Last chance
“I’m not asking for a promise, I’m asking for a chance.”
Macaque swallowed, the tips of his finger burning with hunger as Wukong grasped them close. Vile bitterness crawling up his throat, an angry sorrow pounding in his heart.
“I-“ He looked up, golden eyes lit with such an intensity. Begging, pleading for him to answer.
The darker, more wicked side of him tempted his tongue. It would easy, much too easy to watch as Wukongs fragile heart broke in pieces. All light bleeding from his eyes as that sense of loneliness and guilt ate him from the inside out. Watching as he drowned himself into his purgatory of regrets-
But Macaque had enough of taking the easy way out. And perhaps, the never ending revenge he thirsted for was a form of hell itself.
He searched for any sense of malice, a crack in the easygoing-yet frightening facade the Monkey king had created.
and yet…
The only thing off about him was the shaking. That nervous trembling, that he could feel as the king grasped tighter around his hand.
Wukong was scared-
Scared
Scared, of the Six-eared Macaque-!
It was tragically ironic, in the way the roles had once upon a time been reversed. Macaque doing anything-everything-to get a single rise out of Wukong. And no matter what he could do-there was nothing-that could cause such fear. But oh, how easy it was for Wukong to bring Macaque inches before death, leaving him to rot at the edge-with no escape. Now that, was truly frightening. Something worthy to be frightened about.
And in that moment, a single heated glare. Blinded by fury and utter rage so dangerous and vicious-And in that moment Wukong did not see Macaque, but rather a malicious shadow.
Now this, this Macaque could not understand. And his heart so pleaded for him to give in-
Wukong by now had started shifting his feet. A death grip on Macaque’s arm as he awaited his own fate. Soaking in over second of touch and time he had with Macaque. That wasn’t violent fists, and bloody caresses.
Macaque breathed in ,“One-Just one chance Wukong-“
He never finished his sentence before Wukong eyes widened. A glittering sheen at the corners of his eyes, bringing Macaque into his flaming embrace. They stood there, grasping each other like a lifeline. Rocking back and forth as laughing tears trickled from their shy smiles.
”I-“ Wukongs voice cracked, “Thank you.”
“Better not screw this up Wukong.”
“No promises.”
“No second chances.”
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Chapters: 1/9
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Fjord (Critical Role), Kingsley Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay, Jester Lavorre, Nott | Veth Brenatto, Beauregard Lionett, Yasha (Critical Role), Verin Thelyss, Deirta Thelyss, Leylas Kryn | The Bright Queen, Quana Kryn, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Fake Marriage, Politics, Blackmail, Disabled Character, Physical Disability, Disabled Essek Thelyss, Chronic Pain, Past Torture, Awkward Flirting, Slow Dancing, Canon-Typical Violence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Requited Unrequited Love, Happy Ending, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Trans Essek Thelyss, Slow Burn
Summary:
"I'm already married," Essek lied.
“Oh,” his mother uttered, thoroughly unimpressed, “to whom?”
Oh fuck, he thought to himself.
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White People on tumblr who dont listen to rap, ignoring all the racial and historical context of why Kendrick is going against drake to just make it a fun trendy meme/ Kendrick being a hater is the same exact reason Kendrick called drake a colonizer
Edit: I actually Do Not Want resources on this post! I made this post to complain about a specific type of white person cluttering up my notifications saying that they didn't know what was going on and that they didn't care about rap and now those same white people are cluttering my notes again! Like I don't want to give white people who read my initial post the space to say it doesn't apply to them cus they watched a couple of videos. It still absolutely applies. You can have all the historical context in the world but you are still a colonizer and outsider in this space. I don't want you adding videos or anything explaining the beef because this post is not about that. There are literally hundreds of other posts explaining why this is happening and you don't need to come onto a black person's blog to ask them to do so.
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Crack prompt: Danny has declared war on the curses in Gotham. He is armed with a water balloon gun, but the balloons are full of medical-grade ectoplasm. He targets any location, ghost, or liminal being tainted by curses and/or corrupted ecto - absolutely drenching them before yeeting off again.
This includes the Bats. Danny is smart about it, though. He lived in Gotham for several months before acting, so he could get the lay of the land. He also waits for patrol to be finished before hitting the Bats - he doesn't want to interrupt their Quest to Better Gotham (or be labeled an invader to their haunt).
One night, Danny happens upon Batman patrolling alone and waits for him to finish cleaning up a crime scene before hitting they guy with a half-clip of balloons. Batman gives chase, like he always does, and Danny runs, like he always does. He knows by now that, for whatever reason, Crime Alley is off limits to Batman. The whole alley just gives off "no (other) bats allowed" vibes.
Red hood is just more territorial. Whatever.
At any rate, Danny is enjoying the chase, using just enough ghost powers to stay ahead of batman, almost-but-not-quite taunting him. Crime Alley isn't too far, so instead of turning invisible around a corner like he usually does, he makes his way to the Alley to see if the no-trasspassing rule is enough to stop Batman mid-chase. He leaps across rooftops and weaves through fire escapes, ecto-balloon-gun bouncing by its strap against his back, until finally he's at the border, slightly tapping into flight to make the jump across a slightly wider road into the alley proper.
He turns around immediately, spotting Batman skulking on the rooftop on the other side of the road, stopping the chase and suit half-covered in healing ectoplasm.
"Sanctuary!" Danny yells, pumping his fists in the air from getting caught up in the exciting rush of adrenaline, "I claim sanctuary!"
"Who the fuck is claiming sanctuary in my territory?" Red Hood booms from almost directly behind Danny. He would have yeeted out of his own skin from surprise if he hadn't spent years honing his ghost-fighting instincts. As it was, Danny instead whirled around and emptied the clip of balloons into Hood, purely out of reflex.
Hood stood there, drenched in ecto like his fellow Bat one rooftop over, glaring murder at Danny with glowing eyes. But his haunt betrayed Hood's true emotions.
Surprise, concern, impressed, you-little-brat.
Danny booked it to the fire escape and turned invisible the second he was out of sight.
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