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hugsandchaos · 8 months ago

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I had to write this super quick! I hope you like it!

“Come on, hurry! It’s just up ahead!” Pinkie said. Macaque followed behind her with a pretty irritated expression, but Pinkie knew that he wasn’t actually mad at her. He continued walking at the same pace behind her, even as she quite literally hopped ahead.

“I’m coming.” Macaque complained. He tried to ignore the multitude of shocked and intimidated ponies staring at him, but it was starting to get irritating. He couldn’t deny that being feared was often amusing, especially when creatures would scramble to get out of his way, but every time he glanced back, he was still being stared at with mixed emotions of fear, confusion, and shock. His concealed six ears didn’t pick up many sounds of movement from the brightly colored ponies behind him for a while after he passed them, further proving just how much of an impact Macaque’s presence was having.

Honestly, don’t they know it’s rude to stare so much? Haven’t they seen a monkey before?

Macaque was used to going unnoticed, being perceived as invisible even when he was right next to someone. At first, he hated it, but then he grew to find comfort in hiding in the shadows. It gave him cover from the eyes of the wrong people, ensuring his safety. It gave Macaque a bigger advantage of stealth, and when he mastered the use of his shadow magic, a part of him felt complete. This was the opposite. He was in broad daylight, being stared at by many. He was exposed. To say that he was unfazed by it would be a lie, but then again, Macaque was pretty good at lying and masking.

When he noticed the almost too happy and bubbly pony get further ahead, a tiny part of him was relieved to have an excuse to pick up the pace. Macaque briefly put more speed into his steps and caught up in only a few strides. The ground beneath him was obviously dirt, but each step honestly felt more like something else. Not exactly concrete or steal, but just something more flat and even than dirt. Although, maybe the roads were just well maintained and kept as even and flat as possible for easy cart transport.

Whatever the case, Pinkie switched from hopping to walking, lifting a hoof up to point as they turned a corner.”Look, we’re almost there!” She cheered. As the dark simian followed, the building caught his eye immediately. He slowed down a little bit as he stared at it confused, almost ignoring the ponies ahead gasping and backing away. Almost.

The gingerbread themed roof with fake icing and small candies stood out sharply against the other houses and buildings. The pillars holding the cover above the doorway looked like candy canes, and there was even a room at the very top that looked like a cupcake. It was obviously all fake and not real, but it still surprised him a little with how well-made it was.

“I’m guessing the icing design took a while?” He asked.

“Yep! Luckily, the roof itself is very stable and very safe, so the nice construction workers really only struggled with the amount of paint they needed! We actually hired a few bakers and painters to help get the perfect look!” Pinkie replied. Macaque questioned how much that must’ve been, but decided not to ask. He gave his head a light shake and returned his gaze to the road ahead. Pinkie didn’t seem to notice the way the other ponies would react when they saw Macaque, or maybe she wasn’t concerned about it. And frankly, he shouldn’t be worried about it either.

Macaque fixed his gaze on the door to the building, which was split into two. Like sideways trapdoors instead of a solid door. The top one was open like a window, but the second one was closed. There were a few small steps leading up to it, and he guessed he’d need to duck his head a little to fit through the doorway. Reaching the building, Pinkie trotted ahead of him and pushed the lower part of the door for him. Before he could thank her, she turned to him and opened her mouth to speak.

“Wait right here, I just want to make sure the kitchen is nice and clean!” She said. The dark simian nodded. Pinkie went inside and closed the second trapdoor, but left the top one open so he could still look inside. He decided not to, though, and turned his body around to look out at the town and pass the time.

There were still a big number of ponies staring at him, eyes wide and mouths agape. Little ones were either hiding behind their parents or making slow attempts to get closer only to be pulled back by their parents. That uncomfortable feeling of being exposed came back to Macaque. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall.”Can I help you?” He asked.

Many of the ponies took this warning and hurried back to whatever they were doing, but there were still some staring at him, mostly young ones. He shouldn’t be letting their gazes get to him, but they were starting to. He was starting to get a little tense. Macaque glanced between the houses and stands around in yet another attempt to ignore them. He’s seen houses like them before, made of largely wood, stone, and probably white concrete or something. They were in pictures of human history books. What was the time period again? The medieval period? That sounded right, but he wasn’t entirely sure.

There were fruits, berries, and vegetables of all kinds being sold on the streets. No meat, though. He wasn’t surprised, they’re herbivores, after all. Suddenly, Pinkie opened the bottom part of the door and smiled up at him.”Okay, you can come in now!” She said. The corner of Macaque’s mouth twitched upwards in a small smile as he silently turned around. The pink pony backed up to let him in, and he was happy to be out of sight of the crowd.

Inside, the floor was a nice blue-green color, and there was a circular carpet that was a shade lighter than the floor. There was a set of stairs on the other side of the room leading up, and a glass case display of elaborately decorated baked goods. When he heard a small gasp, he turned his head to the right. Sitting at a wooden table were five other ponies staring at him. Great.

