#shard 🦈

[nikkiruncks]

I assume that you think about your fav ships all day every day

And you are right :)

[tea-potato-gt]

*Pissed off Fairy cursing* 🤬🧚🏼‍♀️🤬

The boys are just trying to figure out what to do with her🤭🫡 (Jon and his scars were so fun especially the shark bite 🦈 and for Cliff’s Tattoos I got lazy and just found some generic pirate tattoos online.🫣)

Closer and alternate Sylvia: Angry🤬 and Crying😭

Alternate design (no tattoos and scars, Jon just became a decade younger lol)

Transparent versions, if someone wants to color 🫣

Reference to this post

I made these for @kendsleyauthor & @marydublinauthor based on their characters from the book “Shot in the Dark.”

I went to their book signing and got my physical copies of Shot in the dark, Shards, Smoke and Mirrors, Heart Between Kingdoms, and The Restoration Program all signed thank you again @kendsleyauthor 🥰🫣😁🤭

[askameisha]

Drive: Hunger I thought I saw you say some posts ago to not say her name. Are you afraid of you know who to not say her name out loud?

Okay! Lore time with Tipsy!! ✨

First of all, I'd like to make it clear that the Valley of Echoes, my AU, is mostly based on dreams / nightmares of mine (shouldn't be a surprise, they all live in a place called “Dreamtide” after all hsgshsh)

Third, this AU isn't all about roses and friendship – There are many topics that can be sensitive to some people. Violence and gore are quite common; And it continues with mental illnesses, domestic abuse, mentions of depression, etc. etc...

This creature here is based on a dream I had about FNaF! In the earliest version of the story, there were originally three guardians to look after the children of Solveil: Alpha, Beta, and Charlie (This one rabbit up here is Charlie, yes). My brain was becoming a mush trying to think of a new design for those three, and then... BAM!! I already like to reference other works in my stories, so why not? If you see something familiar in the future and think "Hey, I think I've seen this somewhere before-” Well, maybe you're not wrong! This time, I based the design of this monstrosity on one of my favorite artworks – The Drawkill series.

So, here’s a glimpse of the Chimera Initiative! A project created by Solveil and Twilight to hunt for shards of the Elements of Harmony and the like. Again, if you are sensitive, I suggest not paying too much attention to the smaller details – There's a lot of dark stuff behind this tale!

There is still SO much I still want to show here! The girls' mother, some Dreamtide specific events, the new Cutie Mark Crusaders-- whoah! I've never felt so inspired!! 💪🦈✨

[headmate-lootbox]

Could I please get a trans-age (to and from any age) Dr. Glass (SCP), and a matching Dr. Cimmerian if you would like. Maybe they switched ages, but Dr. Cimmerian doesnt have to be trans-age at all. Making them fruity would be cute, but is not nessisary. Anything else is upto you.

Name;; Simon / Dr. Glass / Silent / Shards / Shire

Age/Modifier;; Chrono 38 / Transage OTY to 20

Gender;; Genderfluid / Gendereuclid / Glasslexic / Shardlexic

Pronouns;; They / Snap / Shard / Shatter / Clear / Light

Orientation;; Omniromantic / Aplatonicflux / Demisexual / Lycialterous

CisIDs;; CisAutistic / CisBPD / CisNPD / CisAmnesia / CisPTSD / CisVisionLoss

TransIDs;; NullBPD / NullPTSD / Transmute / Aracial

Paras;; 🦈 / 🦿 / 💐 / 💤

Role;; Therapist / Caretaker

Source;; SCP

Extra;; Comes with a free Cimmerian /silly

Name;; Jeremiah / Dr. Cimmerian / Cinnamon / Scorpius / Rylith

Age/Modifier;; Chrono 45 / Transage OTY to 24

Gender;; Agenderflux / Mascfluid / Genderketer

Pronouns;; He / Red / Burn / Spice / Bite / Call

Orientation;; Aromantic / Aplatonic / Asexual / Analterous

CisIDs;; CisASPD / CisPPD / CisADHD / CisPTSD / CisScars / CisAnorexia

TransIDs;; Transautisic / Transblasian / NullAnorexia / Permacollar / Permahyper

Paras;; 🚰 / 🫨 / 😶 / 🌛 / 👀

Role;; Overseer / Protector

Source;; SCP

Extra;; comes with a free Glass /silly

[shardssystem]

Hiii Shards! From the WIP thing:

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Hi! Thanks for the response!

