out the door as they return to the library.

--

Despite being almost empty that morning, over the rest of the day several people had come in, keeping Rey and Taio with questions, organizing and cleaning up. Closing up at five, Rey heads back toward their apartment. As they walk, they think back to the conversation they had with their friends about their powers and controlling them. Looking at their palm, they think about the last time they had used their powers.

The power to control storms, something their thousand times great uncle Ao Bing had as well. It was something they weren't too fond of, and after the bone demon had literally possessed them just to control that power, it made them not want to use them even more.

But they knew their cousin was right. They couldn't keep suppressing it. But Rey definitely weren't going to ask the Monkey King for help, not after he threatened to murder the dragon in cold blood in order to stop the Lady Bone Demon.

As the dragon walks down the street, completely lost in their thoughts, they don't notice two masked figures trailing behind them. Reaching the apartment building, Rey reaches into their bag to grab their keys when they feel someone grab them from behind, covering their mouth with a hand. Startled, the dragon drops their bag as their blood runs cold. They begin to panic, letting out a blood-curdling scream as they try to fight their way out. "Grab em and let's go!" "I'm trying! They're stronger than they look!"

Rey claws at the hand covering their mouth, attempting to rip it off enough to scream for help. But since that wasn't working, they resort to their powers. Concentrating hard, dark clouds start to rumble overhead as the veins in their hands start to glow a faint blue.

"Oh for fucks sake!" The second man who was watching the scuffle steps forward. Something hard and heavy hits the back of Rey's head, causing them to cry out in pain. They collapse as their vision turns dark, the last thing they remember was being dragged across the pavement.

--

I still gotta go over and edit this but have the first chapter of my fic! ii just hope i got everyone in character lol

[miserymerci]

<- Day 9: Storm Day 11: Quest ->

Fluffy February Day 10: Care - Desert Water

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK, Sun Wukong, Mei

(Sunburst duo, Jackfruit duo, Samadhi fire, Alternate universe)

Word count: 4347

Summary: (TW: Descriptions of a panic attack) In our original timeline, the Samadhi Fire reforges and almost tears Mei apart. In this timeline, things aren’t much better.

There is little that you can’t steal from people. Money can be taken, for one, and life, for another. While most stolen things are material objects, there is also the intangible; love, happiness, trust …

The downside of taking love, happiness, and trust by force is that they often become broken in the process. If there’s one thing that remains constant in people, it’s their will to bite and scratch and tear when attacked. Broken love is not love, broken happiness is not happiness. It becomes a second, more awful thing not too different from hallucinating an oasis in the middle of the desert.

So, then, broken trust is not trust.

Mei and MK met as children in the midst of a mediocre autumn day. She had begged her parents for fast food, was promptly denied, and then threw a tantrum so bad that they had finally– begrudgingly – found themselves at Pigsy's Noodles for dinner.

Pigsy’s was by no means a fast food place.

So, really, Mei was totally justified in her little five-year-old mind to be upset. She pouted with her head on the counter, stuck her tongue out at the noodles, glared dramatically as her parents ate… what else could a child do to express their feelings? Well, she could always toss the bowl. She wasn’t going to make this easy.

Before she could execute her next plan, MK popped up from the other side of the counter. Mei flinched back in her seat.

“Where did you come from?” asked Mei.

“My room,” said MK, blankly, “I’m Xiaotian. Are you going to eat that?”

Mei blinked. She followed the kid’s finger to her bowl of noodles, and then remembered that she was supposed to be pouting.

“No,” she said, sticking her nose up, trying to see if her parents were paying attention. They weren’t. 

“Can I have it?”

“Why do you want it?”

“Because if you don’t eat it, Pigsy will have to throw it away. And it makes him upset. He cries about it at night.”

Mei frowned, glancing at the chef behind the door flaps of the kitchen. He was weird and scary, but did he deserve to cry? Her inner sympathetic self (annoyingly) jumped out and decided that she didn’t want to go that far. 

She pushed the bowl toward Xiaotian. 

“My dad cries at night. Not about noodles, though,” said Mei after a moment of watching Xiaotian fumble with his chopsticks. “He paints as a hobby, but gets cranky when he can’t get the colors right.”

“Oh! I paint sometimes. With crayons.” 

