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#+ the monkey king; wukong. | musings.

dirgc · 3 months

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iimexpensiive · 12 days

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"I know I'm handsome BUT you keep staring at me like that you are going to make me blush."

#I Am The Monkey King | Sun Wukong {IC}#Ready For Action | {Open Post}#[throws out the old monkey]#I am trying to rouse his muse; I wanna RP him more dangit

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no-more-tales-tavern · 10 months

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@delugedecade sent "Some Like It Rough v1 2A : Neo has to pay back Hozukimaru for bailing her out of jail, again."

Some Like it Rough V1: 2A

He swore she was doing it on purpose at this point. I mean, how else could he explain it? She was possibly the most skilled assassin in the entire region—she had gotten away with more crimes on her record than he had lovers in each city they visited—and for Hozukimaru, that was definitely saying something!

Yet despite all her skills, the four-foot-six expert in espionage and assassinry somehow always thrown in prison for the most mundane of reasons, and needed him to bail her out.

"You know, Neo~" the hulking barbarian groaned as leaned over her, folding the curvy shortstack in an upside-down full-nelson, his massive cock ramming away into her ass, "if you want me to fuck you stupid~ all you have to do is ask~!"

The curvy shortstack could only squeal and moan in reply—the way he folded her pinned her arms to her sides, so she had no way of responding to him. Still, she let a delighted and lewd smile spread across her face, and she nuzzled back into the ape-man's broad chest as she took his punishing fucking with absolute delight.

"Don't you give me that~" her companion muttered, though a smirk had started to spread across his face as well as he drilled his cock harder down into her—his tail curled and coiled around her waist under him and hooked back on itself to hold her tight against him. "Use your words next time~ tell me what you—oof!"

His mocking tone was cut off by the firm headbutt to his chest, and as he pulled back he held back a chuckle at her pouting puffed up cheeks as she glowered up at him. "Oi, don't look at me like that—you know you can use your words!"

The expert assassin glared up at him, before huffing and flipping her wrist, pulling a sign out from nowhere to face up at him. [Yeah, but it's not as fun~] it read, and her pouty expression turned into a playful smirk. One that made Hozukimaru grin.

"Why you~ well, if fun's what you want~!!" he growled, before gripping her tighter and holding her fully up off the ground—immediately, Neo let out another shrill squeal of delight, and began to moan out wantonly as the hung as hell ape-man began plowing ruthlessly into her, fucking her even harder than before, her body jerking and bucking in ecstasy.

Outside their room, the rest of their party grimaced, knowing this would take a while.

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet)#a different sort of fairy tale (rwby au)#the cute mute assassin (neopolitan)#a tavern regular (oc muse)#the golden monkey king (hozukimaru wukong)

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voidfcllen · 2 years

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FROM THE INBOX: ‘ we hope you enjoyed the show! ’! ’ - swk! / @megapolismayor

“Actually, I have a couple of notes.”

If he had to pick between the annoying theatre-esque people who’ve tried to murder him. Wukong would gladly say that Macaque did it better. Regardless of his personal feelings towards the shadow warrior, at least he knew how to put on a show. This guy just gave him the heebie jeebies.

Maybe he didn’t have anything else to give.

#megapolismayor #(all I can think is 'monkey king wrecks the mayors shit round 2)#❅ [ Sun Wukong // Ver.1 ] no i won’t GO AWAY. i’ve got something MORE to say.#❅ [ ANSWERED ] i make NO APOLOGIES for my muses.#❅ [ QUEUE ] am i HERE? probably NOT.

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ask-thesparedau · 1 year

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Can I ask with the Macaque is spared AU, why do you make him so childish and adorable every single time?!

My heart can’t take it!

Glad you asked! I do have a reason for it

With his true form revealed, the six eared macaque becomes timid and withdrawn. He prefers to only speak when addressed, and does so quietly. A stark contrast to his near-perfect imitation of the witty and abrasive monkey king!

This is because he finds comfort in playing the part of someone more confident than himself. He has a knack for theatrics, and really knows how to get into the mind of the ‘characters’ he plays.

Sun Wukong is an especially entertaining muse. Macaque had to perfect more than his personality to properly imitate him.

#none of this is canon btw #don’t crucify me #assume everything is a headcanon for my au lol #sun wukong #six eared macaque #jttw #monkey king #overly sarcastic productions #jttw monkeyking #jttw wukong #jttw macaque #Spared!Macaque #au #ask #side stuff

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wukong-s-only-wife5000 · 6 months

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Macaque: Numbers.

