#it seems like a good morning

[allo-frouto]

What time is it there

It’s 8:53!

#<3 #pretty decent #and #it seems like a good morning #hihihi

[ruporas]

lonely

[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #but onto this comic... i think and talk a LOT about vash's loneliness bc trigun is just. kind of central on that for a good while! esp in #the original manga he was alone for a good portion of it and he tends to keep others away like how he ran away from meryl and milly when #they tried to tag along. and he was kind of bothered when he realized ww was following him around Too. at the core even though he loves #humans and he loves deeply the people he does know -- he isnt really much of a people person and i think thats been the case since he was #young considering his initial doubts towards humans... with the exception of kids bc kids dont give him moral conflicts. so suddenly #here comes wolfwood!!! his guide. someone TRULY affixed to him until he has to get to knives. someone who isnt budging and someone whos #really good at following him around and even seems like he goes like 5 steps ahead to make sure vash doesnt run on him #in one way its - i don't want you to follow me bc i don't want to burden you and i don't want you to kill the people i want to save. #in another way its - i like this companionship. i like waking up to you and i like ending the way with you. i like talking to someone who #knows my world. i like being in your space and sometimes i enjoy talking about our day #theyre just living together. like. roadtrip buddies or theyre also under the same roof because they're going everywhere together. #trimax they mainly spend their mornings together and if they had personal business attend the other person would usually know and itd only #be during the midday. anyway bc of this kind of companionship i figure that vash eventually grew accustom to it and he really. cant go back #to the kind of loneliness from before. it's harder to imagine and it'd be harder to withstand. esp after 2 years with lina and her grandma. #ruporas art

[buttercupshands]

Happy (almost belated) Birthday, Tenko Shimura!

wanted to draw something light after... you know 419...

#fanart #sketch #my art #bnha #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #tenko shimura #hana shimura #happy birthday tomura #even if rn it seems it's the worst birthday of his #I'm still processing that chapter #and I wanted to draw something nice so this seemed like a good idea #wanted to add something sad to just memorise this day #but instead just got myself to listen to Omori ost while drawing #and I feel like I won't be able to draw Tomura even if I tried #it's too much rn #I'm way better than in the morning #but it's still tough #it's 10 minutes untill his birthday is over in my timezone #it's... *sigh* #I need a break #anyway #I hope he'll be okay #wherever he is right now #Also update since I forgot to mention I realized that's it's basically my first time successfully drawing Hana

[qroier]

thinking about the entire speech cellbit made after green gay ninjas got eliminated. thinking about how he played el triste by jose jose. thinking about "i think he's sad but he doesn't want to show it". about "i wish i could've been that someone you needed to not be alone anymore". thinking about their vows and "as long as i'm here you will never be alone" and "i will always be by your side for anything you need". about "i'll look for you and until i find you i will not stop" and "i won't let them, i won't allow them to take you". thinking of temos todo o tempo do mundo / we have all the time of the world and la historia de este amor se escribio para la eternidad / the story of this love was written for eternity. about "it's cellbit and me against the world" and "as long as we're together we will be able to win" and "but we have one another at least". and also thinking about roier's y yo que (and what of me) after the bomb exploded. about how he never said te amo back. about how his only reaction upon getting back to quesadilla island was an incredibly telling "everything is the same, except cellbit, who's dead" and a stupid joke about his tennis shoes saving them. thinking of hoy quiero saborear mi dolor, no pido compasion ni piedad / today i want to savor my pain, i don't ask for compassion nor pity. thinking about how spiderbit was separated. but most of all, thinking about how their reunion will go. when it finally happens

#qsmp #spiderbit #good morning everyone i spent like an entire hour going through double checking making sure my quotes were accurate listening to #The spiderbit songs (the reason (which didn't) fit el triste and tempo perdido) #this is not analysis because there is zero explanation and reasoning but it definitely is evidence. and thoughts lkjsdfklsd #if anything this is my version of webweaving #being totally honest i am not fully sure what webweaving is but it always seems to try its best to tear my heart to shreds sooooo #roier #cellbit #speaking

[5mcsinatrenchcoat]

Take me through the night, down down down by the river...

(Vice made a promise to touch and to kiss her all over as soon as she's able to - and Vice keeps her promises.)