🦈 At the moment, we’re currently juggling two: Downtime, and A Tale Of Two In The City. These are for Holiday In Eorzea and A Planeswalker Story respectively.

🤡 So the answer for this one varies a bit. Technically, only the two. But if you count ones that some amount of writing exists for, and have been put aside… 21. 😅

❤️ Aw, thanks! Sometimes it really feels like no one cares out there, so any kind of interaction feels much stronger. This isn’t exactly the most popular thing to be writing, so it’s not getting much of a look in. For example, my most popular work on AO3 is just past 200 views in three years (RIV Blaseball). The first part of A Planeswalker Story is at 60 views since it was published PRE-COVID (and written around 2018). So yeah, thanks.

[spacexcowgirl]

✨🎁🦈 for the ask game pls!!

hi kit 🫶🏻 ty for asking!

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

okay okay here’s a few 🫶🏻

this one bc not only was my writing complimented BUT so was my music taste which is. v important to me.

this one because you read a wip for me??? one i’ve sorely been neglecting?? you read all my works??? i’ll kiss u thank u.

idk there’s probably plenty more I just have a bad memory and did a lil scroll in my inbox and remember sending these ones to maggie like 🥺

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

uhhh i’ve been so bad about writing but. here’s a piece of the wm&hf next chapter.

He’s unpredictable. He’s a loose cannon. He’s dangerous.

At least, to someone like Regulus.

No, Regulus can’t afford to let any secrets slip to someone like Barty.

“Reggie Black,” Barty grins toothily, looking strikingly like a shark, like a predator honing in on its prey. Much like the Black family, Barty is all sharp edges; chiseled and defined in a way that the plastic surgeons back in LA try to recreate. In a way it’s different, though; Regulus is like a shard of broken glass, jagged but with an ability to cut that is always underestimated. Barty is a dagger, the handle too short to grip, the risk of bloodshed imminent and known. “We haven’t met yet.”

“Regulus,” Regulus corrects him with a short nod of his head. Barty just grins wider, like he expected Regulus to say that, and Regulus’ stomach flips uncomfortably. Barty doesn’t offer out his hand to shake, and Regulus is grateful for that.

idk i’m just really excited to write their dynamic bc this is a world where they haven’t known each other for ever, and regulus is fully under his mom’s thumb and always worried about his image, and barty isn’t good for his image. it’s fun and im just excited to show how that changes.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

for me, evan. always.

I struggle with him so much because i’m not entirely sure I have a clear concept of him :/ like i’m always a little worried that everyone is in on the secret of who he is but me.

but I am working on it!

fanfic writer asks <3

[mossymandibles]

Big shark man big shark man big shark man! Im excited, he looks amazing! so what did you change about the parasite?

Thanks! 🦈🦈🦈

Not too much I don’t think, mostly just the name and how it shows up.

Where I call a host completely taken over by the parasite a ‘Writhe’ I thought hey, ‘Scarlett Writhe’ sounds way better that ‘Scarlett Wurm’ in my opinion. Plus less random terms.

It’s still an arctic based wormy colony type parasite, integrating itself through blood streams first; hence Serkan’s glowing skin abrasions popping up, they’re similar to sores. Looking closely one could see they were somewhat crystalline, as if the sores held shards of squirmy red glass inside them.

I also made it where Serkan doesn’t look like a red porcupine with them sticking out his back all the time. That makes him easier to draw as well lol

I guess I need to make a little post for Scarlett Writhe since it’s a big part of Sylvaine and Serk’s story.