Noodles fell out of Xiaotian’s mouth as he chewed and talked with his mouth full. Mei was thoroughly intrigued. 

Wordlessly, she handed him a napkin.

“Thanks.”

“You’re making that look really good,” she said.

Xiaotian, for the first time during this conversation, broke his blank expression to smile. It was sort of weird, though, as if he had only attempted it a few times.

“It is. Pigsy makes the tastiest food in all of China.”

Mei wrinkled her nose. She snuck another look at her parents, who were likely chattering on about a future business deal, and then turned back to Xiaotian.

“Are you not hungry?” asked Xiaotian.

“I… Well, I am , but I wanted fried chicken. Not,” she frowned at the peppercorn swirling around Xiaotian’s chopsticks, “ …this .” 

“What’s a fried chicken?” asked Xiaotian through a mouthful of beef. 

Mei’s jaw dropped.

“You’ve never had–! Fried food! Have you ever had french fries before?”

“What do French people have to do with frying chicken?” 

“How do you know what France is but not– this is hard to believe,” said Mei after a moment, “have you lived under a rock ?!”

“Mei!” said her mother, finally turning to look at her. “What are you doing yelling at the chef’s boy? Be more respectful.”

Mei squeezed her hands into fists on the counter.

“We were playing a game,” said Xiaotian, licking his lips, “who could yell the loudest. She’s winning.”

“ Xiaotian ! What are you doing eating the customer’s noodles!?”

Xiaotian actually looked worried this time. He cradled the bowl in his hands and turned to Pigsy.

“Didn’t want you to cry,” he blurted.

“What–”

“I’m full. I was gonna throw it away,” said Mei, crossing her arms, “ without drinking the broth.”

Pigsy gave a full-body shudder. He tightened his hold on his ladle, grumbled under his breath, and then returned to the kitchen. He might have said something about the disrespectfulness of the young these days, but it wasn’t something either of them had remembered. 

When Xiaotian turned back to Mei, she looked deathly serious.

“I’ve never lied to my parents before,” she said, quietly.

“What’s ‘lied’?” said Xiaotian, just as quietly.

“It’s when you say something that hasn’t actually happened.”

“Like a story ?”

Mei shrugged, still awestruck, “kinda.”

“You made a story for me?” asked Xiaotian.

Mei blinked at the boy’s blank expression and laughed . 

“My name is Mei,” she said, “but you probably already knew that from my mom. It’s nice to meet you Xiaotian… but I need to teach you the delicious good-ness of fried chicken.” 

Xiaotian brightened. He glanced down at his half-eaten soup and offered it back to his new friend.

“I will eat fried chicken, but you have to give Pigsy’s noodles a chance. They’re delicious good-ness too.” 

Mei, whole tantrum forgotten, straightened up in her seat with excitement and took the bowl. 

“Thank you. I… here,” she dug around in her pockets before holding out a little, crinkled daisy. “I picked it from our garden this morning. You can have it.”

In actuality, the Dragons grew only fruits and vegetables in their garden. Mei had been given a tiny dirt box of her own just beyond the mangosteen tree on her fourth birthday, and flower seeds that her parents didn’t expect would live to see the next week. 

Xiaotian held the daisy very, very gently. A pool of warmth was drawn from the flower into Xiaotian’s veins; like the cozy bubble bath Pigsy had given him only a few weeks prior. The flower wouldn’t stay fresh and green for anymore than a few hours, but the steady transfer of trust had already taken place.

The flower, early the next morning, would be found as a crispy, burnt vessel, and Xiaotian would catch the worst fever in his existence. Tonight, however, Mei blew on the hot noodles and took a bite.

The three rings of Samadhi spat fire around them; like a wolf with no eyes; like a tiger with no teeth. The most vicious beasts came in a state of deep confusion, like sorrow and hunger and panic. Scared beasts lash out– like sparks? Like fire . There was only fire. It breathed in their lungs and spilled out of their mouths like rotten poison. Fire can’t help but consume. It was in its nature, after all, and many would lose their lives in its blind fury.

Mei, in the middle of it all, held onto Macaque’s wrist like a lifeline; as if he was the only person between Mei and death. 

In a sense, he was. But he was not on Mei’s side. As far as she knew, he never has been– and never would be. 