#*ahem* good time of day to you #I have a soft spot for people trying to melt into each other and for reverent kisses EVERYWHERE #and all that seems more than appropriate for Tavlach #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #karlach #bg3 karlach #karlach x tav #tav x karlach #tavlach #do we tag this stuff anything now that we have labels? #nsft #i guess #haven't drawn smth like that in FOREVER let alone posted it #listen Karlach needs all the gentle touch she can get and what are Vice's big guns for if not to hold her as tight as possible #make no mistake she's still the dom here she's just a little. occupied :3 #it's five in the fucking morning I need to go to sleep #art tag #almost forgot lol

[disco-cola]

im crying the way some content creators/influencers and celebs are now all of a sudden after seven months of nothing posting and sharing donation links for palestine bc they are scared they will end up on the block list too HAS ME WEAK like don’t even try YOU BEEN CAUGHT

#also that hayleebaylee »apology« video was insanity like I knew her videos from before and thought she was ok but THIS ☠️ #the gaslighting and attempt to make it seem like she’s just like one of us peasants while living in a 17k$/month manhattan penthouse #THE AUDACITY idk if you’ve seen it but it’s almost like satire also the dirty sweatshirt lmaooo #also the fact she didn’t even take accountability and deflected by saying I am not informed enough #girl it’s been 7 months when it comes to gaza and years of inflation like ppl are working full time yet can’t afford to live GOOD MORNING #blockout2024

[laniemae]

Could John start hurting himself in trial 3?

TW FOR SELF HARM

So I’ve got a lot of theories for trial 3 and stuff but this is the one I want to talk about first since it was the one that stuck out to me most yet I haven’t seen people talking about the possibility

I actually wrote about this theory quite a while ago which I’ll just link to but I definitely do think it’s very likely but hasn’t been discussed much.

For a brief summary of the post I made it’s a theory on how John may have self harming desires but doesn’t physically hurt himself as he’s afraid of hurting Mikoto. Basically it’s how the reason why Mikoto’s clothes are so tattered is because John has been ripping them apart in another way to harm himself but not physically hurt Mikoto. Heck, there’s very clearly bite marks on the clothes so I highly doubt it was from the fight with Kotoko. And as well as just ripping his clothing it probably explained the breakdowns John is said to have at night especially in that one minigram where Es heard on it and there was a lot of crashing sounds and stuff breaking, even ripping sounds which definitely matches with what I was saying. So John does all of this in a method to self harm as a stress reliever but not physically harm Mikoto.

So here’s the trial 3 theory. As of recently Mikoto has stopped denying John’s existence as everything he’s seen in heard it’s just too much for him to deny anymore. And instead of that he’s began to hate John so much and blame him for every bad thing that’s happened, even going as far to blame him for what happened to Mahiru even though it was very clearly Kotoko’s fault. And with John, he loves Mikoto. Dedicates his entire existence to him and despite all the constant trauma and suffering he’s endured the only thing that keeps him going is the possibility that Mikoto will love him and praise him for saving him.

“Hey now, I saved you, right? So why in the hell are you crying?

Cling to me, hoist me up as your "savior", stand up and sing out your gratitude, that'd be good.”

Judging by these lyrics, it seems John is somewhat aware that Mikoto is denying his help but still wants to believe it. Even Neoplasm he says how Mikoto’s entrusting him with his heart, which can either be he doesn’t fully know about the hatred or is denying it. But what I’m really worried about is how much Mikoto loathes John in trial 3 and what he could do.

As I said earlier John dedicates his existence to Mikoto and I couldn’t explain how John may feel after he would realise his hatred for Mikoto  aside from his entire existence being denied. I already discussed this in another theory but for John to so deeply love Mikoto and dedicates everything to protecting him and only holding on with the possibility of approval and being told he did a good job, only to be met with unimaginable hatred from the person who he idealises as someone who could never hate anyone must be devastating on so many levels for John and… you can tell where I’m getting at here.

So what would happen next? Could perhaps John feel so betrayed by Mikoto that he could go to actually physically hurting himself out of conflicting feelings around Mikoto? Loving him like that but feeling so betrayed and hurt that he just tries not to care about Mikoto any more and harms himself out of both previously established coping mechanisms and spite?

It’s hard to tell here, as John is one of those characters who it’s very hard to predict what would happen next so who knows what he might do. I just believe this may be the most likely based off things that have been implied and established.

And just to address a potential elephant in the room is I highly doubt John would disappear in trial 3. That’s not how it works, and just because Mikoto may not be Guilty any more doesn’t mean he would be relieved from all stress so John definitely would still have his purpose. And I think it’s most likely why John claimed that he would disappear was that he believed Es hated him and wanted him gone, so he claimed that he would disappear if Mikoto were to be voted Innocent as a way to sway Es to that verdict. And there are lines such as “I’ll play dead even if I’m alive right?” And “can’t get rid of me now” that definitely imply that he will stay or perhaps pretend to go dormant which perhaps would be interesting as we’ve seen him masking as Mikoto in the minigrams before so it would be interesting if he does that in trial 3 perhaps. And side note even though this is kinda cheating theory wise but it would be stupid to remove John from the story like that so uhhh.