[fluideli123]

[Original Ask Post]

🦈Tell us the name of your/one of your WIP(s)

While my inspiration has been low these past few years (2021 doesn't feel like 2-3 years ago) and I've been bouncing through different fandoms, there are SO many WIPs that have sprouted up, half formed. Some are short stories such as Alberto (Luca) learning the violin and working through his trauma through the art of music, fics about Macaque and MK (Lego Monkie Kid) and how their relationship is the most profound. To long fics of diving into Sonic Prime's world-building through deeper lore and shit gets explained across multiverses as to why the franchise's multiverses are as they are. Not to mention the original stories such as The Fox and Eagle.

But one I'd like to share is my one and only (started) fic idea for the video-game series God Of War that is placed between GOW 2018 and GOW: Ragnarök. It would follow the side quest of the Ring Of Andvari that would follow how Sindri and Atreus lost the ring between games, as mentioned during a battle with a Soul Eater in Vanaheim within GOW: Ragnarök.

The title is "All That is Gold Does not Glitter" which is not only a connection to my other obsession's poem (Lord of the Rings) but also to a saying that means in one way or another that "something may not be as good or as valuable as it first appears." Which ties into why Sindri and Atreus lose the ring, what causes these events to unfold in the first place and how they connect to how Atreus had found the ring in GOW 2018.

I obviously am not a complex writer who researches lore and connects things a lot, what do you mean./s

Anyway, just because I can, I'll share what I wrote last October. Enjoy!

When Atreus had planned all of this from a small, fresh idea that bloomed in the back of his mind. He had never once planned on battling a soul eater in the middle of the night while a dwarf shouts weak encouragement from somewhere hidden between realms. Because no matter how much he adores Sindri to death-- and he really, really does --now was not the time to have the dwarf nauseous from nerves while Atreus concentrates on trying not to get incarcerated.

In fact, Sindri was not the best person to be at his side when swiftly dodging a cascade of fire shards with only enough time to leap behind a pillar to protect him from the following searing heat of a beam of pure, concentrated flame.

Even though he'd get a glare and a lecture of a lifetime from his father, he was definitely missing his combat support.

The ring shouts heatedly at him from its place in Atreus' small pack, and it's enough for the kid to growl and shoot a few arrows into the soul eater's opened chest to release the frustration into something useful. "I know, I know, now shut up! You got me into this!"

"Well, technically-"

"Not now, Sindri!"

"Yup, got it!"

Atreus rolls away from the pillar and past the crumbling walls, fire licking at his heels before pressing his back firmly against the chilled, chiseled wall. The Soul Eater's thundering footsteps shake the world around him as it stalks closer, trying to set eyes on the boy's soul once more.

"Why did I ever trust you?" The boy bites into the frosty night air, the heat of battle keeping him from shivering his furs right off as a particularly nasty bellow of air hits him, sending snowflakes clashing onto his bare face and hands like needles.

The ring doesn't answer, its aura darkening in anger and guilt. Atreus can't bring himself to care all too much as he sucks in grounding breaths. Allowing the sharp shards of freezing Fimbulwinter air to soothe his racing heart.

It was supposed to be simple.

This was all supposed to be for his father. A father who would now be sorely disappointed in him.

Atreus hits the back of his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut.

⁀➷ 

It wasn't entirely unusual for Atreus to spend his early morning slowly digging through old gear and equipment from his and his father's journey to Jotunheim. But it wasn't entirely something he did often, either. In fact, it was something he hadn't done at all in the way he was now until now. 

Was it unusual for Atreus to be doing it in general? No, not really, if you think about all the times he has looked through their things for the usual training session and favor from Brok and Sindri. But was it weird he was looking through it for nostalgia's sake after months and months of never having it cross his mind? Yeah, probably. 

But, while his father worked outside and Mimir sat at his designated table reading through tales, Atreus went on to indulge himself anyway. 

It still felt so weird that it had been so long since he and his father sat atop that mountain, raised Mother's ashes into the sky, watched her settle against the peaks of her land, and danced across the remains of her people and the place she once called home. And from that day onward, they found new people to take place in their lives, new voices, new stories, new everything. 