The fire was roaring. The lights were blazing. Macaque’s hold on her was scalding. The smoke of it all gathered into her nose and tried– cruelly, slowly– to break into her very being. The Samadhi fire… was it coming? Which of these bright lights was it? Did it matter? Would she die? Was she already dead? Could she still fight?

The screams of her friends warbled in the heat. Through blurry vision, she tried her best to keep her eyes on Macaque. As long as she didn’t let go of this beast, he wouldn’t be able to run off to hurt any of the others. If she just could keep holding on… stay brave a little longer . Mei tightened her grip and glared at The Macaque. 

He wasn’t looking at her. His unclouded eye darted around the ritual site with a look so strange that Mei couldn’t stop her heart from dropping. 

Something was going wrong. Something was wrong, and Mei couldn’t do anything .

The fire, deep and dark and merciless, raced past the wailing night sky like a wounded dragon, past Tang, past Macaque, and past Mei.

It struck MK instead.

“No,” whispered Macaque.

“MK!” Tang turned and lowered his hand, but his spell was already in full swing. It sputtered and tolled in a final act of defiance. 

The beam gathered into a golden ball at MK’s chest– and then it burst into flames. 

Macaque dropped Mei. He stepped over her, hesitated, and skidded back from a shockwave of unquenchable fire. It tore apart the ice haunting Macaque’s body. It roared over MK’s cries. It took that cruel, cruel coldness from Macaque and shoved it into Mei’s queasy stomach instead. 

“I was too late,” said someone behind Mei.

She swallowed dryly and begged for the fire to burn her instead. Did she mean that? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything but the harsh heat and the wild feeling of no control. But now, in the inferno of MK’s painful wails, she could only turn and aim her anger elsewhere.

“What is this?” said Mei, her words wavering. She glared at the Monkey King, who looked between her and MK, frozen. “What did you do to him?”

Monkey King opened his mouth, closed it, then swallowed. 

Mei growled.

“I’m coming, MK!” she tried to shout over the crackling fire (and, probably, crackling bones ). “Stop drop and roll, MK! Drop! Drop !”

She lifted herself up to her feet, prepared to leap, and was barely caught by Monkey King. 

“No,” he said, keeping a firm hold on Mei’s shoulders, “that won’t work . The Samadhi Fire– it’s inextinguishable. Did you forget that part?”

Mei shoved off his hands. 

“I don’t care . We need to help him!”

“You can’t ,” stressed Monkey King, but even he didn’t look very certain of that. His limbs were heavy and his heart shook pathetically in his chest– the words were on instinct, but there had to be a way to wiggle out of this mess (but by all the gods did he feel trapped. Like a scraggy wolf, or an old tiger, or a collared beast). 

“Sun Wukong is right!” called Nezha, his locus petals breaking the others out of their frosty prison just off to the side. “The fire will consume the boy, but it will also consume us if we stay.”

“We can’t leave him!” sputtered Mei. 

“There has to be another way,” begged Pigsy. 

“There are no other ways. We need to leave, if you value your life,” Nezha was saying, but Monkey King was too distracted staring at his shadow.

Macaque stared frightfully back. 

“ You did this!” 

Through an endless heatwave, Monkey King lunged at Macaque and took him by the throat. 

“I– I didn’t! Well– technically – but… ! Ghrr!”

Monkey King dug his nails against Macaque’s skin. He gritted his teeth as another heartbreaking cry came from the fire.

“ Stop !” said Tang. “It wasn’t Macaque who started the ritual. It was me . Uh, well, he did force me to but– but I felt like I had to! I mean right now I’m kind of having second thoughts…! But you have to understand– it was like it was my destiny .” 

Monkey King’s jaw dropped, and Macaque’s would have too if he hadn’t been dropped bottom-first onto the ground. 

“Destiny?” cried Monkey King, stepping toward Tang. “This whole reason we’re here is because of destiny and you thought it would be a good idea to follow it !? Look around! Is this all exactly what you wanted!?” 

Tang flinched. Pigsy turned to glare at Monkey King, fists clenching.

MK wailed. Somewhere in the flames, his legs buckled and stumbled like a newborn. 