#milgram #mikoto kayano #John kayano #john milgram #tw sh #tw self destruction #I just wanna say I’m sorry for bringing up such a dark subject matter like this in a theory sense #It’s just when writing about the darker themes in milgram I always get scared I’ll offend someone by how I talk about it so sorry #But trial 3 is certainly gonna be crazy #This theory is one I’ve had for a while and thus easier to write but I’ve got a lot planned #Like it definitely seems like how in trial 2 kotoko was the main antagonist/one causing conflict and it definitely seems #That in trial 3 amane will fufill that role #Which I mean I am uhh really exited about that because Amane’s my favorite and I love character who fuck up everything #But from everything we’ve seen the whole thing with fuuta and Shidou she’s going to be the one starting the whole chain of events #And there’s definitely a lot of theories on people who could suffer or be injured because of everything #Definitely Haruka but that would be from himself #But from the amane thing potentially Shidou if she or fuuta attacks him #Maybe mahiru if Shidou can’t treat her if she’s injured which could be really bad I’m actually very worried for her #And fuuta if he goes too far deep into the ideology and actually takes off his eyepatch but that’s kinda hard to predict #And as I said it’s definitely likely that mikoto would be hurt but at the hands of “himself” rather #And with kotoko I have absolutely no clue how she would react to the guilty verdict but that unpredictably makes it more exiting #I’ll have to talk about kotoko and the others in a separate theory because it’s so complicated but aughahhan hiatus brain no #And kinda off topic with the mood that I’ve kinda set with this post #But looking and analysing the lyrics of meme and double for this post #I found it pretty funny how John is actually really affectionate when referring to mikoto #Like of course the “snuggle together and say good night” lyric which is funny because how that does not fit John normally but does make sen #And in double he uses words such as basically “welcoming home” mikoto and in those freeze frames whispers of good morning #Which one again is really funny as edgy boy misanthrope John has said almost uwu fanfiction stuff canonically #But it totally makes sense to his character which makes it all the more funnier but kinda fucked up as from what I’ve said in the post #Why am I talking about something funny like this? Maybe I’m just too worried about talking about dark subject matters I’m sorry

[front-facing-pokemon]

#altaria #here it is… the bird that turns into a dragon-type because reasons… #i still don't think just from looking at this thing that they should be a dragon-type. i feel like it still seems out-of-place given their #design but HONESTLY i like it. i think it's a cool like. subversion. type thing. i would not look at swablu and be like Yeah that evolves #into a dragon-type. and apparently a really good one at that? i believe i've heard good things about altaria #ugh. good things. got a selection of GOOD THINGS on sale‚ stranger… my brain does that sometimes #when i hear or say innocuous phrases it's like HEY that's the same thing this OTHER guy said in this QUOTE you've heard before #dunno WHY but. it happens. and it just happened there. but altaria i dunno it's a dragon-type and that's awesome. i don't remember what i #said i was gonna talk about on the swablu post yesterday wrt altaria and i am too lazy to look back at those tags to remember #hi it's me morning of this posting at like 7 AM. i remembered bc i just looked. i was gonna ask if they were good competitively #and. i'm pretty sure they are. ALRIGHT LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT SMOGON #ah okay not busted but generally good i guess. latest information states RU in gen 9 but UU in a lot of other gens. NU and PU in there too #bounced around a lot i guess. but here's my question. why? do i care #it's cute. and i don't care if they're strong or not… because they're cute…

[factorialsotherfandoms]

(implied cannibalism, non-explicate suicidal thinking, discussions of murder, spoilers for tazercraft stream iiiiiiiiish, nobody has the right stick let alone the right end of it but they're running with it anyway. It's kinda dark oops all three of them forgot what rails are)

"What the fuck did you do to Pac?"

Cellbit knew he should have gone back to the fear room, but Roier had insisted on actually using their double bed, and after meeting Bobby again and the other eggs at all... After that...

Cellbit groans and turns over, to see Roier already half out of bed, knife in hand, and Fit leering over them with a bomb. It's not lit, and so Cellbit could honestly give less of a damn.

And, hey, Roier is getting out of bed with that knife, at which point getting hit would not be too terrible after all.

"Nothing!" Roier is yelling on his behalf. "He has been - been with me all night! The eggs! What the fuck Fit."

"Then why is he missing?" Fit yells back. "Where has he gone?!"

Roier continues the screaming match, and Cellbit is suddenly alert - not hearing what is being yelled between the two, but alert. Horror seeps through him, dread pooling in shaking limbs as he finally sits up and turns to the pair.

"Pac's missing?"

"Shhh, Guapito," Roier coos. "/Go back to sleep/."

Fit must see something, though, because he twists his... whatever the fuck that is from an aggressive stance to a defensive one.

"Yeah," Fit's voice is wary. "I said I'd meeting him tonight - protect him from /you/ - but he's gone."

"Did you check the island?" Cellbit asks, trying not to even think about the words as he drags himself out of bed.

He's too tired for this, far too tired for this, but even with the posters, even with the walls... Pac is obviously terrified of him and maybe he shouldn't chase the man but he's still family. He's still family, and what is he doing this for if not family?