He didn't know how Father felt about it, but it was like Mother brought them all together. She wanted more people for Atreus to learn from and grow from. It felt like their family had grown, and his mother had planned all of it, planned it all for them, so they wouldn't be lonely. Because really, Atreus definitely didn't feel lonely anymore. Not in the way he once was.

The bag that once held his mother's ashes was still rough against his fingers, the fibers well taken care of, the rope barely frayed as the young archer ran the pads of his fingers across it.

It feels as though the first memory he should recall would be his father collecting her ashes in it, even the sight of it hanging off his hip as they made their way across familiar grounds to enter ones he could have never dreamed of. 

But, no, the first memory to appear leaves him smiling, fondness, pride, and determination warming him from the inside out as he remembers the moment his father held her out to him, entrusting her with him, charging him with so much more without a single word despite everything he'd done to leave his father angry and disappointed. It was a step in the right direction, one Atreus takes strength from. 

His father trusts him, and he will make sure that he continues to make him proud, just as much as Atreus tries to make his mother proud with everything he is.

Atreus brings the tattered bag to his forehead, closing his eyes and muttering quiet phrases, a greeting, and a promise before settling it carefully out of the way as he dips his arm deep into the fits of armor and ruins. 

He looks through each thing carefully, soaking in the reminders and memories, careful not to lose the ruins under his bed and between cracks of wood where some of the smallest could disappear when the tips of his fingers find something peculiar. 

Atreus stretches to reach for it between his father's beautifully crafted furs and metal, tongue sticking out as he fiddles with the thing, exclaiming in victory once he's finally grabbed it. 

"What'd you find laddy?" 

Atreus beams down at the little ring in the palm of his hand, shifting it around with a finger as he leans back to answer Mimir, "Nothing! Just looking through father's things!"

"Your father's things, eh? Sure he wants you to go snoopin'?" 

"Oh, don't worry about it, Mimir. I'm just looking!"

"Sure sounds like it."

Atreus can't help but roll his eyes at Mimir's sarcasm, grinning at the sound of the head's quiet chuckle. 

Before the boy can continue, the door opens, and the young tween quickly tosses the ruins back into the chest, closing it shut as he stuffs the ring into his pack, whirling around to meet his father's amber eyes.

"Let me guess, training?"

A grunt is Atreus' only response, and it's the only one he needs as he plucks his bow and quiver from off the wall and rushes toward the direction of deer. 

As Atreus leads the way through the freezing woods, Kratos' gaze is a sturdy reminder. 

He will make him proud.

⁀➷

“Mimir, can you tell me Andveri's story again?” Atreus settles against the wall facing the head, crossing his arms and lightly kicking at the ground.

”Of course laddy,“ The head looks towards the young boy. “But why the sudden interest?”

(Atreus tries to get the ring to talk to him again, gets Sindri in on it, they go on an adventure that the ring takes them, one Atreus wants to go through to get something for his father, it goes unexpectedly and with the ring getting lost)

Kratos quickens his pace down the forest's worn down trail to the obstacle in their path, skillfully lifting the boulder up and around them without dropping their hunt as Atreus continues to jog forward, scanning the frosty forest area, glancing back over to Mimir when the coast is clear.

The former-counciler let's out a curious hum and a amused snort, “Well, I'd be glad to laddy, but I must wonder, why the sudden ask? You know your father wants you focused and I'm sure I can scrounge up a better story you haven't heard yet, little brother.”

Atreus pointedly looks at the visiable runics worn upon his father's armor and weaponry. ”Well, ever since we helped Brok find his hammer and Father's kept him for when he's useful, I've been wondering about him?“ Atreus falls back at his father's side as they crawl under a freshly fallen collection of trees and rock.

”You've been thinkin' about 'im for that long?“

”Well, no, not really,“ Kratos glances Atreus' way, and the boy doesn't miss the warning in his eyes as they leave the tunnel and lightly dash for the snowy banks. ”I was just looking through my things and found my old armor from when we went on that adventure for mom, and than I remembered him.“

”Discuss this later,” Kratos grunts, sending another look his son's way. Atreus nods, sighing.