Thought this was too funny not to post. Sure, it's short, but I may or may not edit it.

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“So…” Wukong eyed Macaque suspiciously. “What has you so… Happy?”

“What, can't I just be in a good mood?” Macaque looked at Wukong with a raised brow.

“You? Barely,”

“Rude,” he chuckled. “Well, I just am.”

“What, you get a girlfriend or something?”

“It's a… Work in progress,” he said without even thinking.

“Ha!” Wukong laughed, thinking he was joking… But it set in quickly that Macaque was serious. “Wait, you're serious?!”

“Jealous?” he smirked at the Monkey King.

“Who the hell would wanna be with an emo boy like yo-” it clicked quickly, and the look of terror that appeared on Wukong's face was amusing. “DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MISTER!” He suddenly snapped, which made MK jump out of his sleep. “I'm not going to let you infect my precious sister with your… Youness,”

“Well, me and my friend (Y/n) get along pretty well,”

Oh, how Macaque cherished that horrified expression.

“SINCE WHEN ARE YOU ANYTHING CLOSE TO BEING FRIENDS?!”

“Somebody's sounding jealous~” Macaque teased the Great Sage.

“Make no mistake, you me wannabe, (Y/n) would never-”

“I don't know, she seemed pretty interested when we saw each other last week,”

Wukong tore a bit at the thought of you talking to Macaque while you hadn't responded to his 558 messages and 54 calls. He'd visit, but if you were ignoring him, then he didn't want to anger you… He'd learned his lesson.

Macaque couldn't believe how easy it was to trigger Wukong.

“What's wrong, bud?” Macaque teased. “Didn't she tell you about it?”

“Of course she did! She tells me everything!” he snapped, though he was overflowing with betrayal. How could you talk to Macaque but not him? He's your best friend! How much longer can you possibly stay mad at him?!

“Oh, so she told you to give me her number since she was in a rush,” Macaque looked over Wukong’s face.

“Of course she did!” he huffed and folded his arms. “I just don't want to.”

“Sure you wanna do that?” he chuckled and folded his arms. “Isn't she not talking to you right now? Do you really want to risk her getting more mad at you?” that made Wukong twitch at the thought.

He was silent for a very long time before he grumbled and snatched the phone, stubbornly putting in the number under the name-

“Wukong’s Best Friend,” Macaque mused as he looked at the contact.

“And don't you forget it!” Wukong huffed as he folded his arms.

“Thanks a lot, bud, that was easier than I thought it was gonna be,” he mused and opened a portal under him.

“W-Wait, what do you mean by that?!” he tried to grab Macaque.

“Later, Wukong. Thanks again for the number, bud,” the emo monkey grinned before he dropped into the shadow portal without a trace. Leaving behind an even more ticked-off Monkey King.

Damn him. Wukong swore to himself.

#Lego: Monkey King #monkey king #lmk #lego monkie kid #request #x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque

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vynnytypesstuff · 1 year

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Hello! Im here for a request if you dont mind, i loved the platonic stuff you wrote for lmk and wanted to request a platonic drabble with Sun Wukong and Macaque. If you don’t do that then can i get some headcanons? Enjoy your vacation!!

꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Platonic Drabbles for Sun Wukong and Macaque

Ngl I had fun writing this request. I think I favor writing platonic stuff lmao

Thanks for your patience and here you go <33

Warnings: None

Sun Wukong

(Word Count: 430)

[Name] yawned, stretching their arms outwards as they laid on their back against the firm mattress of Wukong's couch. With the long week they've had to deal with, a lazy Sunday was the exact crowning jewel they needed to kick back and unwind, and what better way to spend them than with one of your closest friends?

Resisting the urge to let their exhaustion coax them into slumber, [Name] turned over onto their side, curious to see what Wukong had been up to during the time they had been staring at the ceiling. The Monkey King had been seated on the floor, surprisingly too focused on whatever task he was trying to complete to respond to [Name]'s movements. Upon closer inspection, in front of him was a piece of paper with art supplies scattered around him.

[Name] blinked, "since when do you draw?"

That seemed to be enough to grab Wukong's attention. "Uh, since always? Didn't I tell you this before?"

"Yeah, but… I kind of figured you were bluffing."

Wukong looked at them with false offense, sputtering in exaggeration, as if he were actually upset by that comment. "Wha- I'm shocked! Offended, even! I have my hidden talents you know. See for yourself!"

