Taken Abroad is sooo good! And the accompanying memes are great too 💖
Bro imagine if demon reader went full hardcore one day and just keeps letting to circlets dig into their flesh and bone until their hands just fall off, using the second they separate to vanish. Like they are a forest demon, so what if they just regrow their hands? Or make prosthetic nature ones? Like I’m sure their freedom wouldn’t last long (thanks to Monkey King’s gold vision) but I’d love to see the group’s reaction to such gruesome determination!
Taken Aboard:
Amputation
I’m glad you like it! I really thought that the Journeyfam should have a mix of goofy and tragic, because the novel itself can get pretty damn funny.
Another ‘funny’ thing? This little stunt wouldn’t work at all. Given what we know about Wukong’s powers, he can rip his head off and regenerate it (His beheading contest with the Tiger Strength Immortal in the novel) and since he’s still got the circlet after that…
Y/N will still have theirs.
And obviously no one is happy to see that this child would do something so horribly gruesome and bloody to themself, leaving to a wide array of horrified reactions.
Ao Lie is devastated that you would hurt yourself for any reason at all. Once you’ve been dragged back to camp by the snickering Monkey King, the dragon prince rushes to your side and snatches you up, nuzzling you to his chest. “Oh, I’m glad you’re alright! You poor little thing, what were you thinking? Trying to slice those bands off! Sweetie, what if something had gone wrong during the regrowing process? Here, let Brother Lie wash the blood off of you!”
He dotes on you for a good hour or two, starting by thoroughly scrubbing you down in a shallow washbasin. (He heats the water in his draconic form.) There’s a mixture of very light scolding and extraordinary concern, scraping all across your body with a wooden bath brush. Once you’re nice and clean you get wrapped up in one of his spare robes to dry off, forced to sit and listen to one of the monk’s lectures as Lie brushes out and braids your hair.
“I think you need to start sleeping in Brother Lie’s tent from now on, sweetie. Maybe it’ll help to keep those little feet from wandering, hmm?”
His voice is gentle, even as you’re forcibly stuffed into a thick sleeping bag, the same one that Lie always uses. For a moment you think he’s simply going to watch you to prevent any further escapades, but then he squishes in beside you, wrapping you tight in his arms.
“Sleep well, sweetie. Big brother will keep you safe.”
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Sun Wukong laughs at you first, having tried the same thing by: smashing his forehead inwards, shattering his skull entirely, ripping his head off, etc. “You could have just asked for some advice on the cuffs, bud. I would’ve told ya that they jump back to your real body, y’know!”
His hands work through the tangled locks of your hair, plucking out juicy bugs and crunchy twigs. “Shut up,” you huff, squirming around in his lap. “I hate them. And you wouldn’t have known whether or not it would’ve worked! You only have one of them!” “S’not fair,” he half-heartedly agrees, if only to set up his next few word. “You should’ve just had one- around your neck to shut you up!”
The Great Sage giggles as you lunge at him, dodging your attempt to bite his wrist. “Easy, easy! C’mon, I was just teasing you!” He grabs your waist and wrestles you to the ground, his fingers dragging lightly across your skin as he tries to force a few giggles or even just a smile out of you. Between angry laughs you manage to throw a punch, feeling his snout bend under your hand.
And though it doesn’t hurt worse than a mild sting, Wukong is still a little astounded that his ‘little sibling’ got outright violent with him. “…you know what, bud? Maybe you do need some ‘quiet time’. I’m gonna keep you here in my lap for a few more hours, I think. And! No saying even a word!”
And before you can argue or complain he tacks on a “How bout I tell you another story from my time back in Flower Fruit Mountain, huh?” Of course you get a story, because this isn’t really a punishment, after all. He’s just framing it as one so you ‘have’ to sit and spend time with one. He’s a pretty clever monkey.
“…a story about killing hunters?”
“Sure thing, kiddo.”
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Sha Wujing has no words. He’s hurt and saddened that you would do this to yourself, nearly in tears at the sight of your wounds. He finally has people who accept not only his mistakes and misdeed, but his demonic form alongside them.
And now one has done this.
To Wujing, this isn’t just a team of random travelers. This is his family. You are his family. And he cannot bear to see you so upset and distraught that you might switch to such gruesome and self-injurious behaviors.
The river demon will switch to baby gloves afterwards, treating you like a porcelain figure that is bound to shatter when mishandled.
He’ll carry you on his shoulders and his back and in his arms, squishing your tiny form perfectly into his protective chest. For hours on end the demon will usher you about, never daring to let you free from the safety and security that his power offers.
Instead of allowing you to feed yourself, Wujing will push cut your meals into pieces and them to you piece by piece, ensuring that you won’t choke (intentionally or otherwise) on them. And he won’t let you get dressed alone
He sees the severance of your limbs more as a form of “self-harm” than an attempt to escape, unfortunately for you. It leads him to think of you as a danger to yourself that needs to be properly wrangled and tended to.
All you can do when he’s around from then on is submit to “Brother Sand’s” loving care, and pray he might stop thinking of you as unstable and prone to breakage.
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Zhu Bajie is thoroughly disgusted, though that revulsion is born mostly of worry. Nobody wants to see a kid slice off their own wrists, and he certainly wasn’t hoping to see you standing in a puddle of your own blood, your torn flesh bubbling sizzling and bubbling up as it regrew.