One of them was an “earth pony” with a light orange coat and yellow mane and tail tied up near the ends. Macaque had only been around the species for a while, but he guessed that they were a woman, or mare. She wore a cowboy hat, which was honestly a little bit silly in. To her right was a blue Pegasus with rainbow hair, and to her left was a white unicorn with a styled purple mane and tail. A purple unicorn sat next to the blue pegasus. Her name was mostly darker than her coat except for the streak of pink. And finally, there was a second pegasus with a yellow coat and pink mane and tail. She seemed to be not only looking at him with surprise, but also... fascination?

Pinkie jumped onto the table and lifted a hoof the gesture towards him.”Everypony, meet my new good friend, Macaque!” She said cheerfully. Macaque briefly lifted a hand to give them a lazy wave, showing off his signature grin.

“Hey, there.” He said. A moment later, the blue pegasus was in the air. She quickly flew closer to him, which was both unexpected and very unwelcome. He took a step back.

“Woah! Cool fur!” She said, briefly circling around him.”It looks like you could blend in with the shadows like a ninja! Is that battle armor?” She asked.

This... wasn’t what he expected.

Macaque mirrored her movements whenever she tried to get a look behind him. He didn’t want to have his back exposed to someone he hardly knew. She kept trying, though, until she was suddenly pulled back with a yelp.

The orange earth pony had the end of her tail in her mouth, pulling her away from Macaque. She spat it out once she was a good distance away.”Simmer down, Rainbow Dash. Some like their personal space.” She said. She averted her eyes to focus on the dark simian, now much calmer than a few seconds ago and smiling politely.”It’s nice to meet ya, Macaque. Ah’m Applejack.” The earth pony said, stretching out a hoof.

Macaque stood like an idiot for a second before coming closer and grabbing her hoof to shake.”Nice to meet you too. Pinkie’s told me a lot about you guys. Or gals, I guess I should say.” He said. He looked at the pegasus still hovering next to him.”Rainbow Dash, right?” He asked.

That question seemed to give her a big of a confidence boost since she puffed out her chest proudly.”Yep, that’s me! I’m guessing you didn’t just hear me from Pinkie Pie because of how awesome, I am?” She asked. Macaque barely stuffled a chuckle.

“Applejack literally just said your name.” He said.

“Oh.” Rainbow said.

“Why doesn’t he have white fur?”

Macaque snapped his head in the direction of the small voice. The yellow pegasus yelped seeing him suddenly look at her and ducked beneath the table.”I heard that, you know.” He said. How did she even know about the white fur? He hasn’t let his glamour down since he arrived in this world, nor has he told anyone. The pegasus slowly peeked above the table.

“I’m-I’m sorry. It’s just that... You said your name is Macaque, and macaque monkeys usually have white or silver fur...” She whispered.

Macaque felt like an idiot. It was true, macaque monkeys had white or silver fur, so he should’ve expected that assumption.“Well, I’m not your everyday macaque monkey. My fur’s always been black.” He said, the half-lie rolling off his tongue as easy as the truth. Pinkie groaned from on top of the table and sat down impatiently.

“Ugh, hurry up with the introductions! I wanna learn the recipe!” She said. The other ponies looked at her unsurprised. Macaque hadn’t known the pink pony for very long, but she’d interrupted his days and stuck by him enough times for him to guess that this wasn’t abnormal. Especially if the ones she claimed to be “the best of the best of best friends” were just as unfazed as him by this.

The purple unicorn cleared her throat and calmly approached him, carrying an air that almost reminded Macaque of professionalism. She stopped next to Applejack.”Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle. It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Macaque.” She said calmly, extending her hoof. Macaque knew himself to be judgy, but she did a good job of first impression. Polite, calm, and confident. He shook her hoof.

“The feeling is mutual.” He said. He glanced over at the white unicorn also coming over to say hi, with the yellow pegasus following closely behind. He didn’t really like how they were slowly lining up and getting close to him, but he didn’t let it show. Besides, Pinkie said lots of good things about them, and he trusted her now.

“Rarity’s the name!” The unicorn said, striking a pose dramatically. The yellow pegasus peeled out from beside her, glancing nervously between him and the floor.

“My name is Fluttershy.” She barely murmured. Rarity turned to her and patted her head with one of her hooves to try to comfort her.

“Darling, I think you should speak up just a little bit.” She said.

Macaque shook his head.”No need, I heard her pretty well.” He said. He thought of what to say next, but then Pinkie leapt off the table and sprinted past him and into the kitchen.

He knew that if it was any other friend, she would’ve grabbed their hand, or hoof, and pull them along, but she understood pretty quickly that he didn’t like being touched. At least without warning. So she frequently stopped herself from hugging him or grabbing his hand, and would actually show some physical restraint when she was especially happy to see him or if she was proud of him. Macaque didn’t understand how someone could be that eager to show physical affection, but with the amount of times he’d have to hit people to get them to stop disrespecting the “no touching without asking” rule, Macaque couldn’t help but appreciate Pinkie’s self control.

“Okay, now let’s go! You’ve got to show me how you make that really tasty plum tea!” She exclaimed, already in the kitchen in the room behind him. Macaque let out a very brief chuckle under his breath. It was surprisingly amusing how much she wanted to learn it. He shook his head — out of amusement — and followed her. He walked into the kitchen, and he once again ducked his head to fit through the doorway. Pinkie was practically vibrating with excitement. Was his tea really that good?

“Alright, let’s get the ingredients.” He said.