Reluctantly, [Name] rolled off the couch to get a look at Wukong's supposed masterpiece. A lingering part of them still expected to see a humorous assortment of scribbles, yet they were completely blown away once they witnessed his scarily realistic and accurate depiction of Flower Fruit Mountain, fully sketched down to it's finest details. It even had Wukong's little monkeys companions, who's sketched counterparts were scurrying around the mountain.

"How is your work not on display in a museum?!" [Name] exclaimed questioningly. They felt a little guilty about underestimating Wukong's artistic talents. They just weren't expecting him to be insanely good.

"Stage fright, or something," Wukong nonchalantly shrugged.

"Or maybe being the Monkey King is just a cover for your true identity as an artist," They mused. "I can't believe you've had a secret identity all this time and you didn't tell me."

He laughed, deciding to play along with the joke. "Caught me red-handed! And if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

Their exchange of friendly banter went on for quite some time before [Name] finally decided to abandon their original Sunday plans of having an intense ceiling-staring session, choosing to watch Wukong color his work before grabbing a piece of paper for themself and joining him in his makeshift "art studio." Overall, it was the perfect close to a weekend of relaxation.

Macaque

(Word Count: 446)

"'Come hiking with me' you said. 'It'll be worth it' you said," a muttered complaint spilled into the air, courtesy of [Name]. Macaque and [Name] had been hiking the same mountain for a little over an hour. The rugged terrain combined with the narrow twists and turns of the trail wasn't helping with [Name]'s growing exhaustion. "It feels like we've been at this for ages! How much further until we're there?"

Macaque's voice rumbled in a soft, fond chuckle, clearly finding amusement in his friend's whining. "Relax, we're almost there. Besides, I meant what I said. You'll be thanking me once we've reached the top. Would I lie to you?"

[Name] opened their mouth to respond, but Macaque beat them to the punch with a quick "don't answer that."

Thankfully, Macaque had been truthful. A mere ten minutes after that small exchange, they had finally reached their final destination. It was the height of the Spring season, so despite the gentle chill of the flowing breeze hitting their skin, the weather was warm and comfortable. The view itself was breathtaking. The natural assortment of flora below them shone vibrantly against the sunlight, resembling the picturesque nature of a meticulously painted landscape.

The awed look on [Name]'s face didn't escape Macaque's gaze. "Told you it would be worth it." He grinned, finding a spot near the mountain's edge to sit down. "Honestly, even I forgot how beautiful the view was from up here."

"You haven't been here recently?"

Macaque shook his head in answer. "I used to come up here all the time with an old friend, so it just brings up a lot of memories, you know?" Perhaps [Name] was imagining it, but it almost sounded like there was a hint of sadness in his voice. They chose not to question it, instead letting him continue. "I wasn't sure how I'd feel about coming up here again."

'It's part of the reason I invited you,' a sudden thought that went unspoken. That was a little too vulnerable for his tastes.

[Name] walked over to where he was sat and settled next to him. They didn't speak after that, instead choosing to take in the view in comfortable silence. There was nothing awkward about it. Believe it or not, Macaque wasn't always the most talkative, so having someone he could sit with in silence was a pleasant change of pace.

Time passed, with [Name] being the one to break the silence. "Thanks for inviting me, this was actually pretty nice."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean you'll stop bugging me by asking 'are we there yet' every time we climb up here?"

"Don't count on it."

#lego monkie kid #lmk #platonic x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #platonic drabble #askblog #askbox is open #vynnytypesstuff

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 month

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Shihuā probably would have peeled through Guanyin's eyes (if that's something that could be done, idk it seems to imply that even souls already reincarnated can still interact with the world in some way with how the Golden Cicada would guide Tang in the Lantern City or how all of the Pilgrims jsut suddenly appeared as spirits rather than memories when Wukong was rescuing everyone from the Scroll's curse) if she could. Just imagining Shihuā and her mate watching over Wukong through Guanyin, and since Guanyin has reached enlightenment, she probably can recognize when this happens. Crying for Wukong's pain and cheering for his victories, cooing at how he'd care for the baby monkeys. Maybe some of Wukong's more nerdy pursuits (dude is canonically a person who loves to learn) came from his dad? Or his painting skills at least.

Oh yes.

Shíhuā and Yē Lín are able to see much of Wukong's life on the island, given that it's their resting place. And the passed Matriarch has the privilege to see through the eyes of her most recent incarnation - the Bodhisattva Guanyin themselves no matter where they are.

And like with the Golden Cicada's spirit guiding Tang; Shíhuā is able to project herself to the goddess for matters requiring an extra opinion.