”Yes, father.“

[starlightwayfinder]

🤩🦋🦈?

🤩 What led to my interest in the fandom?

I first learned about Kingdom Hearts was when I was looking at one of those ‘Disney Wikis’. I decided to see what it was, so I watched the cutscene movies on YouTube. (I didn’t know what I was getting myself into! Haha) I did get the games eventually, but for a while I only had KHUX, so I played that one a lot!

What piqued my interest in the series the most were the beautiful opening movies and stories about characters who were separated. I couldn’t wait to see them reunite! 

The mysteries and theories are also really cool. I’m a pretty curious person, and I like to look for clues and piece things together. (So it’s no wonder I like characters like Ephemer and Brain so much…)

🦋 Favorite character to write?

(KHDR) Eraqus!

Eraqus brings a lot of humor and charm to the (otherwise grim) story of Dark Road. He’s mischievous, enthusiastic, and a bit more clever than he acts. He’s also fun-loving and wants to make his friends smile. (If there’s fun to be had in my DR fics, you can usually find him right in the middle of it!) 

I like to have him interact with Bragi, Vor, and Brain, but of course he’s best to write alongside Xehanort. I think Xehanort brings out a more serious, sincere side of his personality. (Conversely, Eraqus is the only one who can get Xeha to lighten up a little!)

I also wrote Eraqus’ dialogue in Brought to Light, which is an AU where he finds out Bragi is possessed by a ‘lost master’. I got to highlight more of his negative traits in this one. He can’t let go of his friend, but can’t tolerate the darkness either, and ends up running away from the whole situation…

He’s definitely my favorite, so if anyone ever wants to collaborate, I’d be happy to write him again!

🦈 Toughest character to write?

Xehanort… Uh, well, Master Xehanort, I mean. He’s in a handful of my fics, but his dialogue can be tricky. Fortunately he’s mysterious, so sometimes he’s more like a… presence. If that makes sense? I try to make it so you can get an idea of what he’s up to from how the other characters act, before he actually makes any appearances. 

Remember that scene where Braig says it’s hard to know what’s going on in his head? That’s too true, haha. Consequently, I think I end up giving him a slightly different personality every time I write him (that goes for YX as well). I wish I was more consistent, but maybe it’s okay, since there really are so many different versions of him to begin with. 

That’s actually kind of what I was hinting at with this line in I’m Not My Season:

“He was desperate for a constant, clinging to anything that kept him from feeling like a single shard of shattered glass; a tiny piece of an irreversibly fragmented original.”

[ragenoakatsuki]

Can I please request an imagine for kisame 💙🦈 with “if  you  die  on  me,  i’ll  kill  you.” I think seeing him or his s/o being super protective over each other while injured is so cute and maybe it can turn into NSFW 👀👀👀👀

"If you die on me, I'll kill you!"

KisamexReader

SFW, blood from injury, sutures

I hope this is what your were looking for. Sorry it didn't end up bring NSFW it just didn't feel right for this specific scenario. Though if I make a part two I can definitely feel it going that way.

Kisame was a great Shinobi, a warrior. Just a man with the power of a God in his hands, and yet, with a capacity for kindness not normally found. Hands built for killing could move with a delicate grace that should be impossible for a man of his strength. It seemed like nothing could stop him.

Almost nothing, turns out.

You gripped those very hands so tightly you feared you'd break his fingers, but there was no force of man nor nature with a will strong enough to make you let go. You screamed into the dark, the rain poured in buckets around you, the earth below opened up you as the muddy ground tried to swallow you hole, every step you fought to tear your leg away from devouring teeth of dirt and sticks.

There was a house not far from you, the windows dark and cold, but it promised a dry safe place. You screamed again, dragging Kisame behind you. his immense body had long since fallen from your shoulders, but you refused to let go, not until he was safe. if it wasn't for the groans and the weak grip he kept on your hands in return as you dragged him behind you, you'd believe him dead.