I saw fanart of macaque and pinkie once, I don't remember who the artist was

Also, might change pinkie's design

#mlp #my little pony #mlp g4 #my art #pinkie pie #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #twilight sparkle #applejack #rainbow dash #fluttershy #rarity #I keep seeing Pinkie doing literally anything to prevent herself from hugging macaque when he has a character development moment #macaque will accept a hug from her at some point #don’t worry #lmk macaque

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itsabouttimex2 · 5 days ago

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Could you write something for shadowpeach with yandere wukong? Maybe it takes place right after wukong sees macaque for the first time since he killed him or maybe it takes place during season 4 when wukong gets trapped inside the scroll and sees their relationship before he killed macaque and once he gets out of the scroll he got full on yandere? :3

(Hai, im rlly sorry. i just realized i sent this originally when your inbox was closed. im super sorry😭)

(Hey, no big deal! It’s sweet that you remembered your request!)

Lost and Found

“…you hurt a lot of people,” the Great Sage starts, plucking at the hair around his wrists, “and you don’t even feel bad, huh?”

“I’ve got nothing to feel bad for,” returns his rival, rolling a drupe pit between his palms- a remnant of the peaches that Sun Wukong so adores. “None of this was my fault.”

It’s hard to tell whether or not Macaque is being sincere right now- he’s more guarded now than ever before, even as rays of sunlight spill softly across his pitch-black fur and his stomach fills with sweet fruit.

He’s like shattered obsidian, inky blackness casting rainbows in the glinting light.

“Bud, you made a deal with the literal most powerful demon in the world, and didn’t even try to-

“Keep this up,” cuts in the umbrakinetic, “and I’m gonna leave.”

Wukong springs to his feet suddenly, crushing a few pink-white petals under his reckless soles, squashed into mangled clumps of cellulose under the reckless monkey- then crushes a few dozen more as he charges to Macaque and slings himself over the startled simian.

“No, no, no! Bud, you said we would-“

“Get off me! Dammit, I’m not some kind of toy!”

“No! Lay down and listen to me!”

Macaque struggles under Wukong’s iron grip, his claws digging into golden arms as the tension between them crackles like static. The multi-eared monkey snarls, his claws scraping at Wukong’s clothes and fur, but the Great Sage’s skin is long hardened by fire and trial- it remains unblemished.

“Listen,” Wukong huffs, his voice trembling somewhere between desperation and long-baked sorrow. “You can’t just walk away every time someone calls you out! That’s not how this works, Mac! That’s not how we work!”

Macaque’s pupils narrow to slits, his breath heavy as he glares into Wukong’s golden eyes. The sunlight dances on them, warm and radiant. “You think- you think a little chat will make ‘us’ work? ‘Us’ never worked!”

“It can! We can make this work, if you would just try!”

Macaque stills, his claws frozen mid-scratch against Wukong’s wrist. The afternoon sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting fractured patterns across their fur. For a moment, the only sound is the wind rustling the petals around them.

He gives, eventually. The sable simian huffs and deflates under his old mate’s grip, going slack against the meadow’s grass.

There’s a moment where Macaque leans in, ruffled black fur thrown askew with effort and sweat, still flecked with debris from the Lady Bone Demon’s final push for utter “perfection”.

He’s tired, worn, spent from battle and spent from a lifetime of old regrets circling his heart.

But he’s still Macaque.

“…not in a thousand years, Wukong.”

Even though the rejection is tempered, the king wilts under it, golden fur dimming under the weight of his mate’s refusal.

“Mac... you can’t just-“

“I can. I make my own choices now, Wukong,” the darker monkey snaps, lips pulling back to reveal his sharp canines- a threat, if the matter is pushed.

...but the king just can’t let this go. Not after centuries spent waiting and wanting.

“...there’s no one else who can protect you.”

A harsh snort comes from Macaque’s creased snout, the unpleasant sound smoothing into chuckles.

“From what, O’ Great Sage? What do I need to protected from?”

“The Celestial Realm, bud. You think they haven’t already figured out who you threw your lot in with? That you made a deal with the Lady Bone Demon?”

A pause, sharp and stiff- he’s hit a nerve.

“...they wouldn’t. Not after I helped defeat her. Not after I put my life on the line,” he almost pleads, as though the court could hear his defenses. “They wouldn’t.”

“After what they did to me? You’re not off the menu, bud- you never are. Not after you’ve wronged the Celestial Court.”

There’s a dread rush of panic that starts to race through Macaque’s cold veins, an icy chill radiating slowly through his skin.

“They wouldn’t.”

Right after he says it, Wukong signs and rolls off of Macaque, offering a hand to help him up.

“They never let go, bud. The moment we sieged their home, there was no way they’d ever stop looking for a way to ‘repay’ us.”

His old rival sits up with panic in his shrouded eyes, slapping away Wukong’s hand.

“No,” he snaps, bolting upright under a shower of plink petals. “You’re right. They won’t. Which means I-“

“You’re leaving,” the king sighs. “You’re running away, again. You’re gonna leave me, just like every one always does.”

Macaque pulls his face into a nasty sneer, dark and creased. “You don’t get to try and pull me into some little pity part, Monkey King. Not after you put me in the ground.”