So the pair of monkeys are able to share the pains and sorrows and joys that Wukong experiences growing from a cub to a king to a pilgrim to a near-god. And they honestly just want to give him a hug.

They also giggle loudly when their son first meets the little visitor from the lunar realm with six-ears, knowing full well that the flustered stone cubs acted as they did once upon a time.

I love the thought of Wukong coming across his mother's things and seeing that while she had her love of music and fashion (her horde of jade ornaments and bone instruments evidence of that), she was admitedly awful when it came to art.

Wukong finds an art gift the mated pair shared and it looks like that one MLP meme.

Shíhuā, sheepishly: "Oh, your father had always been the better one when it came to visual arts." Yē Lín: "Hard not to when my muse is so beautiful!" Both ghost monkeys: *start nuzzling like newlyweds* Wukong: *covers eyes in embarassment*

Wukong's dad is also super proud and supportive of when he left the island to get an education from Subodhi. Shíhuā points to Wukong's piles of dogearred alchemy textbooks (this monkey had a big nerd moment in JTTW when he had to be a doctor) as evidence that he always had his dad's love of learning new things.

Wukong wonders aloud if his parents' habits rubbed off on his cubs (bio or adopted), only to turn around and see MK covered in chalk and drawing a mural of the Stone Matriach and her Consort from memory on the cave wall.

Yē Lín: "See? It's not only me! Your beauty trancends life itself!" *continues smooching wife* Shíhuā: *loud Wukong-esque snort of laughter!* Wukong: *prays Guanyin comes back soon*

Oh if there's grandbabies? You know them grandbabies getting the ghost equivalent of mini-boss bodyguards. The two monkeys sob over Wukong's cubs, overjoyed that he's able to be there with them when they couldn't for him.

#stone matriarch au #sun wukong #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk guanyin

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broke-art · 1 year

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Monkey King x necromancer reader

You raced through the forest trying your best to lose him. Darting through the trees and keeping low was your best bet. And yet, a form slammed down infront of you, the force of the impact throwing you backwards.

"Leaving so soon?" Sun Wukong asked standing straight from the crater his entrance had created. He folded his arms with a smirk.

"You're wrong." You stated defiantly getting to your feet. "That wasn't me. They lied to you!"

"Uh huh, sure." The Monkey King rolled his eyes reaching for you. "Listen, just reverse the spell and I'll let you-"

You pulled back before he could grab you and muttered a spell under your breath. Thunder clapped above you both and a bolt of lightning struck the ground between you two.

Monkey King stumbled back, but regained his composure quickly.

"That's it? Some flashy-" his words caught on his throat as Tripitaka looked around in confusion.

"Where am I?" The monk's gaze caught on to the Monkey King. "Wukong? But how-"

Monkey King's eyes began to water and a low growl escaped him.

"That's low." He caught your arm with a bone shattering grip.

You yelped and Tripitaka stepped between you.

"Sun Wukong, this is not how you treat an unarmed woman!" He attempted to press away the Monkey King's grip but then noticed his ethereal hand was translucent.

Monkey King's grip eased some.

"What trickery is this?" Tripitaka questioned curiously investigating his hand.

"It's my gift." You explained looking at Sun Wukong. "I'm a necromancer. I can't affect plagues! The wizard who started the plague tricked you!"

Tripitaka glanced up.

"Have I taught you nothing?! Violence rarely solves anything. And now you have attacked an innocent!"

The Monkey's grip vanished and he lunged at Tripitaka.

Panic swelled in your gut and you nearly ended your spell but froze when you realized.

Monkey King hugged Tripitaka tightly.

"I missed you." He muttered quietly.

The monk seemed taken a back, but slowly eased.

"I missed you too, old friend."

After a few minutes your arms began to burn and you hugged yourself in pain.

"Monkey King!" You pleaded.

He glanced at you.

"I have to release his soul now. I can't keep anyone here long."

He stared at you then looked at the great monk. Tripitaka started to fade but he smiled at the Monkey King as he did.

"Stay out of mischief, Wukong."

The Monkey King laughed bitterly.

"I make no promises, master." He bowed and as Tripitaka faded entirely.

You in turn, you crumpled to the ground unconscious.

Later.

Slowly your senses returned as the sound of lower muttering touched your ears. The words made little to no sense, but they brought you from the brink of sleep. Soon you blinked open your eyes.

Monkey King leaned over you, cleaning light scratches and scrapes you had collected from your run through the forest.

"Oh your awake." He addressed quickly pulling away. "I investigated your...statement. You were right....I'm sorry."

The admission seemed to be difficult for him to say so you smiled.