But the fucking bear has taken Pac. Again. And Cellbit is going to enjoy eating its corpse.

All three of them's corpses.

He quite frankly doesn't give a damn.

"Did I check the island?" Fit sounds incredulous. "Of course I checked the island! It's where we were meeting. And Chume Labs, and the Order, and Tubbo's - fuck I even checked /Spreen's/ before I came here. He didn't want to think you'd kill him, but where the fuck else could he be?!"

"The bear took him," Cellbit's brain is running a thousand miles a minute, through every possibility, through every possible torture, through everything being done to Pac and through everything he's going to do to the bear. "That fucking bear! I knew I was going too slowly, I knew-!"

Roier grabs his hands, uncurls fingers he didn't even realise were digging into his palms, meets his eyes, "we'll kill him together, yes?"

"Roier..."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

Fit is still standing there, calmer but less comfortable.

"Alright maybe it was presumptuous," he conceeds. "You'd have left some fucked up riddle. But you can't blame me. Hes terrified of you right now."

"I know," Cellbit hates himself for it, but he has to get his family safe - family that is now only Roier, and Felps, and Bagi. "But I have to. I have to get them safe."

"I get that," Fit puts away his whatever, and takes out his potato cannon instead. "He wants you to be two people, you know. One to be scared of, one to love."

Cellbit laughs - he isn't surprised - and finds he cannot stop. It spirals and spirals and spirals until he's sat on the bed, Roier wrapped around him, laughing so hard he cries into his bloody hands.

Fit does not flee the sight, instead meets the hysterical murderer in the eyes. He doesn't back down, doesn't stop.

"You're clearly not," Fit says. "Get moving, we've got someone to find. I'm down to shoot the fucks, but I'm not an investigator."

Cellbit tries to get up, to go, to find, to hunt.

Roier grabs his wrist.

"Sleep," he says. "They don't leave clues for a few days anyway."

"Oh we're not looking for clues," Fit twirls a keycard between his fingers. "We're just going to go to them."

Rover's lips move in a snarl; Cellbit's match. It's a stupid idea, but he gets the rest of the way up, tears and giggles still slightly escaping him as he pulls on a shirt, and gets his knife.

Cellbit watches the lax movement, and has no doubt that Fit has murdered before, and will do again. Neither, from what he hears, is there anything he wouldn't do for Pac.

Heh.

Maybe they're family after all, or at least they will be very soon. Fucked up little murder family, out for revenge.

"I like your idea," he says, murderer to murderer. "But if you wake my husband up again, it will be you next."

Roier grumbles about that being his line as he straps a fourth knife to his leg, and readies his own weapons.

It doesn't even rise to the threat, he just barks out half of a laugh and adjusts his stance.

"Emergencies about Pac or Mike only."

Cellbit grins wide enough to show off his teeth. "Exactly."

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fit #qsmp Cellbit #background fitpac #I dont know how to tag this just take the warnings above I guess #Spoilers #It's like half seven in the morning and this seemed like a good idea

[withinsight-motivation]

#quotes #inspiration #quote #quoteoftheday #withinsight #morning motivation #motivation #instant inspiration #qotd #life advice #the quiet rabbit #emotionally drained #mentally drained #determination #unplug #take care #self worth #seems like a good deal to me #seems about right #self esteem #self care #it’s ok to not be okay

[dolcecirce]

more r&l cats because i’ve been mythicalmaxxing ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

#this video is so funny #yall also seemed to like my r&l cats! ty for all the rb and likes! #i had to do their hair in this one because its too iconic #esp link’s #and rhett’s outfit #rhett and link #r&l #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #gmm #good mythical morning #good meowthical morning :33 #my art #fanart #ibispaintx #bttrsctch🧸

[spirk-trek]

guys :')

#please don't tag him i'm shy lol #and it's so lame that i even care but :') #wil is one of those ppl i think it would be nice to sit down at a bistro with and eat mediocre baked goods and talk about mundane things #like dog breeds and city zoning and over 100 new species of frog being discovered last year #he just seems kind and pleasant #also btw it was the post about kirk and spock riding ponies in old fanzines......... #not even my own art #all he did was press a button lol society is weird #but anyway it still made my morning so what does that say about me!!! #misc me

[feketeribizli]

alright i made a tag for the fags i always draw to have everything under one thing :-) find my ocs here!