And he especially didn’t want something so awful to happen to his little sibling. Not to someone so very precious to him.
Bajie really just… doesn’t know what to do.
You’re hurt. Usually this scenario ends with him either eating a human or smashing a demon’s head open with his nine-tooth rake. And he’d fight off the monk’s reprimands with his own volley of justifications. “Y/N is a child! Any jerk who would hurt them is unforgivable!” He’d declare, his mouth stained with fresh crimson. “A demon who would put their hands on a child is just a monster, that’s all,” the pig might yell, clutching you to his chest protectively.
Neither of those are options when you’ve the person that hurt you is yourself.
All the swine can really do is hold you and try not to scream your ear off about never hurting yourself again, rocking back and forth like he’s trying to soothe a baby to sleep.
Maybe that will help.
Maybe if he holds you long enough and keeps his grip tight, Bajie can prevent you from being hurt by anyone or anything ever again.
Or maybe it’s just his way of keeping you from leaving him and this little family again.
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Tang Sanzang, reasonable man that he is, understands that you’re not in a great headspace right now. If things got so bad that you viewed the gory removal of your arms as a reasonable option to escape, then what you need isn’t further punishment… but a firm and guiding hand.
So the monk refrains from the sutra and chooses instead to tend to your fragile condition. Reassurance that he isn’t angry at what you’ve done to yourself, a promise that you’re already forgiven for running. I think he’s likely to mandate constant surveillance of you from now, always to be under the eye of either him or one of his disciples.
He tends any wounds or aches with balm, stitches the tears in your clothing, then puts you to bed with a canteen of water at your side.
His well of patience is truly endless, only leaving room for an occasional reprimand or a quick tightening of the blessed bands on your wrists. There’s no lashing out, no brutal punishments.
Hurting yourself has not changed that.
Sanzang will spend each early morning before travel checking you over for new wounds and changing out any bandages you’ve got wrapped around old injuries.
The Great Monk stills cherishes you, of course. He’ll never stop cherishing you.
He’s just a little more gentle with that love now.
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Hi I’m the anon who asked for reader escape attempts for the monkeys and omg thank you so much !! I really enjoyed reading them and honestly you did suck a good job I was on the edge of my feet ! 🦋
Mk love him so pfft love the gif you made (RIP silver and gold demons u shall be missed ~) , you made me wanna give MK a hug or shake him ! Love my manipulation boy 🥺
Not me screaming after reading , Monkey king one !!! LISTEN! Listen it was so good , and the part when you mentioned buddy and how Sun wukong isn’t so sunny at the moment, made me scream my dude !
here you dropped this 👑
Macaque, my favourite emo monkey ~ you scare me yet you excite me ! Seriously love how you include Macaque being smooth and kind at the beginning only to be mean the next , really building the reader up and knocking them down the next !
poetic really XD and the fact you added his shadow magic just AHHH! Love it , also love it that his shadows turn into the reader , really gave me the chills
seriously you did an amazing writing this and thank you again for doing my request, I really enjoyed reading this 💗🦋
Thank you so much! I’m always very happy to get feedback on my works!
I also really appreciate your initial request! It was interesting, getting to write about the escalation of obsession.
MK mixes his obsession with genuine innocence. There’s nothing mean-spirited or malicious about it. He just loves a little too hard, and is a little too eager to play hero.
Sun Wukong can tolerate a lot from Y/N, but he does have his limits. The Monkey King knows how dangerous the world is. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, that’s all. Is that really so bad?
Writing for Macaque is always so much fun! It’s nice to have a more selfish and conniving character to balance things out- he’s not heartless, but damn if he can’t be cruel.
Again, let me add some content to end this!
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Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part Two was so good ahhh!! Love how you wrote it
Ahhh Mk , boy gonna need therapy (doesn’t help that reader reminds him so much of LBd 😭) you did an amazing job writing him and his pov
Monkey king was really good , I like his suspicions turn into a twisted kind of care for the reader , gosh I love reading his pov , you dropped this 👑
Pigsy more Dadsy!! I love him so much 😭🥺 you did amazing job writing him and his pov , aww the fact he knew reader when she was young to older , just yes that’s his child !
really enjoyed reading this 💗
Thank you so much! I try my hardest to write everyone to be as in character as possible! It means the world to me that you enjoyed it!
I derive MK’s yandere aspects from his insecurities and traumas, and his good-hearted need to be the hero and save people. He needs someone to rely on, and someone that relies on him.
For Sun Wukong, when I think of him being a yandere, I think of that scene where he was inviting MK to watch fireworks with him. And when MK was about to reject his offer, it’s clear that Wukong was prepared to sit alone through the night to watch them. A solitary guardian of a sacred mountain, living hundreds of years and being alone for most of them. Poor guy.
With Pigsy, it’s both his good-heartedness (man took in a mud-covered toddler with absolutely no benefit to himself when he was running a noodle shop alone) and his honest protectiveness. It’s still really sweet to see him get worried about MK no matter how many times I rewatch the series.
(I’ll add him in just because)
Macaque is driven at first by his ego. He just wants to match Wukong blow for blow, step for step. He snatches up a promising kiddo to take as his own student, finding someone who stands opposite to his rival’s student. He slowly grooms you into a powerful warrior capable of rivaling MK, intent on using you to settle his grudges… and grows attached in the process. Without any friend or family, he realizes that you’re all he’s got, and eventually realizes that he doesn’t want to let you go.
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