“ AAAAUUUUGHHHHHH !!” Another shockwave rippled past the group. The fire, glowing a faint raspberry, churned into a murky red. Whatever battle MK was fighting, he was losing– and quickly. Monkey King lifted his arm and took the brunt of the force, Mei and Macaque behind him. From the other side of the whipping frenzy, Monkey King could see Sandy doing the same. 

“ What is happening to MK!?” 

“The Samadhi Fire– it was supposed to be inside of you , Mei. During the ritual, a piece of it got away from me and took form inside the closest vessel it could find: your great-great– eerr probably a lot of greats– grandfather, Ao Lie.” 

“YOU ARE A FOOL, SUN WUKONG!” shouted Nezha distantly. Monkey King tried to pay him no mind.

“SO YOU WERE GOING TO SACRIFICE ME !?” shouted Mei.

“No! No ! I thought that, maybe, I could have taken it away from you and put it into me– uh, okay, it’s embarrassing just saying this aloud…”

“Ugh! Then how does MK have it? We’re not related!”

“You had it before , but you must have given it away unintentionally! Or something! I… I’m not sure .”

Mei deflated, probably going through every single memory of her and MK together. Had any of them involved an exchange of fire? 

Monkey King hesitated at the mortified look on her face.

“You knew ?” sobbed MK, finally, breaking Monkey King from his trance. His arm curled around his gut. Through the charring inferno, his eyes warbled and twisted in sickening pain. MK was looking at him; afraid, confused, burning from the inside out, and wailed; “ Monkey King ? You knew ?” 

The fire was horrendously loud. MK’s cries, somehow, felt louder. They struck through every crack in Monkey King’s walls and, very suddenly, he realized that there was little he could do to fix this.

He had lost control, with no known way to truly extract the fire, with no way to pull his protege from the flames. How did this happen? How had he overstepped? ( Okay , he overstepped a lot– more than he could ever name– but with the kid ? The only times he had let him slip from his grasp was when he wasn’t paying attention; Macaque, the Lady Bone Demon; but he had been so watchful this time. 

Where had he gone wrong? Where had he gone wrong ? 

It must have been his laziness, somehow. Had he been lazy? Maybe a few times, but it had been harmless. No, not harmless– harmless to him , maybe. Not to…

Oh. Oh, he was losing it. He couldn’t… was he? Could he…? Think…! …

The embers went fuzzy around him. The Samadhi fire howled on and on, deforming into a fierce shriek, like a monster going for his traitorous throat– and then nothing but ringing buzzed through his head… something like underwater, something like space, something like nothing.

MK…! MK… MK… ? 

.

.

.

“Wukong!” someone was yelling. Hot air blew through his fur and left something that sizzled there. It kissed his skin and grabbed his windpipes and held on tight. 

“ Monkey King !” someone else screamed. The thing clenched tighter.

He was breathing too loudly– louder than the chaos, louder than the calls, louder than his stuttering heart. Focus. Focus . His eyes stung from the heat and the shaking world cried with MK’s turmoil.

“I need– Please. Please… Monkey… King..?”

Monkey King blinked. What did he want him to do? MK fought against the whipping blaze; stumble after step, step after stumble. He neared like Earth around the Sun, like a thirsty throat to water, like he couldn’t help but gravitate toward the only thing he knew in a desperate time of need.

Monkey King’s breathing quickened.

The fire burst. Everyone was knocked back further, but Monkey King planted his feet and gritted his teeth. Blackened, burning claws scraped ground and sky and flesh and bone.

Focus ! 

MK was crying. He was looking at him– looking for him– looking not for answers from him, but a secret second thing. Monkey King needed to figure whatever it was now (maybe run, maybe fight, anything but stand dumbly).

“Monkey King,” said Mei, oddly level in the storm, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but it just remembered something.”

Monkey King’s tail twisted.

“When MK and I first met, I had felt a connection between us that I had never felt before. I mean… I had my parents, of course, but that’s a bond that began even before I could really think. With MK, it was all my own. I felt as if every action and feeling was me . I shared with him my trust that day, and I think it may have helped us for the better. Like I could share every piece of me with him. Like it helped lessen the pressure.”

‘I don’t get it,’ Monkey King wanted to say, ‘please spell it out for me. I don’t understand. What is trust? You want me to trust him? How can I trust him any more than I already do? Do I? How do you even show trust?’

What can he do?