#and if you see everything related to ve beind deleted... its to not cause more confusion lol #i kept the tag for art thats actually for the musical otherwise the shit ive been making hasnt been about it for a good while #this is why i feel comfortable going on and on about how theyre my ocs lol anyways!!!!! #glad you guys are seeming to like them :-) #hazel.txt #hope the link works lol #the link does not work thank you tumblr mobile. ill fix it in the morning #UPDATE again upon advice ive received i tried to fix the link 👍

[bogkeep]

the ferry ride was terrible in many ways, but doing nothing for several hours but lie down in a dark cabin and listening to the most recent murderbot diaries was. admittedly. pretty nice

#ALMOST HOME AGAIN #murderbot is very good and i actually really liked the audibook version #it might actually be easier for me bc i tend to get stuck in a lot of the technobabble or action stuff where i struggle to visualise things #and this way i get through it without rereading the same page five times........ #anyway the ferry didn't have working wifi; the card terminals were broken; and everything was closed when i hadn't had breakfast #and everything seemed kinda mismanaged and badly timed so there were crowds of people everywhere waiting for things #and taking the night ferry is of course superior to day ferry bc u get more daylight for driving after and hotels are expensive #but that one was sold out. tragic #and im not the one paying for things but the hotel made us pay a 'tourist tax' for two days #even though we arrived late in the evening and left early morning without doing anything else in the city. #absolutely mortifying ordeal of having to watch your parents seethe at a poor hotel receptionist just doing their job #BUT AT LEAST THERE'S MURDERBOT

[hyperbolic-havoc]

no but imagine aziraphale and crowley's first s3 interaction being a very messy/rough/desperate/angsty kiss very much like the one in s2 but not quite since it's far clearer that it's being reciprocal and it's initiated by azira, and only after that crowley starts with his very-cordial-but-petty "Oh hello Arcangel Aziraphale! Long time no see, huh?" and then aziraphale is very annoyed like "Crowley, how could you have done that right before i go to heaven?! terrible timing!" but then again he continues with smth along the lines of "oh, we'll deal with this later! right now we've got more important things to do. Crist is on earth." and now i can't decide if crowley would be "well, seems like a problem for you to deal with." bc he doesn't want to seem like they still have their own side (which they absolutely do btw) or if he would end up saying he'll help him for like "the greater good" (to save humanity, maggie and nina, maybe have some more time to show the earth to muriel...)

#i have no idea if this makes sense and im so sorry #its two fifty two in the morning and i can't sleep and my brain wont shut up #and this just appeared and idk i felt like i should write it #also seems a bit like a fic #pity i dont write #(unless.... 👀) #/j kinda #good omens s3 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Day 3: Patience/Focus

Prompt List

 Pt. 3 of The Empire of Samadhi AU

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 (you are here) | Pt. 4

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.

To wield the fire of Samadhi requires focus. To survive around such idiocy, Red Son requires more patience than he practised whilst creating said fire of Samadhi. But before that, Mk wakes up with a spider on his nose.  

Mk woke up warm. 

He hadn’t been warm in a long time. 

Well, honestly he hadn’t really woken up in a long time. It was all muffled sounds, freezing cold and blurry bits of scenes unfolding in front of him here and there while he was unable to move or think clearly. It was… weird to be warm and be able to twitch his fingers without first being told to. But… nice. He really thought it was a dream at first. 

He could hear muffled voices, two of them. One familiar and one not. His body ached despite the warmth as he slowly gained consciousness. His vision started out a little blurry when he opened his eyes, then adjusted after a few moments and he was greeted with a small black spider sitting on his nose. 

Mk screamed. 

He was already halfway up the cave wall, cramming himself into a space he could fit by the time Someone came running in, fire flickering around them. They looked around wildly, alarmed, fists clenched and guard up. 

“Mk!” 

The voice was loud and panicked and Mk would recognize it anywhere. 

“Mei!” 

He didn’t really think before he was practically launching himself off the cavern wall and at his best friend. He realized maybe it wasn’t the best course of action when he noticed how high up he’d been--and when he processed the fact she was on fire--but by then it was too late. 

Mei yelped as he slammed into her from above and they both went crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rings and fire. 

Fire filled the cavern in a small, startled explosion. Mk’s skin burned with a distant memory of pain he couldn’t place the origin of, but before long it was clear the flames weren’t actually touching him. Despite the realization his breathing still came more shallowly than usual for some reason. 

Mei grabbed his hand and pulled him through the smoke and flames to the mouth of the cavern. Mk shielded his eyes and gripped back tightly, the warmth of her hand seeping into his fingers and even up his arm. She was really there. 

They stumbled out coughing. 

“What is wrong with you people?” came an incredulous voice, one Mk didn’t recognize. 

He glanced up, coughing and waving away smoke to try and see who it was coming from. 

“Oh!” Mk said when he saw him. “Hello! You’re really scary looking!” 

And he was pretty scary looking. With hair about as red as it could get, like, ripe tomato red, or maybe hot pepper red. It was reminiscent of many of the vegetables and different fruits he had seen in Pigsy’s kitchen over the years. He was dressed like Mk remembered his Shifu’s distant ancestor dressing in paintings and books. The clothes of a king, or maybe a prince or emperor, unmarred and pristine aside from it being a little dusty with streaks of ash and soot. His scowl was probably the scariest thing. That and his eyes, dark enough to be compared to coal, with just as little life in them. Honestly he looked like he was missing something very important, though Mk couldn’t begin to tell what it was. A smile maybe? 