To his surprise, one of Wukong’s golden eyes twitch, lit with a sudden anger.

“You know what? No. No, you aren’t going anywhere,” the monkey snaps, snaring one of Macaque’s wrists in his hand. “Not until you’ve actually started to change. You spent five centuries down in the underworld and don’t even start to think “Hey, maybe there’s a reason I ended up down here?!” Not even for a second, Macaque?!”

The umbrakinetic pulls back a little, eyes wide with surprise at having his usual shit-slinging slung back at him.

“That’s not- shut your damn mouth. I don’t deserve to be yelled at, and-“

“Did I “deserve” to be alone under a mountain for five hundred years after one fight? Did I “deserve” to be abandoned while I was fighting the Jade Emperor? Did I “deserve” to be collared by the Celestial Realm while you got to run around wreaking havoc?”

Things are going wrong, Macaque faintly realizes. He’s not usually the one get reamed out for centuries old mistakes, a dynamic he was quite fond of- Wukong takes all the blame, and he slinks off to hide in the shadows. That’s what he likes.

And he realizes more and more with each passing second that things are going further south- especially when he see the way that Wukong’s hand dips into his pocket.

From it, he procures a gleaming circlet.

No. No. No.

It’s wound with the image of branching vines and flowers, a step up from Wukong’s own in term of design- perhaps someone had grown bored with it

The golden hoop exudes a warm, almost soothing aura- it’d be calming if Macaque didn’t know what it could do.

But he knows almost everything about it. He knows how it works. He knows who made it.

Guanyin.

She had been like a mother to the Monkey King during his short stay in the Celestial Realm, one of the very few gods that he thought of fondly- and one of the even fewer who looked on him fondly in turn.

“My dear Monkey,” she had cooed to the intruding demon, both her warm hands cusping his furry cheeks, “what have you come for today?”

“Guanyin, I… I found my old mate,” he admitted to her, his palms nervously clasping over her own. “And I don’t know what to do. I want him back, but...”

“Oh, my little pilgrim... you wish to reunite with... wasn’t his name Macaque, then? Well, if you do desire this... shadowy little imp... I will lend you my aid.”

Her head had dipped forehead, lips gentle on his forehead, a blessing born of warmth and love- a blue sigil etches across the skin-warmed spot, riding the king good luck and protection. “Anything for you, my dear Monkey. Take my blessings, and take this... this circlet. I trust that you will do good with them.

But Macaque hadn’t know that.

That Wukong had a plan all along, that it was backed up by an adoring goddess of mercy, that he had a damned tightening fillet from the start and was never above using it-

All he knows at this moment, frozen in place form shock- is the tightness around his forehead as Wukong snaps the hoop into place.

“We can still fix this, Moonbeam. I’m not losing you again.”

#Romantic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Macaque #Guanyin #Shadowpeach #The thought of Guanyin as a platonic enabler for her dear Wukong hits hard NGL #Or maybe even being a yandere herself who just wants all her ‘dear children’ to be happy

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months ago

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How do the courts react to Haoyu? I mean, this is the youngest stone monkey in existence and also looks like, in Pigsy's words "a Lisa Frank" piece and a mixture of Spicynoodles, so...

Haoyu arrives + Royal court confusion.

For those confused by the "Lisa Frank" comment; Haoyu has been imbedded with the power of the Five Heavenly (or Five-Coloured) Stones, and comes out with bits of rainbows in his features - notably his eyes. Add in Red Son's absorbed life energy, and you've got a ginger-furred baby monkey (reference pic is a langur) who sneezes rainbow fire.

The celestial and demon courts are jubilant, if not very confused. Haoyu's birth is the greatest news all of the Celestial Realm has had in months since the passing of the Jade Emperor. But the knowledge that the parents of said child is the Emperor's recently-recognised half-bull grandson + the surprise stone monkey successor of Sun Wukong = makes everyone baffled at the same time.

The Queen Mother has gone all out on the celebration ever since she learned that both parent and baby were safe and healthy. She's been planning the whole event for at least five weeks. Xiwangmu's great-grandson is the shining light of the universe as far as she's concerned!

MK shows up to the royal birth announcement wearing sweatpants cus monkey boy be exhausted. Red Son appears in traditional court attire, happily showing off MK and the baby like they both didn't just roll out of bed that morning. Also his big royal robe makes a great impromptu blanket once the three of them become too tired with the festivities.

Haoyu himself is still in "will not stop clinging to mom or will scream"-stage of development. So if a hard-headed noble or servant tried to take the baby off of MK; they get hit with the loudest screeching a barely-1-pound baby monkey can make. And a near-death experience courtesy of all baby's protective family members. MK has to stop Xiwangmu from reflexively tossing the offender off a cloud.

Many of the celestials and trusted demons of the party at first assume Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque to be MK's parents, only to be shocked to be introduced to a stout pig-man and a gangly human scholar.

Tang, proudly: "He takes more after me, as you can see." MK & Pigsy: (*fond sighs*)

Wukong and Macaque still proudly refer to Haoyu as their "grand-student". Especially Macaque ever since the baby saw his real ears and started making his own wiggle and glow as some sort of wordless communication - Mei calls it "baby rave mode".