‘What can I do?

‘What can I do for you …?’

The heat kissed his face. His company was gone, now, hidden away behind walls of flames that had glazed past him and trapped him in the eye of the storm. It was just him and MK; MK and the fire; and he was frozen. 

MK crashed into Monkey King. The fire reared, wailing in support of MK's weakening will. His knees knocked against Monkey King’s, stumbled, and then ashen hands balled up the cloth at Monkey King’s chest.

He could hear MK’s every growl and grit, now. His body was warm like a fever and his grip tugged at Monkey King’s fur. The fire, deep in his kid, reached out to try to grab him , too.

It lashed and spat and tore and the smell of smoke lingered like a wound. 

Him and MK. Him and MK. And then MK and the fire… the fire…

Them and the fire.

Monkey King breathed it in. The smoke eagerly seeped into his immortal lungs and shuttered. His hand, once frozen at his side, snuck up and untangled MK’s hands from his clothing. He squeezed his hand, and MK struggled to do the same. 

MK was sobbing into his neck. He could hear it in the crackling of the flying sparks. He could feel it in his heated bones. 

‘What can I do for us ?’

And Monkey King had an idea now; an inkling of one, as usual, but instead of starting as a thought, it began as a feeling. Less like he ‘should’, and more like he ‘could’. 

Monkey King’s other hand broke from its daze and wiggled into that little spot where MK was hiding his face. With two fingers, he pressed at the dip in MK’s throat and found his pulse.

It raced and raced like a wildfire. It sparked from MK’s heartbeat. It clung onto Monkey King’s touch. He gritted his teeth as the Samadhi fire darted straight into his body (like an illness, like a bad dream, like a–).

He shook his head and huffed, the fire finally making his composure waver. His belly burned with the beginnings of something destructive. It taunted his resolve.

With another smokey breath, he pulled MK closer. He could do this. He had helped to contain the fire before, how different could it be to contain it in himself?

“I’m sorry we’re in this mess, bud,” he grunted out. “And I’m sorry I froze up like that. But I’m here, and I see how much you trust me to fix this right now.”

MK’s heartbeat quickened, and he keened in fiery pain.

“It’s okay. We’re okay. Shh– shh… Do you feel the fire? Not the burning, aching part of it: its core. Its heart. Do you feel it? It’s lashing out because it doesn’t know where to go. It’s spent most of its life dormant and it’s–” a wave of the Samadhi fire fought against his control of it. Monkey King swayed back and growled “–it’s free now, and it doesn’t know what to do. We have to calm it down– not let it control us.”

The kid sucked in a harsh breath, choked, and then inhaled again. The flames wavered and roared around them, surprised at the attempt of reeling it in. Monkey King imagined that, if he could see MK’s face, it would be tensed up in that determined, brave way of his.

Monkey King focused on MK’s fluttering pulse and then said, “There we go. We’ve got it. Hang on tight. Grab it and don’t let go– pull it close and simmer it to sleep. We’re not on fire, we’re using the fire. It’s ours, not us.”

The fire, mighty and lethal, split at the coals and seeped into Monkey King’s gut. It coiled there like a tired beast, warm from the sun and protective like roots to rain; rain to clouds; clouds to sky. He hung onto the life alight inside of him and onto the life clinging to him. He bit the inside of his cheek and tasted iron and smoke and something strikingly sweet.

MK took the other half of the fire. The wildness of it, suddenly, became so much more bearable. Two little flames that had come from one life with the strange purpose of being destructive reeled into their beings like a sharing of duty.

No, not duty– Monkey King took a deep breath that was full of MK’s bitter hair and felt the fire twinkle and ring inside the both of them– this was a sharing of trust. Proof that they could stand together and achieve a type of care that no forced bond could steal. 

The maroon flames sighed one last tired effort and whisked into nothing.

Monkey King blinked once, then twice, and then took away his hand from MK’s pulse and looped it around MK’s back. His shoulder was wet. MK had been crying there, seeping into his clothes and skin.

“You did good, bud,” he said into his protege’s hair. He blinked away the stinging of his fire-nipped eyes. “We got it. We’re okay now.”

MK shuttered in relief and went limp in his arms.