"Come on!" You wailed, "You fat fucker!" You were beyond exhausted, beyond tired. Your body was fire under the icy rain, the drops like shards of glass tearing your to pieces. behind you a path of blood carved into the mud, but as easily as it was made it filled with water and disappeared. after an hour of this rain, there would be no evidence you were ever there. "If you die on me, I'll kill you!"

finally you dragged Kisame up the three steps into the small safe house. with one final heave, you dragged Kisame to the door, his ring allowing you both entery through the heavy door. you fell through the entryway, and onto the dark wooden floor and dusty carpet, but there was no rest for you yet. only the continuation of grief.

You dragged Kisames bulk through the door, clambering over him to reach his feet, and lift them high, folding him sideways to get him through the door. his heavy feet fell like lead into the carpets. you allowed yourself a slow groan as you sank down behind the now closed door, the bolt locked tight. it was cold. but now the cold of the night was beginning to bite. and without light and warmth you had no chance of helping Kisame. your eyes settled on his chest. you heald your breath and hoped so was he as you waited for the slightest movement. slowly it rose, and fell... small gasps in-between waves of pain.

'serves him right' you growled as you through yourself across the room and quickly built a fire. at least the wood was dry and there was plenty of it. soon it was roaring, you grabbed the large metal buckets and quickly set them outside to be filled by the rain. you would need warm water to clean up.

you rolled Kisame across the the floor to lay infront of the fireplace. his body thumping down every time he made a turn, you winced, but so did he. he lay on the carpet by the fire, half his body basked in golden fire light. your fingers worked slowly to remove his clothes. layer at a time wounds were revealed, nothing deeper than bone but they would need stitching.

you went back outside and collected your now full buckets of water, dragging them in and setting each by the fire to warm. pulling out your small med kit your set to work, starting with the worst of his wounds, acutely aware that you were going to run out of suture before you were done. for that you also had your kunai sitting by the fire. stitch by stitch you mended the bleeding gashes, eyes flicking to his face for signs of consciousness, but he gave you nothing.

you flicked some water on the handle of the kunai before you grabbed it, and glad you did because it immediately fizzled and turned to steam. pulling off your coat you balled it up and hoped to the gods above and below it wouldn't catch fire in your hands as you turned the red hot poker to the remaining wounds, the breeders that suture wouldn't be able to repair. "if this don't wake you, nothin' will big guy."

the second you touched it to his skin Kisames eyes flew open, you dropped the kunai as his hand closed around your throat, sharp teeth on display and eyes dark and dilated. it took a few moments for him to register who you were, a few moments of you gasping and struggling in his steel grasp. then he drew a hard breath, and immediately dragged you to his chest, whispering your name over and over as he stroked your hair and kissed everything he could reach. Meanwhile you were trying to bring as much oxygen into your lungs as you could, weakly struggling in his arms.

"Kisame... Kisa... me... AIR!" you garbled, slowly winning your freedom from the gaint. you fell on your ass with a grunt. Kisame groaning again, looking down at his injuries, he reached up to the back of his head and winced. "good thing your skulls so thick..." you muttered.

"you... how..." Kisames eyes looked around. trying to focus on where he was but the low light and loud rain made it hard to get his barings.

"were safe... for now." you dunked a rag into the now warmed water. "don't move. I need to clean you up before I pass out."

"but your okay..." he looked over you carefully, looking got injury.

"ill tell you all about me tomorrow..." you smacked his hand away from touching you. "don't think I'm going to let this slide. I dragged your heavy ass self half way across the country. you owe me way more than one. hear me."

Kisame smiled, grabbing your hand as it washed blood from his chest. "...thank you." he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your wrist, dragging you forward to steal one from your lips. "...thank you."

[beauleifu]

Requests you say? [materializes]

Some good ol Wukong x reader fluffiness? Like reader’s had a really long day at work and they just need some pampering :)

(Maybe reader can be transmasc too and like doesn’t wanna take off his binder and SKW is like “bitch you need to breathe.” Only if you’re up for it tho :])

Have a good day/night!