DBK is trying his best not to cry or explode out of his clothing. Haoyu isn't even the size of a human baby, and the old Bull sobs whenever he sees him. Haoyu loves his big purple Yeye Bull, and has started doing little calf-headbutts to greet him. DBK would destroy heaven itself for this little orange puffball.

DBK and Xiwangmu have also come to a tentative agreement; even though the Queen Mother didn't approve of the method in which DBK and PIF eloped, he's still the better of her son-in-laws (Li Jing has been kicked down the celestial food chain ever since the incident with the Stones).

PIF is busy making her presence known since this is her first time presenting to the celestial court in centuries. She's worse than Red for showing off MK and the baby; bragging to any curious ear that dare listens.

PIF, talking to another noblewoman: "Well clearly Xiaotian and my son would produce the first great-grandchild! Red Son has had an infatuation for the boy ever since they met!" Red Son, embarrassed: "Mother!" MK, laughing: "Aww!! Babe! You had a crush on me?" Red Son: "MK, we're legally married with a baby." MK, giggling: "Still!"

Nezha's hackles are raised, watching over MK's shoulder like a guard dog. Not only keeping to his duty as Protector of Children - but also because part of the ceremony is him giving Haoyu his 100-day blessing (his Man Yue was a lot smaller and personal). It's a big deal for him. Erlang thankfully provides him some backup. At least the little guy isn't keen on being anywhere not attached to his parents anytime soon.

At the end of the day Mei and the rest of the Noodle Gang manage to distract the party so MK and Red can get out of there and relax. it's been a busy day for these two, and an even bigger one for the baby.

Xiwangmu goes searching for them frantically after noticing her Grandson and Grandson-in-law missing from the party. She finds them curled up in their guest room with little Haoyu snoring away between them. She quietly grants them her blessing and leaves the three sleep on. Her little rainbow quartz has a big universe to see.

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imsoquarky · 1 year ago

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Cat-Coded Macaque

I saw a picture of a kitten while scrolling on Pinterest and immediately thought of him (Admittedly, my Macaque design is still inconsistent, just like my ROTTMNT designs used to be)

I got a version with rainbow ears for shits n' gigs, too.

(Original image below the cut)

♠️ - ��️ - ♥️ - ♦️

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #lmk fanart #lmk macaque #the six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk liu er mihou #my artwork #art by quarky

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violetjedisylveon · 1 year ago

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Shadowpeach kid!

Her name is Sun Chao-Xing, her nickname is Lychee.

This is an au where Wukong and Macaque have kid and don't hate each other and Macaque didn't really die. I'll expand on that more eventually.

She was born/hatched ~16 years before the events of the show. Her scarf is her favorite thing in the world and when she doesn't have it on her she has it in her shadow. Her dads made it for her.

She likes to draw and bake and generally likes activities where she can get her hands dirty, when she's older she gets into ceramics and acting. She's a very messy little monkey.

She is 100000% a lesbian and it was extremely obvious from a very young age.

She is already super immortal because she almost died already and she's got two protective monkey dads set on that not happening again. Wukong and Macaque did rampage through heaven 2 to show everyone their new baby, and to politely ask(i.e. demand) for some peaches of immortality, and maybe some other things to make sure their kid doesn't die.

She's got stunted growth and is in general just a lot smaller because her egg cracked and that'll do some damage, that's why she's got thermoregulation trouble. The second tail is just a genetic thing, kinda like having multiple fingers, her body just forgot it already made a tail and made another while she was developing.

Her second tail,(the right side tail), is shorter, thinner and slightly weaker than her first tail(left side tail), but she can use it just like the other one without too much difficulty. She is ambidextrous but naturally leans more left handed. Because she is small and short, she will stand on her tails to be taller. Also cause it's cute, I made her ears too big for her head.

She has laser eyes just like Wukong, and she uses them for food based shenanigans. She can be a little dramatic at times, she got that from Macaque and she's a very good little actor.

Most of her powers are from her dads, but she is naturally good with healing magic, she uses it to help the other monkeys when they get hurt, and she can hide herself from being detected by messing with energy signatures, which gave her dads many premature grays. She also got some powers accidentally from her grandmother (Nuwa).

She's absolutely a rainbow baby, there were lots of failed attempts before she came along, and she's a sunrise twin, cause her twin died before birth. They were fraternal btw, two eggs.

I'm not gonna lie, I really love drawing Chao-Xing, she's so cute!

I've got lots more ideas for her and stuff of her with her dads planned!

*I changed her base eye color to be darker like Macaque's

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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mythologyfolklore · 2 months ago

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Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: TW: mention of genocide, self-harm (kinda) and mutilation)

Chapter Twenty-nine: The Great Sage speaks with the Little Sage

Later, as the two groups made their beds, Liù'ěr Míhóu approached Zhū B��jiè with an unusual request: “Hey. Mind if tonight I rest on that big belly of yours?”

Zhū Bājiè looked at him like he'd just gone even crazier. Understandable.

Just when the six-eared monkey thought he'd broken the pig's brain, the latter finally asked: “But … what about my snoring?”

“I've grown used to it and found it has the benefit of drowning out all the background noise and giving me something to focus on. And since you don't toss or turn in your sleep, I don't have to worry about tumbling off.”