“Kid!” shouted Pigsy, cutting through the receding smoke first. He reached out and helped Monkey King lower MK to the ground. “Is he alright? What happened in there?”

“Your big blue friend was going to try to charge through the fire after our view was cut off. I had to hold him back,” said Nezha, nearing carefully, as if curious.

Monkey King sighed.

“He’s going to be okay. We were able to calm the Samadhi fire inside of him, but–”

“He still has the fire ?” snapped Pigsy. He pulled back his hand from where it was on MK’s forehead and whirled on Monkey King. “Take it out of him!”

“You saw what happened to him. If you want Wukong to take it out of the kid completely, then let’s go ahead and start the ritual again,” said Macaque.

“What’re you still doing here!?” blurted Monkey King.

Macaque shrugged and averted his eyes from where half of the group was shooting him withering looks. 

“Public space,” he said.

Monkey King felt the fire twist unpleasantly inside of him. The beginnings of anger threatened to kindle the spark, but he took a deep breath and focused on MK’s resting face. 

“I took away half of the fire from him and put it into myself,” he said. Nezha took a step back from him, and he pretended not to notice. “It’s… not a permanent fix to the problem, but no one’s on fire anymore, so that’s an improvement…”

Pigsy sniffled (angrily) at him, but swallowed his words. Instead, he turned back to MK to tend to his lingering fever.

Monkey King’s tail coiled and uncoiled nervously. He felt queasy from the unfamiliar fire inside of him, like he could faint any second and have a long, tremendous nap. He turned the slightest bit to look at Mei, who had come to stand next to him in the calm after the storm.

“You sounded like you knew exactly what to do,” he said.

Mei startled, wiping at her teary eyes before looking up at Monkey King. Her worried face was equal parts concerning and touching, and he hoped to never be the cause of a look like that again.

“Why didn’t you do it?” continued Monkey King, softly. 

Mei shook her head. She almost looked guilty, but one look at MK replaced that hesitance with certainty. She smiled at Monkey King (something he didn’t expect her to do to him after all that ).  

“I just felt it in my gut; that it had to be you to do it. MK already knows that he and I… we’re a team. We can always rely on each other. I just…” she sheepishly crossed her arms (almost hugging herself, almost not), “I needed to know that you would go halfway to him, just like he would go halfway for anyone else here. I needed to know you really– really – cared.” 

Monkey King bit his lip and sighed, “Of course I care.”

Mei laughed, still tense from the aftershock, but friendlier than she was before when she was just about ready to smack him upside the head. They watched MK’s breathing steady out. Pigsy, ever the hovering parent, placed a wet rag (that had been provided by Nezha, fearful of Pigsy’s protectiveness) over MK’s forehead.

“Now that you have the fire,” started Mei again, quietly, “are you going to go after the Lady Bone Demon?”

Monkey King glanced down at his fingertips. He let them twitch with a newfound, blazing energy; one that could combat the everlasting ice haunting his past and future. It was true that he had gotten what he had wanted (albeit only half of it), and it might just be enough to win the war. But it hadn’t got exactly how be planned. Out of all of the ways this could have played out, this one was by far the most mortifying way he dared to imagine.

He pulled his eyes away from his hands and blinked slowly at MK.

“No,” he said, “if we go up against the Lady Bone Demon, it’ll be together.”

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fandoms ★

ninjago ★

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teenage mutant ninja turtles ★

✩ bayverse tmnt scenario > where the reader is affectionate, but does not know how to receive affection

✩ 2012 tmnt headcanon > where the reader accidentally calls their favorite turtle something they regret

lego monkie kid ★

✩ wukong courting hcs > how would sun wukong court his to-be spouse?

✩ flirting with wukong hcs > how would sun wukong react to being flirted with?

✩ kissing sun wukong hcs > what kind of kisses would the monkey king enjoy?

✩ date ideas with sun wukong > what kind of dates would sun wukong take you on?

✩ the monkey king's mommies > how would the monkey king's mother figures react to you?

✩ you and wukong's first kiss > how would your first kiss with sun wukong go?

journey to the west ★

✩ Unnamed Journey to the West AU > in where i shamelessly self-insert (kind of?)

mystreet ★

✩ Serenity Lives Next Door || Zane Ro'Meave x Reader (part i, part ii) > what happens when someone who takes your dream house unexpectedly lives next door?