The man before him puffed out his chest a bit, looking almost proud. “Well at least someone knows I-” 

“Don’t mind him,” Mei said to him dismissively, “he’s a big ol softie. He’d faint if we held hands in front of him.” 

He spluttered. “I would not-” 

“Oh,” said Mk, beaming. “Well, that’s a relief! It’s nice to meet you then, mister.” 

The man spluttered. 

Mei held up their intertwined hands for the man to see, grinning widely. “Look, grandpa. Holding hands.”

The man's entire face went nearly as red as his hair. He spat curses at them as he turned around and stomped away, kicking up ash as he went. 

“Um…” said Mk. “He seems nice.” 

“You get used to him,” Mei shrugged. She squeezed his hand lightly and glanced at him. “You okay?” 

Mk blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good. Uh… how are you?” 

Mei laughed. 

At first, Mk was going to start laughing along with her, despite his confusion. But then he realized it was different from her normal laugh. It wasn’t light or giggly. It lacked that unrestrained joy that always erupted from her when she laughed. It was drenched in heavy, heavy relief. The shaky kind of relief that Mk had felt after a close brush with death during training. 

Then it stuttered. 

His best friend in the whole world sucked in a shuddering breath, and suddenly she was crying. Her voice was shaking between a laugh and a sob as she pulled him into a hug and held on so tightly and crushing that it made it hard to breathe. 

“Mei?” He choked out. “Are you okay?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder and a piece of her hair got in his mouth. He half-spat half-blew it out of his mouth. He made a mildly grossed out noise. “Ew, ew, hair in my mouth-” 

Her next laugh was torn from her like a sob and he could feel it through his entire body. 

She gripped him tighter. 

Something wasn’t right here. 

“Mei?” 

She only buried her face in his shoulder, her entire frame trembling. Mk could feel the heat from her and from the rings hovering above them. They were heavy. It almost felt like massive weights hovering over them, threatening to crash down and crush them. 

With her hair out of the way Mk glanced up to look at the angry red-haired man questioningly, but whatever he was going to ask died in his throat before he could even lay eyes on him. For the first time, he saw beyond the cavern and the people in front of him. 

And there was nothing but black. 

Nothing but a desolate wasteland of ashes as far as he could see. 

Mk gripped Mei back tightly, knees suddenly feeling like jello. 

“What… What happened?” 

Mei held him tighter still and all Mk could do was glance at the angry man with a lost look. 

The man rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me, peasant. I’m not the one with the fire.” 

Mk glanced at his best friend in his arms and startled as he saw his hands for the first time. 

Burns stretched over his fingers, his hands, small ones, and bad ones that looked like they would never ever go away. 

Mk let out a small choked sound. 

“What-?”

“I’m sorry, Mk,” Mei choked out between sobs. “I’m sorry-” 

Mk wasn't sure what was happening, what had happened. He didn’t know where they were or who they were with or why his hands and everything around them was burned, or why he was afraid to look at the rest of himself, or why the clothes he was wearing felt scratchy and uncomfortable and unfamiliar. He didn’t know what the rings were floating over their head or why the fire in the cave hadn’t burned him. He didn’t know why he could only remember being cold for so long, or why now he felt warmer than ever. He didn’t know why a tiny part of him buried away in his chest felt nervous near his best friend. 

Mk didn’t know what was happening, but the one thing he did know is that his best friend was crying. His best friend was crying and needed him right now. That was something he could understand just fine. 

He hugged her back just as tight, squeezing until she could feel like her shaking sobs were steadied by his arms. “It's okay,” he said. “It's okay, Mei, I’m here.” 

He held her tightly and Mei fell apart in his arms. 

Mei and her friend talked just outside the mouth of the cave for a long time. Far too long in Red Son’s opinion. They had places to be. But when he’d attempted to tell the Dragon girl that, she’d actually snarled at him. Her friend’s hand on hers seemed to be the only thing that stopped her from actually trying to barbeque him. 

The amount of patience he required just being around the two of them was already exhausting. He missed the days he could simply incinerate annoying people like them. 

Eventually they stopped talking. After Mei had stopped crying. After Mk had stopped crying. After they had both stopped clinging to each other like children and crying, they finally approached him, still holding hands in a disgusting display of affection. 

“Teach me,” Mei said. 

“No,” Red Son said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Please?” Mk said, shuffling in place. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand so he tapped it on the side of his leg awkwardly, arm swinging out away from him a bit after every tap. He was such a strange one. There was something about him, Red Son couldn’t put his finger on it, but it made him suspicious. 