Bājiè's face grew even more doubtful. “And my stink doesn't bother you either?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu shrugged: “I'm gonna tell you a secret, Third Brother: I have no sense of smell to speak of.”

“Aha.” Bājiè shrugged as well, then lay down and tucked himself in. “Alright, if you wanna, go ahead. It doesn't bother me.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu immediately climbed onto the the pig's giant rump, yawned and sprawled on his elder brother like a starfish.

“So”, he started right away. “You saw what I saw, right?”

Bājiè grunted: “What, the sensual tension between these two and that the great Èrláng Shén has feelings for our Eldest Brother, while Eldest Brother is feeling … something for the Illustrious Sage?”

“Oh, good, we are on the same page here! Do you also think this is kinda stupid?”

“Absolutely. These two gotta sort their shit out, Youngest Brother. Doesn't mean everything has to be sunshine and rainbows afterwards, but sorting out their shit would help them a lot. You know what I mean?”

The macaque chuckled: “Oh, yes. Sadly, it won't happen anytime soon that they sort their shit out and by the time they do, there will be a lot more shit to sort out.”

Bājiè groaned: “Ugh, they're both idiots!” The monkey felt him tense. “Please don't tell them I just said that.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu patted the belly beneath him in reassurance. “Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.”

“Thanks.”

“And I agree; they're both emotionally stunted dumbasses. Though in my opinion Èrláng Shén is even more of an emotionally stunted dumbass, because he'd rather repress his own feelings than get his head out of his arse, apologise and try to start from scratch.”

The pig chortled.

The macaque became pensive. “What a sad, sad man he is. He has my pity.”

Bājiè hummed in agreement, then started snoring.

Wow. Never seen someone fall asleep that fast before!

Oh well. That just meant the monkey could focus entirely on the two loveb- uh, the two rivals having a heart-to-heart at the nearby cliff under the moon. Because of course he had noticed how the Monkey King and Èrláng Shén had snuck away as the others had been settling down. Dorks.

They were approximately 50 feet away, enough for anyone else to not hear them (except for Liù'ěr Míhóu himself, of course).

It was a bit hard to tune out Bājiè's snoring, but for Liù'ěr Míhóu that wasn't much of a hindrance. He filtered it out to focus on the two men he wanted to listen in on.

For a while the god and the monkey sat in silence. Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear Èrláng Shén's heart race, while Wùkōng's heartbeat was calm.

In the end it was Sūn Wùkōng, who spoke first: “Ninety-eight percent.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ninety-eight percent. Forty-six thousand. That's how many of my grandchildren are lost. Over 25 000 of my children burned to death, another 15 000 starved to death or left, and a few thousands more were killed by poachers. Just in case you wanted to know.” Wùkōng's voice was flat. But he needed no accusatory tone to get his point across.

When Èrláng responded, his voice was subdued and sombre: “I see. Thank you for telling me. I … I didn't know I killed so many. I didn't even realise there was no army to defeat, until I saw all the dying civilians.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear the nigh inaudible crunch of his fellow disciple's claws digging into the rock under his fingers.)

“… You didn't know I had no army.”

“No. When I received my order to exterminate your kin for your crimes against Heaven …”

“What did they say?”

“Huh?”

Wùkōng sounded impatient: “What did they tell you? How did they word it?”

A sigh. “… 'Go and wipe out that accursed monkey's troop'. That's what my uncle said. Considering your crimes against Heaven, that would have meant wiping out your entire clan. Since you have none, I though it meant your army, as it does for humans. It was only after the crime was committed, that I learned from Golden Cicada that 'troop' is the monkey equivalent to 'clan'. But of course by then it was too late.” A bitter snort. “I would have asked them to give me fifty whip lashes for every murdered civilian, but I didn't even know how many monkeys died. So I had Golden Cicada burn my back with Samadhi Fire instead.”

“I didn't know you knew Golden Cicada personally.”

“They were my best friend from my childhood, until they reincarnated.”

“Oh.” There was the sound of someone shifting along the ground. “Can I see it? The scar. I just feel like seeing proof that you felt some of my babies' pain-”

There was the rustling of clothes, as Èrláng Shén complied with the request. “Here. Can you see it in the dark?”

“Yes.”

A few seconds of silence later, Èrláng Shén gasped, his breathing trembled and his heartbeat quickened.

Sūn Wùkōng sounded focussed, as he examined the burns. “This looks really bad. Much worse than the burns I got from Hóng Hái'er. Or Shàncái, as he's known now. Maybe you've met him? Guānyīn's newest disciple?”

“Yes, I have met him. Of course it looks worse, Golden Cicada and I had much more time to perfect our True Samadhi Fire.”

“But it's been 500 years, these burns should have been healed by now! Or did Golden Cicada not …?”

“No. I asked them not to. No one healed your subjects, why should I have that privilege? Golden Cicada didn't like my logic at all, but they complied.”

“… Does it still hurt?”

“No.”

(Liar.)

“I don't believe you. There is no way that doesn't hurt.”

A slightly annoyed groan. “Alright, fine. It hurts like Dìyù, especially when a living furnace of a person touches it! Happy?”

“No, but it's better than a lie. Isn't it uncomfortable, when these bandages rub against the skin?”

“I'm not taking them off, just so you can-!”