✩ laurence zvahl x reader > you're confident in everything until it comes to your romantic feelings to one of your closest friends

hellaverse (helluva/hazbin) ★

✩ The Cowboy Ropes in a Bunny || Striker x Reader > so, here are the days in the life of one of the most famous camgirls in all of Hell—you. (part i)

undertale ★

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fnaf: security breach ★

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welcome home ★

✩ Bella Breeze Official Page > "For a cloud like her makes her Welcome Home's most laidback neighbor with a knack of flowers"

miscellaneous ★

✩ Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader (DISCONTINUED) (prologue, part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi) > a troll with a rock heart softens in the company of a certain cotton candy haired troll

✩ Chai? I Love Chai! || Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader > you surprise india's spiderman with your unexpected love and knowledge for indian cuisine!

personal ★

dnd ★

✩ Tia Valerie > my celebrity fire genasi celebrity oc

✩ Arcane > my scarred tiefling rogue oc who is doing their best to avenge their clan

self ★

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ocs ★

✩ Bella Breeze > my welcome home oc who is a cloud with a knack for flowers

✩ Stella > my fnafsb oc who is a star-themed animatronic that handles the fazbear theater

✩ He Xiulan > my lmk monkie oc who is the big sister of the younger monkeys in ffm

[coffee-master]

[Lego Monkie Kid Nezha x Ao Bing]

Ao Bing on the phone: Hi I’m at home, so I thought, maybe.. you could drop by, since you have free time? *smiles with excitement*

Nezha on the phone: Oh, yeah me, you.. your brothers and father playing video games together- Yhm yeah.. I can imagine-

Ao Bing on the phone: Oh no they are on deligation to west and south sea king-

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Ao Bing on the phone: Wait Nezha someone’s at the door- *opens the door*

Nezha breathless: So what.. video games..? *smiles*

Ao Bing: *basically drags Nezha into the room with a laugh*

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+Bonus Notes

Ao Bing family is not very found of Nezha.

Meanwhile Nezha's father adores Ao Bing.

[starsfic]

Summaries:

When Bill brings back Stan for Ford after his sudden death, Ford is unsure whether or not Stan was brought back correctly. Would he even be able to tell with the years between them? (Spoilers, yes he is, his bullshit meter is just on.)

There is a thirst account for Qi Xiaotian, the Monkie Kid, and there is a thirst account for Red Son. Both men run the other account secretly, admitting their dirtiest fantasies about their rival to Twitter. And then Xiaotian slips up. Smut.

AU where to promote his garage chain, Wukong recruits his nephew Red to be a sexy model in the ads. Qi Xiaotian's YouTube recommendations are suddenly full of this one garage chain's ads.

The celebration of his and Penelope's anniversary is chaotic enough on its own, with it being the first anniversary in a long while. Adding the goddesses of love and marriage into the mix, plus your patron and your ancestor makes it even more chaotic.

Smut AU, where Shadowmane is going through a very rough patch in their marriage and, separately, ends up starting an affair with cute next-door neighbor Sun Wukong. Wukong is just assuming that they're poly and is excited for threesomes eventually.

Ghost AU where Chimera finds themselves the marriage counselors of Lionpeach- Azure killed Wukong and wants to win him back. Wukong just wants their drama to not affect the cute newlyweds.

AU where Sun Wukong is a new guard of the Jade Palace. It's a little weird that it seems like he's the only guard and he can't remember how he got the job, but it's fine. The emperor, Azure, hangs around a lot.

AU spin-off of Ladybug, where Sabine calls PIF to help her get revenge on the school. Marinette's whole expulsion was done improperly and reeks of issues that need some...discussion.

TMNT, my incarnation: In the wake of learning about Splinter's real identity, Leo and Raph struggle with deciding on how to handle it. (Or, according to @stylishbutdefinitelyillegal, Hamato Saki earns the Worst Uncle award.)

TMNT, my incarnation: After learning that Hamato Yoshi is their human DNA, Mikey sneaks to an art auction of Yoshi's work and ends up learning a bit more about Baron Draxum.

The anniversary of the founding of Frankie's cereal is coming up, and with the sudden boom in popularity, Frankie is determined to make it great, even with all the cartoon-y and horrific antics that the cast gets up to.