“No,” Red Son snarled again, this time with more venom. It was highly entertaining to watch Mk flinch, up until he glanced at Mei and saw absolute murder in her eyes. Red Son cleared his throat and looked away. “I’m not teaching you anything.” 

“You taught me how to use the fire to save Mk,” Mei pointed out, infuriatingly correct. 

“That’s different,” Red Son hissed out. “You weren’t fighting, so I did what I had to.”

“Well,” said Mk, chiming in in the most annoying way possible. “Wouldn't it be easier to get places if Mei knew how to use the…” he faltered a bit, glancing up at the rings hovering above Mei’s head. One of them was nearly directly over his head. Red Son narrowed his eyes and watched how Mk’s grip on Mei’s hand tightened. She squeezed back which seemed to give Mk enough steadiness to continue. “I just mean if we run into any other problems it would be better if one of us with big ol’ world-destroying power knew how to use it.” 

He made a good point. A horrible good one. Good enough that it made Red Son grind his teeth and dig his nails into his arms until it hurt. 

“It’s my fire,” Red Son said through gritted teeth. He missed the way his hair would flame up when he felt this way. He missed how his eyes would spark and people would stumble away, terrified of his power. As it was, the two in front of him simply stood, unphased. Mk was the only one looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“Duh,” Mei said, rolling her eyes at him. “But if any of us die you won’t be getting your fire back-” 

“The only one here capable of dying,” said Red Son, “is your friend here.” Mk flinched. Red Son pretended not to feel satisfied by it. 

“Alright, your highness,” Mei said suddenly, releasing Mk’s hand and stepping forward. Although he’d suggested she call him your highness on several different occasions, the way she said it was devoid of any real respect. The rings above her got hotter and brighter, the fire lashing and reflecting in her eyes from within. “You shut up and listen. If you die, you won’t get your fire cause you’ll be dead. If I die, you won’t get your fire because everything will probably burn to nothing. And if Mk dies you can kiss your sweet fire goodbye because I will burn you and everything else myself if anything happens to my best friend, got it?”

Truly, her tone was something reminiscent of Red Son’s mothers. Threatening, scolding and terrifying all at once. 

Red Son very nearly took a step back. 

He cleared his throat. “Well… I suppose things would go… faster if you were not quite so useless.” 

“Right,” Mei said, crossing her arms, unamused. 

Red Son straightened up, keeping his chin tilted up. “I am not doing this because you tried to threaten me.” 

“Of course not,” Mei said dryly. 

Red Son bristled. “Whatever, dragon girl. Pull yourself away from your friend and I’ll show you how not to be a useless sack.” 

“Thanks, grandpa!” Mei chirped, quite suddenly smiling brightly. She skipped back to Mk and took his hand in hers once again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

Red Son scoffed.

“Um, yes, thank you Mister uh… Mister…” Mk trailed off, looking a little lost. 

Red Son groaned. He tilted his head back for just a moment to pray for the long-suffering patience required to hold a conversation with these uncultured peasants. “The Demon of Samdhi. Or at least I’m told by your friend that it is now my title.” 

Mk jolted. His head snapped up and he gaped at Red Son. 

“Wait- you’re… you’re-” 

Mei patted his shoulder. “Oooo… Yeah… I forgot to mention. Um. Mk…this is… well, the Demon of Samadhi!” She paused then waved her free hand back and forth. “Surprise…aha….” 

Mk made a small choking sound. He looked quite pale. “M…Mei are you sure um… are you sure traveling with the… him is a good idea…?” He nervously glanced back at him. 

Red Son bared his teeth at him in a wide grin. Mk took a step back. 

It was horribly satisfying. 

At least until Mei shoved her hand into his face to cover it and shoved him down out of Mk’s sight, completely ignoring his indignant cursing and outrage. “Ah, don’t worry about him. He’s a big softie.” 

“I will kill you,” Red Son hissed. 

“See?” Mei said. “Softie.” 

“Oh,” said Mk, like he had complete faith in Mei’s judgment of character. “Phew, that’s a relief. Glad to have you on our side Mr. Demon of Samadhi!” 

“I am not on your side-” Red Son attempted to choke out to no avail. They completely ignored him. 

“Well, Sifu,” Mei said. “When do we start?”  “When you get your hand off my face.”

“Samadhi is a meditation and a form of concentrated focus. Its meaning is a form of… bringing things together. I harnessed it to create the most concentrated form of fire that exists in this world.” 

Mei sat cross legged on the ground in front of Red Son as he paced before her, his arms held behind his back loosely. She had a bored look on her face, one elbow resting on her knee and her chin in her hand. He ignored her blatant disrespect and continued. 

“A true wielder of my fire, should be able to become one with it, to make it their own and wield it through the practice of meditation and focus.” His lip curled as he watched Mei glance at where a gust of wind was blowing up some loose ash. “Though I doubt you will be able to do such a thing.” 