“I don't want to see your breasts, dammit! What the fuck, gawking at naked people is gross!”

“Well, tell that to all the creeps I've caught spying on me, while I bathed!” A short pause. Then an amendment: “Or don't. Because I killed them all. And no one will ever find the bodies, because I made a quick buck selling them on the black market.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear the sinister smile in Èrláng's voice.)

The Monkey King chortled: “Yeah, that sounds like something you'd do!”

“Hey! They had it coming! Unlike …” He didn't finish that sentence, but it was clear, who he was referring to.

(Awkward silence, part three.)

Then Èrláng spoke, solemnly: “Great Sage. I want you to know, that I never once have been proud of my actions. Never. If I could reverse them and bring back your grandchildren, I would.”

There was a gulp and a slight hitch in Sūn Wùkōng's breath, before he replied in a clipped voice: “… Good.”

Suddenly there was a sniffle, which seemed to concern Èrláng. “Great Sage?”

“Can you swear to never hurt them again?”, Sūn Wùkōng croaked, clearly trying and failing not to cry. “I-I'll give you anything, anything you want, if only you promise me! Promise me, that you'll never hurt my babies again!”

“You don't need to plead, nor offer me anything at all, Great Sage. There are only two things I want in this world and you cannot give them to me.”

“ … Oh.”

“But I can give you this: I, Yáng Jiăn, Èrláng Shén, the True Monarch and Illustrious Sage, swear; that I will never again enter your territory with harmful intent, never again harm anyone under your protection, nor forget the wrong I did. The heavens, the earth and the Dìyù are my witnesses. And if I ever break this oath, then … uhhh …” His solemn tone turned awkward, as he couldn't think of a punishment.

But the Monkey King seemed to have an idea: “If you break your oath, your pretty hair will fall out!”

“M-my hair?!?”

“Your hair!”

“D-does it have to be that?”

“Well, your hair seems to be very important to you, so yes!”

After a sharp inhale, Èrláng conceded, teeth-gnashingly: “… Fine. If I ever break this binding oath, my hair shall fall out. Happy?”

“Quite.”

“… My beautiful hair …”

“There, there”, Sūn Wùkōng cooed mockingly. “Let this be an incentive not to break your promise!”

Èrláng grumbled: “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want! I'd love to see your face, if you ever lost all your fur!”

The Monkey King mock-gasped: “But Little Sage! Without my fur, I would be … naked! Do you really want to see me like that?”

“… I walked into that one, didn't I?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu struggled not to laugh out loud and alert everyone to his wakefulness.)

“…”

“… Well? Something else to say, Little Sage?”

Èrláng seemed to be thinking, whether he should say it or not. (Judging by his heartbeat, which was getting quicker again, he was flustered.)

After a while he mumbled: “You know, I hope we can battle again one day. Without any arrests or Lăozi ruining it, of course. I … I really enjoyed fighting you.”

When Sūn Wùkōng, there was a smile in his voice: “Yeah, I admit that was pretty fun. Tell you what, if I ever feel better about you, I'll let you know and we'll have a friendly spar. Just you and me, without that old man being a buzzkill.”

“In a barren landscape, where we can go all out and engage in immortal combat and never give in, until finally one or even both of us collapse from exhaustion, or has to leave because something came up?”

“Obviously.”

“I'd love that.”

“And don't worry; I won't make any inappropriate sex jokes on the battlefield again!”, the monkey teased.

(Liù'ěr Míhóu was confused – inappropriate sex jokes on the battlefield? He hadn't heard anything of that! – but decided to keep listening.)

Èrláng Shén groaned: “Ugh, don't remind me! I can't believe you did that! A bustard, are you kidding me? Of all the transformations! You might as well have held up a sign that said 'slut and proud'!”

(Ohhhh, that kind of inappropriate sex joke!)

The Monkey King snickered: “Well, actually I'm not interested in the act itself and never was, so I'm not a slut, but I love myself a good joke! You should make a few too! Everybody loves a man with a good sense of humour!”

“I do have a sense of humour!”, the three-eyed god protested. “Just because it doesn't align with yours, doesn't mean it isn't there! You know what's funny to me? Getting my hands on someone who's wronged me or someone I care about, watching them grovel and beg for their lives, as I look down on them and laugh like the war criminal I am, before ripping them to shreds!”

Sūn Wùkōng's heartbeat went faster and his breathing grew a bit heavier.

“Holy fucking shit, that's hot!”, he whispered. “I hear stuff like that from Six Ears a lot, but for some reason it sounds so much better coming out of your mouth!”

(That's because you're simping for him!, Liù'ěr Míhóu thought drily. I'm going to tease you. I'm going to tease you relentlessly, until you're gonna wish for a hole you can hide in, but even that won't save you from my teasing!)

Èrláng chuckled: “Well, good to know that we're both bloodthirsty and battle-hungry madmen.”

“And I'm not ashamed to admit it! My Shīfù hates it though. 'Stop murdering people, you crazy apehead, killing is wrong', wah, wah, wah! I just kill the people, who are trying to kill him! Thing is, if he knows they're demons, he doesn't complain, but as soon as he thinks they're human, it's torture time! Sure, he has promised me not to do it again, but he's said that before and broken his word, and I don't believe him anymore! Was Golden Cicada like this?!”