"Thank you. But where are we?" You sat up slowly glancing around. "Well, despite my clearing your name. Your village refused to treat you." Monkey King explained. "So, I brought you to my home. Welcome to Flower fruit mountain." He stood and plucked a peach from a tree biting into it before leaning against the tree's trunk.

"It's beautiful." You whispered in awe staring at the wonders around you.

"Yeahhh." Monkey King shrugged. "If you want...you could stay here, until you find a new village." He mused thoughtfully looking at the peach.

"How generous." You smirked.

"Yeah?" The Monkey King wandered over to you. "Generous enough to call us even for wrongly attacking you?"

You smiled.

"Of course."

#lego monkie kid #lego red son #jttw sun wukong #jttw #jttw wukong #lego nezha #lego #lego monkie king #lmk #redson #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king x reader #lmk monkey king

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silvergolddraco28 · 6 months

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Done For- Roleplay with @sanityisinthemusic

Chapter 2 God of Life

There was a loud knocking early the next morning. "Hey, wake up. I brought breakfast, and I'm supposed to take the cub back with me," a bossy woman's voice called through the door.

Wukong scowled as he got up from the floor having woken up late in the night unable to sleep and decided to simply meditate. He carefully picked up the cub sleeping on the bed and wrapped him up in the Scarlet red scarf once more as a makeshift swaddle. Wukong opened the door partly glad the seal he had used still allowed for those outside to make themselves known after knocking.

A bird demoness was holding a tray of bruised, misshapen, wrinkly fruits and a glass of water. "Open the door already."

“I did,” Wukong replied, taking the tray with ease by his tail while the demoness huffed, taking the cub from his arms with force and carrying the little cub like he was disease-infested.

“Needs a bath before Our Lord sees it.” she huffed. “You are a stable hand today so eat then find the horses you can't miss their stench you smell just like it.”

Wukong scowled. "Don't put him in any kind of deep water. If anything happens to him, you're first." He shut the door, tail wrapping around his leg anxiously. He sighed, picking through to find the least bad fruit and sniffing the water before tentatively sipping it. 'At least this is clean enough. Guess they don't keep bad water around.'

Finishing what little he could, he begrudgingly puts on the stable clothes and walks out to try to find the stables. And take his time doing so.

Eventually, he found his way to the stables taking note of how there was just one stable hand waiting with a pile of tools and a bin. The stable boy grinned. “Well well well if it isn't the Race Traitor finally getting Karma for killing his kind. These are your tools ‘top quality’ for you. You’ll have a full run of the place as the rest of the hands have the day off and our Lord was gracious enough to attach a watching shadow to keep an eye on you.” the stable boy grinned as he explained things.

"I have to do it all myself?" Wukong looked around the stables, frowning. It wasn't small. And with the collar on, he couldn't afford to make clones to help him. "Who decided nobody else was working?"

“Need to know and you are not the one that needs to know. Have a good day cleaning Dirty Monkey.” the demon waved his hand walking past the insulted and slurred at Wukong.

He grits his teeth but ignores the urge to punch the jerk and grab a shovel. Today was going to be a long, long day.

‘White, black, brown, mixed repeat.’ Wukong thought as he moved each horse methodically out of their stalls to a small pasture to wait while he cleaned out the old straw and any manure. He was able to get through about twenty horses until a shadow clone of the Shadow Lord popped up from the closet shadow with a fussy and hungry Cub.

"How is your first day on the job, Stable Boy?" The Shadow Lord approached, doing his best to hold the squirming little cub in his arms without squeezing too hard. "Afraid you're going to need to take a break so you can do your second job."

“Peachy. Twenty-five horses down.” Wukong replied heading over to a buck of clean water and washing off his hands before returning to collect the fussy cup opening part of his uniform up to allow Mk access to his breast.

"Fo think you were capable of labor. Wonder how you'll handle the rest of the jobs that were lined up for you?" The Lord mused, smirking.

“I’ll see what is in store if today is going to be on repeat for the remainder of my stay.” Wukong flatly stated. “Whose idea was it to send all the stable hands away and leave just me alone?”

"Oh come now, you're the Great Monkey King! Great Sage, Loyal Pet of Heaven." The Lord spread his arms wide, a mocking tone in his voice. "You shouldn't need the help of demons for a few basic chores."

Wukong scowled but didn't comment on the slander of his titles. “Fine if that's how it will be then surely the Lord of Shadows can manage to feed the young Cub on his own. You have your milk.”