“Ehhhh… what was that?” Mei glanced back at him. 

Red Son sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you want to learn you are going to have to listen.” 

“I’m listening!” Mei said, rocking back and forth. “I’m listening real good.” 

“If I could kill you right now, I would,” Red Son said. 

“But you can’t,” Mei sing-songed. She giggled and winked at him. 

“I hate you so much. You are a disrespect to my fire.” He turned to Mk and barked. “You there!” 

Mk nearly fell backwards where he was balancing on a blackened boulder. His arms windmilled and flailed until he got himself steady and he stood up ramrod straight, with his arms at his sides.”Yes! What? I’m listening!” 

Red Son groaned into his hands. “Of course, of course I’m stuck with two of the biggest idiots-” He exhaled sharply and looked up at them. “If either of you want to understand my fire you are going to have to start paying attention-” 

“But I’m hungyyy,” Mei complained, continuing her rocking back and forth. “There’s nothing to eat around here.” 

“And thirsty,” Mk added. 

Red Son squinted at them both. “Idiots.” 

He bothered to glance around. He had to admit, there was some concern to be had for the lack of resources. Red Son, of course, could go a very long time without those types of substances. Mei as well if his fire sustained her the way it had always sustained him. 

But Mk was another matter. 

He was more mortal than either of them. Lack of sleep got to him quickly. Even more quickly in the form of eating away at his attention. Food and water were another thing he clearly could not do long without and there was no telling how long he’d been without it already under the white lady’s influence. 

And as long as Mk was distracted Mei would likely also remain distracted due to her worry for him and they’d blame him for it because of course they would. 

“Fine,” he said. He planted his feet firmly on the ground to get their attention before he started his declaration. “We will continue this lesson after you two get yourself some sort of substance to consume.” 

Mei blinked. “Uh… Samadhi Sifu… I don’t know how to tell you this, but… there’s not really… anything here…” 

She gestured to the wasteland stretching around them. Red Son could still feel the fire going on under his feet. The only thing for miles around were half-melted boulders and rocks in a pattern that made Red Son assume it had once been a stream or river of sorts. The fire had long since eaten up any water that had run through it previously. 

Mk blinked slowly, one eye closing and opening sooner than the other, a little off-beat.  

“I know that,” Red Son snapped. “That’s why we’re going somewhere else.” 

“Uhhhh…” said Mei. “Where… exactly?” 

“I don’t have time to explain,” Red Son threw up his hands. “Ugh. Just- stand up, fool.” 

Mei rolled her eyes but she did as she was told. 

“Give me some fire.” 

Mei blinked. “Huh?” 

“Fire. Just-” Red Son sighed. “Just light the rings.” 

“Oooookay…” Mei said slowly. She closed her eyes and after a moment the rings above her flickered to life. 

Without missing a beat, Red Son snatched a bit of flame from the rings. Mei made a little surprised sound, leaning forward curiously. He tried not to bask under her clear admiration. He may not have been able to create his own fire now that it had been stripped from him, but he could still wield it just fine. 

…In small amounts at least. 

“Cool…” Mei said as she watched him draw the circle of flame on the ground. 

“This,” Red Son said, “is a gateway. It will take us outside of the range of the fire, but only for a temporary time. Then we will be transported back here.” 

“So… it's like… yo-yo teleportation?” Mk asked, glancing over Mei’s shoulder to see the circle. 

Red Son spluttered. “What? That-that is an offensively simple way to put it-” 

“But he’s not wrong,” Mei interrupted with a grin. 

Red Son contemplated throwing them both into the circle and then running away, but that would simply be foolish and separate him from his fire. Instead he cursed their ashes under his breath and finished drawing the spell out. 

“Do you want food or not?” He gritted out. 

That at least got them moving into the circle and shutting their mouths. At least temporarily. 

“Let’s go, Sifu Samadhi,” Mei said. 

“I hope the saying of mortals melting in these portals is true for you two,” he said before activating it. 

“Wait,” Mk said. What-?” 

The portal burst into flames.

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#KNOX WRITES (me) #Monkie Kid the Empire of Samadhi AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid Red Son #Monkie Kid Mei #Monkie Kid Mk #Monkie Destiny Challenge (2023) #Wooooo #ALRIGHT THAT'S THAT #The last bit of this I was gonna put into the next prompt but eh i needed the focus bit here so if the cut seems awkward that's why #you know my plan wasn't to only write snippets from this au for this prompt month but at this rate we're just gonna get thirty days of THIS #*WHEEZING* #HG;LSKFJAWEOF #ANYWAY GOOD MORNING REMEMBER TO HYDRATE #i really didn't edit this one much but #NO BETA WE DIE LIKE LBD'S HOPE FOR THE WORLD #EAT A SNACK HUG UR FRIEND HAVE A GREAT DAY