“No”, answered Èrláng. “There was not one false joint in their exoskeleton. They had several shelves full of scrolls and books filled with promises made, just to make sure they wouldn't forget. But they could dish out some nasty punishments to people they felt deserved it. Aside from the True Samadhi Fire, they also possessed several powerful magical treasures.”

“What happened to them?”

“Golden Cicada entrusted them to Yùdĭng Zhēnrén for safe-keeping, to not be given to anyone but their 10th reincarnation. In other words, they belong to your master, if he wants them back. And my Shīfù is much more watchful and cautious with his possession than Lăozi and all the idiots, who can't watch their own pets.”

“Don't remind me! Ugh, they're so annoying! First the old man's assistants ran away with his shit, became demons and tried to eat my master, then the old man's bull ran away, turned into a demon and tried to eat my master, and don't even get me started on that time Guānyīn's goldfish got away, turned into a demon and-”

“Tried to eat your master.”

“Obviously. But I called her and she got him back. Looking back it was kinda funny, though. Bājiè got his arse handed to him by a goldfish!”

“He did?” Èrláng burst into laughter: “Hah! Oh man, I wish I had seen that, I really do! I will totally tell Cháng'é! She's going to love this!”

“But wait! There are more funny stories! You ever heard of the Empire of Women?”

“Of course, why?”

“Okay, so-”

He then proceeded to regale his former nemesis with the story of how his master and Bājiè had gotten themselves knocked up by a magic baby river.

(Èrláng Shén found it just as funny and ironic as Liù'ěr Míhóu had)

#journey to the west #liu'er mihou #zhu bajie #sun wukong #erlang shen #shameless jiankong

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Hello! First of all, I hope you are having an excellent day! Second, may I request some dating Macaque hcs?? Please and thank you!! ^^

Dating Macaque Headcanons~

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Notes: Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting, so sorry this took me so long, I've literally been writing this in a little notebook during my breaks at work lol

Hope this is to your liking, enjoy!

also, sorry if there's any spelling mistakes!

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To start off, I think we would all love to say dating Macaque would be sunshine and rainbows, he would love you and treat you perfectly

But let's be real here

Macaque is an asshole lmao

Even getting him to date you is a hassle itself

But let's not get into that atm

He loves you a lot, don't get me wrong, he just has a very, very hard time showing it

Depending where in the series we’re talking about it's going to be quite different, but let’s just assume this is after LBD, ‘kay?

‘Kay

During this time Macaque is a lot more likely to stay in one place with you

Yes, maybe that consists of him popping into your apartment every now and then, but you slowly start seeing things around your place that aren’t yours

Piles of clothes, food, a toothbrush, his scarf at one point, all that jazz

But, this domestic scene is very… forgein to him

He’ll gladly sit down and watch your favourite stupid, predictable TV show with you for hours, but he’ll critique it the entire time

He insists that he help you cook, even though he knows even less than you and it always turns out a mess

You don’t even have to ask him to go shopping with you, he’ll use his shadows to get there quickly but will just stand beside you as you shop, not helping whatsoever

As I said in the last post, Macaque is very touch starved

But he also hates it lol

He doesnt think he deserves your touches

You’re just so perfect, how could you ever be happy settling for him?

If your dating Macaque, you’ll definitely have to make a few changes in your day to day life

Starting with the physical changes

Not to you, of course

If you want him to sleep beside you you’ll have to push your bed against a wall if it isn’t already, or else he’s sleeping on the couch, peace out

You’ll have to get used to telling him where your going/where you are when not with him

Not in a creepy, possessive, stalker-y way, but because he’s the ‘Six Eared Macaque’, he’s got a lot of very old, and very powerful enemies

Granted, most of those enemies are on the good side and wouldn't stoop that low to get to him,,,,

Doesn't matter, he’s worried about you

Speaking of said heroes,

If you happen to be friends with MK and co. he’s not going to be very enthused

Especially if you talk to Wukong

Macaque wants to puke when you come home smelling like peaches

If you happen to run into them while with him, or they stop by while he’s there, things are going to be kinda awkward

Half of them are trying to talk to him, some are keeping a respectful distance, and some are glaring like he held them by the throat and forced them to take on this really obscure dangerous weapon that even its creator couldn't handle and that might have killed them and the entire world or sumthin

Idk

Anyway

HE’LL PUT ON SHADOW PLAYS FOR YOU!!!

He’ll teach you how to make certain shadow puppets, but like the normal way with your hands

His are always better but he has powers so it doesn't count

Before Macaque initiates any physical affection he will always ask

“Can I kiss you?” while holding your chin

“Can I hug you?” while physically holding himself from reaching for you

Along with that, he always makes sure you have a way out throughout everything

All you have to do is say ‘stop’ and he’ll pretend like it never happened

Macaque dreads the day you’ll finally wake up and realize you deserve so, so much better than him

He’s done despicable things in his long life, how can you love him knowing that? It’s really just a matter of time, he’s sure

But, even then, he’s going to savour every single moment he has with you

Macaque is just a little bit too selfish to have this end so soon

But, if you do decide to leave, he’ll let you

#lmk macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #macaque x reader #6 eared macaque #macaque headcanons #lmk macaque

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