"Oh dear, I didn't think the Great Monkey King would even abandon his cub." The Lord sighed dramatically before stepping forward, hands reaching for the cub. "Well give him here then, I'll just raise him myself."

Wukong turned his body away with a small growl. “Over my corpse.”

"That can be arranged." Shadows shot out from under Wukong, wrapping around his legs and dragging him to his knees. Macaqur grabbed his hair and pulled it back as he knelt behind him. "Don't say things you don't mean, you're not in any position to be uncooperative."

Wukong grits his teeth as the cub finishes, getting taken by the Shadow Lord and disappearing into the shadows with Wukong being released. “Shit…” Wukong cursed to himself while golden tears pooled in his eyes and dropped to the ground.

()()()()()

Wukong hissed as he stretched himself out from the grueling week of labor and acted as the Lord’s personal messenger bird when he had accidentally shifted into a hawk after breathing in too much dust and sneezing one of the minor and annoying side effects of his powers.

Today was the day he would be ‘training’ with the guards and he already knew they had something rather bold planned from their smirks whenever he passed a guard over the past week.

‘Something worse than just labor will happen today… I just know it.’ Wukong thought as he dressed in the training garb.

"Hey, let's get going already. Can't train without the punching bag." Someone laughed outside of the room after banging on the door. "Or what, the Great Sage just scared to fight without his powers?"

Wukong scowled at the insult as he opened the door getting grabbed by the shoulders and held in a rather tight headlock that was making him see spots as air was denied to his lungs.

"Wow, you're as weak as everyone's been saying, huh traitor?" The wolf demon growled out in amusement as he started dragging the Sage toward the training yard like that. "Training's gonna be fun."

“We got to put him in armor first! It should be coming right out of the forge any second piping hot and ready to be molded right into the Traitor’s skin.” Another pipped up grinning.

"Let's not bother with the training weapons today. We need more practice with the real thing, right?" Another piped up.

“Get the good ones that can even cut through Dragon scales.”

"Enough, all of you!" The bear demon whom Wukong had met on his first day roared. The field went silent, and the knights all straightened. "I understand you're all looking forward to today, but keep in mind this is still training. Focus!"

Wukong managed to break from the grasp around his neck rubbing at the dark and ugly bruise rapidly forming under the thin fur from the last week of pure stress and labor.

"Heads up." Was the only warning the big bear gave before tossing a wooden staff at Wukong. "I expect you to put your all in today. Your combat skills are well known and I want my troops to be ready for if real threat like you get in traitor." He pointed a finger toward a pile of armor. "That should be about as much armor as you normally wear. You don't stop today until I tell you to stop, got it?"

“Yes Sir,” Wukong replied neutrally heading over to the pile of old and weak armor. None of it would give him any protection at all so he sighed and turned away from the armor testing the training staff in his hands. ‘This will break if I try to hit anyone with it with my full strength.’ Wukong grimaced at how all the odds were stacked against him.

"Alright everyone, warmups are over. We're starting with one on one spare and then groups can try their hand. Everyone line up, I'll be choosing who's going when." The large bear called from in front of a ring of packed dirt, flattened out from hundreds, maybe thousands of sparring matches. He looked at Wukong and pointed to the circle. "Get ready traitor. My soldiers don't hold back."

“I don't expect them to,” Wukong replied as he entered the center of the circle and took a relaxed stance with the wooden staff angled against his side and back.

One after another, the bear sends in warriors for Wukong to fight. The moment one is knocked down, another fight starts. The bear just keeps calling out names.

This keeps going until one soldier gets a lucky hit… a sword right into Wukong’s gut spilling bright golden blood onto the dirt and making it shake and crack as thick greenery sprang to life sucking up the blood as Nature reacted to one of its being harmed.

You dare harm a Sage of Nature’s Chosen Vessel! The earth seemed to rumble with waves of angry energy rippling up from deep underground.

"HALT!" The bear demon roared as the demon who'd successfully stabbed Sun Wukong staggered backward, leaving his sword behind. Several others had been rushing forward when the command froze them in place. The bear lifted his great head. "My Lord! Your presence is needed at the training grounds!"

A neat instant later the shadow of the bear darkened, seeming to open. The bear stayed perfectly still as the Shadow Lord Macaque stepped out of his portal.

He only took a moment to take in the scene before he strode forward and ripped the sword from the King's stomach, using his shadows to block the wound. "Call for the medics, we'll need to treat him." At his calm order, the knights rushed to action. Macaque knelt on one knee in front of the wounded king, ignoring the blood soaking into his robes. "You'll be treated. Now calm the Earth's magic."