-🦈

Awww of course!

Roughly 1k oneshot, hope you like it, reader is written up to be transmasc, i hope it fits your expectations/preferences!

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SUN WUKONG X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Unfortunately, long days at work do nothing to aid your sleep schedule. Equally unfortunate, broken windows aren't the best thing to fall asleep to. Why not music? Yeah, no. Sun Wukong isn't the best singer - besides, his stage fright is so bad he'd shrivel up like a raisin at the bare mention of a performance for you.

TW: Language

***

You perform precisely one thing when you get home.

Flop on your couch, and close your eyes.

. . . Okay, maybe two things.

But, to be fair, you're too tired to keep track of anything at the moment. The world can wait for you to charge your internal battery, a feat in which only sleep can fulfill.

You don't even bother taking off your binder, nor your shoes; you simply wait for sleep to claim your weary soul.

CRASH!

Crap. The universe must have a different fate in store for you.

Eyes flying wide open as the loud noise startles you upright, you snap your head to the window. Or what was left of it. You're staring at a Wukong shaped hole in the window, shards of glass scattered across the floor, along with leaves and sticks.

Slowly, your eyes finds the culprit. The one and only Monkey King, arms folded proudly over his chest, his smile wide and bright.

"Hiya, (Y/N)!"

A long stretch of silence.

You blink stupidly. "The fuck. The fuck??"

To you're credit, you were just about to fall unconscious when the monkey demon broke into your home. So your reaction is honestly understandable.

"Don't mind me, just checking in on my favorite mortal," Wukong says carelessly, stepping across the carpet and into the kitchen. Letting out a long sigh, he faces the fridge and begins his search. "Got any fruit? Snacks? I'd never refuse some dumplings, if you have any leftover . . ."

Mumbling under his breath, he digs further into the fridge, fishing out random condiments.

Your jaw drops.

"What the hell are you doing in my house-"

"Oh, I thought it was obvious!" With that, Wukong peeks out from behind the fridge door and grins. "I watched you walk inside, no biggie, and decided to invite myself in."

Your gaze drifts to the broken glass. "I can see that. . . ."

"Crap. Sorry, I'll fix that. Leave it to your ol' man," Wukong chuckles off-handedly, preparing you both some lunch.

Now you're confused.

After getting over the initial shock of Wukong breaking and entering your home, you just feel concern over the inevitable question of- "Were you stalking me?"

The fluffy monkey snorts. "Uh, yeah. I spy on everyone."

"That's not really reassuring-"

Your comment is cut off by a huge yawn, and you almost want to fall back onto the couch. You almost don't care that Wukong broke your window, that he's stealing your food to make a meal for the both of you (that's what you assume, of course. The smell of fruit smoothie reaches tells you one thing: he's hungry). The reason for his unexpected visit is unknown, but you really don't care. Honestly, you're somewhat glad for the company.

Sun Wukong is at your side in a heartbeat, standing over you with two smoothies in hand. He tilts his head, baffled at your behavior. "You okay there, bud?"

"Fine. Tired."

"Long day at work, huh?"

Groaning, you flop back into the cushions and bury your face into one of the pillows. "We don't talk about that."

"Ahh, I see," Wukong growls cheerfully.

With that, he settles on the small space available on the couch, taking a noisy sip from his smoothie. You feel Wukong tap your head with the end of the other glass, albeit gently.

You sigh. "Not hungry."

Chest tightening at your companion's doubtful hum, you close your eyes. Oh, well.

"Do you, uh . . . you got anything else on your itinerary today?"

Wukong's investigative comment drags you back to reality for a moment. But it doesn't last long; you're tired, and it's getting hard to breathe in here. Maybe you don't need to. "Nope. I'm gonna lay here all day and sleep."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah. But now I gotta fix my window."

Wukong snorts. "I said I'd do it! Now sit up and drink this, I didn't make it for nothing."