“Careful there… don't get that on your skin or risk being immortal,” Wukong warned with a weak smirk as he placed his hand on the gold blood-soaked ground causing his skin and fur to shift into magma-like stone with golden veins and bright gold-tinted bronze fur up towards his elbow while his eyes turned a solid green-tinted gold.

:I’m fine, Old One. Just paying back old dues for my reckless youth and being judged by a Vessel of Shades.: Wukong ‘spoke’ to the earth ignoring the pain coming from the shackle on his other wrist while the wound on his stomach knit closed with not a trace behind.

Macaque hummed. "I'll keep that in mind." He stood, his robes still tinted gold. "Once the medical team has checked you over and you've had some time, we need to talk."

“I'm fine. I don't need a healer and I can come with you now to talk without making you wait.” Wukong stated.

"More worried about what a healer might find, or what I might say to others?" Macaque raised an eyebrow.

“Bad experiences with healers in the past,” Wukong stated with a voice devoid of emotion.

"Very well then, your loss." Macaque looked at his warriors. "Clean this place up and get back to training." He ordered. The Bear demon nodded shapely and started shouting orders.

Macaque dropped them through a portal into his living quarters, where a shadow clone was rocking a sleeping cub. "Sit down wherever you'd like." Macaque walked over to the clone, gently taking the cub from it as it disappeared.

Wukong simply took a seat in a comfy-looking chair curling up in his soft fabric and plush feeling material that soothed some of his aches and pains. “What is it you wish to speak to me about unless it's just because of that minor accident in the training field,” Wukong questioned.

"I wouldn't call that minor, personally." Macaque takes a seat on the couch opposite Wukong, leaning back to let the child rest more comfortably on his chest. "What exactly are you, Sun Wukong?"

“What everyone thinks I am. A fool of a monkey that takes any and every blame without question and fulfills the tasks of righting the blame.” Wukong shrugged. “That is my life. If you want the real answer I suggest you use a nine-ring privacy seal. Not many know beyond Life and Nature.”

Macaque frowned slightly before sighing. "That will take a moment, though within my domain it feels excessive. I would know if anyone was listening." Still, the Shadow rises to his feet and approaches the King. "Are you in any shape to hold the cub, or will another of my shadow clones be required? He only tolerates them for so long."

“I can hold him,” Wukong assured taking the cub with a soft and happy rumble from his chest while his tail wagged in joy.

Macaque nodded, leaving the King with his cub as he began the arduous process of creating such an intensive seal. He used his magic to cover everything throughout the room, taking great care in the process. When he'd finally finished the setup, he called upon his shadow magic that was within the runes. They flared a bright purple. "Done." He went back to his seat. "Are you satisfied with this? Will you answer the question now?"

“Tell me what you know and I will fill in the rest.”

He hummed. "You have a strong connection to the earth. It seemed to react to your blood. It almost felt as though the earth wanted to swallow the training grounds. Your blood also has the power to turn someone immortal purely by being absorbed into the skin, which I've never heard of. And that sort of golden blood I believe to be associated with the highest levels of divinity, which is odd when you were a demon last I checked."

“I might be called a demon because of my eyes but I fall neither under the realm of demon nor celestial. I'm the Primordial Monkey of Stone one of four beings that fall outside of the natural order of the world.” Wukong stated.

"So you are the Stone Monkey." Macaque tilted his head studying him for a moment. Then he placed his hand on his chest. "I am also one of the primordial beings, the Six-Eared Macaque who can hear past, present, and future. But my blood does not flow gold or have such power as yours does, so that does not answer my question."

“The title of Sage comes with the connections to the natural elements especially when one like myself has spent a long time alone in on an island cut off from human interference. As for why my blood is as good as my fur? The result of eating an orchard’s worth of immortal peaches several barrels of immortal wine and a few bottles of immortal pills that were then cooked inside of me over nearly fifty celestial days. My blood didn't fully change until several years after I finished my task from Bubhha. Numa then claimed me as a Vessel of Life and her blood child.”

"So your connection to the earth is similar to my connection with the wind. I can understand that much at least. I'm impressed you kept much of this quiet enough that even the winds didn't pick up on it to share with me." He leaned back further onto the couch, crossing his legs. "I can see why you'd worry about this getting out. If the wrong people managed to capture you the way I have, they'd do far worse than what's happened to you during your stay here."

“That’s just the tip of the ice. While my blood can turn someone immortal it has to be pure blood otherwise it's a very powerful healing ‘potion’ when mixed with anything else and consumed. My blood also creates fruit-bearing trees of immortality when intentionally spilled on the soil. My blood can also be used as a substitute for runic ink.” Wukong listed off.