Huffing negatively, you say; "What's it made out of?"

"Just drink it," Wukong says exasperatedly, and you raise your head to eye the drink skeptically. The monkey demon rolls his eyes. "I made it with all the stuff you like."

You scoff. "Wow, you know me so well."

"Yeah, it's kinda my thing. A-A-Anyways. You wanna get something more comfortable on while I turn the TV on?"

Blinking, you glance down at your outfit. "This is fine."

"Is not," Wukong says doubtfully, eyeing your chest. "Unless you like suffocating yourself, I'd take the binder off for now, dude. Mortals have to breathe to live."

"Nah. Too tired."

"God, you're so lazy," the Monkey King huffs irritably. "Don't make me do it for you."

Ha, that's funny. "Since when did you start doing me favors?"

He contemplates your reply before shrugging carelessly. "All right, fair point. But Pigsy would have my hide if you up and died on me, so!" With that, he snaps his fingers, and suddenly it feels easier to breathe. Suddenly, you're wearing fluffy (color) pajamas. The Monkey King is grinning slyly. "Hope you don't mind. And hey! You look so adorable in (color)! Makes me wanna just pinch your little marshmallow cheeks!"

The immortal deity suddenly takes your face in his hands, wearing an expression of utmost joy and adoration as he pats your cheeks fondly.

You wave him off, face heating up. "Bro! Coulda warned me!"

"Heh. Too late."

Smacking him (lightly), you grab the smoothie from his hands and take a long sip. The drink tastes perfect, as always.

You just hadn't realized how hungry you were, that's all.

Wukong is grinning at you. "Well?"

"It's good. It's always good."

"AS ALWAYS! You're the best critique, sweet cheeks. You're right; next time, I gotta balance out the fruit portions to help strengthen the overall taste factor," Wukong says, stroking his nonexistent beard.

That gets you laughing. "Dude, you're awful."

"No, you're awful."

"Kay."

"Wait!" Sun Wukong's paws fly up in surrender, the TV remote almost slipping from his grip. Eyes wide and earnest, he meets your amused gaze. "Bro. Seriously? I was kidding, (Y/N). You're not awful, and hopefully, neither will this movie."

You turn your curious gaze to the TV screen. "And what's that?"

"Cuddle with me and find out."

[get-to-that-heaven]

The blog name and title are a reference to Get To Heaven by Everything Everything. I haven't killed anyone, don't worry.

- † - Lamb/Pucci (not Enrico, just Pucci)

- † - it/he/🌺 (considering 🐍/🐍s pronouns)

- † - minor

- † - native language is Italian

- † - will use tone tags if I deem it necessary. I'd appreciate it if you used them as well when talking to me. I'm bad with telling tone through text.

- † - please DNI if:

† you ship d10pucc1.

† are otherwise pr0-sh1p in any way shape or form.

welcome to my humble Enrico Pucci kin blog, made mainly for the purpose of. I dunno, seeing if I can find any more canonmates. I'm mainly looking for Kakyouin, Foo Fighters, Emporio and Jotaro, but if you pass by and want to compare memories or just want someone to hear you out, put out a canon call or listen to your kin-related vents, worries etc. feel free to shoot me a message/ask. i really like hearing about other people's canons and any eventual doubles are welcome to spend some time here as well.

if anyone needs me to tag something, just shoot me an ask and i'll oblige.

I may eventually start taking moodboard requests, though I can't guarantee much since my phone is running out of storage space and also, I have school.

- ‡ - Tags:

"The snake's sermons" - text posts

"Appealing to the eye" - aesthetic images

"The snake's memorabilia" - memories

- ‡ - CC tags:

"Up past midnight 👑" - Dio

"Cherry jam 🍒" - Kakyouin

"Sleeping soundly on a cloud ☁️" - Weather

"Mortuary 💀" - Maxx

"Windy evening 🐮" - Rikiel

"Pencil to paper 🦈" - Ungaro

"Dusty, dirty, broken shards 🏺" - Donatello