"You're comfortable telling your captor all of this?" Macaque asked, raising an eyebrow at the stone monkey.

“The Wind has been listening since the start. They control information the best and if you are their interpreter then it would only be a matter of time before you had found out on your own.” Wukong replied as he habitually brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit down drinking his blood to supplement the missed lunch and breakfast and to wake himself up from falling into a healing slumber.

Macaque raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

“Eating. Most of my food has been rotten or already eaten by the time it gets to me so I need to get creative. Even an immortal has natural limits they can't ignore for long.” Wukong replied.

Macaque hummed, glancing from Wukong to the cub in his arms. "And you're still able to produce enough milk off of little more than blood?"

“More or less.” Wukong shrugged.

Macaque sighed. "I'll have a word with the kitchen staff about at least keeping you well enough fed that the cub isn't at risk. I doubt it will do anything for the rumors they try so hard to hide from me, but there's little that can be done about that."

“What like the Dirty Monkey and the Mud Monkey insults or the whore and prostitute slurs? I nearly punched someone for slapping my ass while cleaning the palace and nearly castrated another for trying to order me into their bed.” Wukong vented looking a bit flush in the face.

"You're close with the second one," He admitted, but I doubt you'd hear this one with how quietly they whisper it. They're convinced your cub in mind and that you came to demand what I did in protecting you and 'our' cub from your many enemies." He paused. "Though that is where a lot of the rumors are of you being an easy lay."

Wukong snorted at that. “I’d castrate anyone before they dared to have me in bed and even then I've punted many that tried to take my hand by force,” Wukong stated as he nuzzled Mk his tail curling around him while his eyes grew rather heavy. He didn't last much longer as he finally crashed curled up in the soft chair and deep sleep while holding Mk close in a protective yet gentle hold while a gentle yet heavy lavender-smelling breeze played with his mane.

Macaque studied the god sleeping in his sitting room. "By the 10 Kings, I've captured a god." He couldn't say if this was worth the trouble, but they'd need to be a bit more careful with him from now on. He couldn't afford for anyone else to realize the truth.

Macaque stood from his seat and dismissed the barrier. He silently opened the large window in his sitting area, letting the wind rush in and take th secret so the day back out with it, snippets of the conversation he'd just had rushing past his ears, lightening the heavy atmosphere. "My friend, you've been keeping secrets from me again. So send my secrets high, higher than any bird could ever hope to fly, and never bring it back down." The wind fluttered his hair, pushed past his ears, and then it passed.

He turned back around, leaning against the window frame as he studied his captive and the cub tucked in his arms that seemed to share their attributes somehow. "Now, what to do with the two of you."

The wind flowed back into the room with soft giggling echoing in the wind as it whispered of things yet to come.

”Baba! Put me down!” a child’s voice laughed.

“Moon you're going to make Mk too hyper to put to bed on time.” the amused voice of Wukong chuckled. “Why don't you put on a shadow play about how you became a God of Souls to balance my status as a God of Life?”

Macaque sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening as he continued to stare at the two others in the room. "What?" He walked over to the two, kneeling in front of them. "But that's not possible..."

It's not as though he couldn't admit the Monkey King was handsome, but he had few friends, particularly within his territory. He frowned, eyeing the cub. Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers over the little one's ears. 'If what Wukong said I'd true, that future is likely to change if they leave the island.' Having Wukong as his partner would bring too much danger to his kingdom. It would be a huge risk.

The wind swirled around him again bringing another set of whispers.

”Put him down, Azure! This is between you and me leave my Cub out of this! You got what you wanted now let Mihou out of that Soul Lantern!” Wukong’s voice seemed to ring with protective rage. While a cub’s cries rung in the background.

“You know I can't do that Brother. Not if I intend to make you my Empress and keep the competition away. Pitty how you found a monkey just like yourself in power to join you on the mountain yet so uninformed of your proper potential.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. 'Azure... Azure Lion? I've heard the name, did he crawl out of the Diyu after Wukong killed him? They were in that brotherhood together.' He took his hand back and began to pace. He'd never allow someone to lay a hand on his lantern. He'd sooner kill Azure on sight. 'But why would I leave my home for Flower Fruit Mountain?' He froze, going back to the window. "I won't allow them to destroy my island. Come for me if you dare Azure Lion, or whoever else might be coming. I'll rip you to shreds." He vowed to the wind.

This place of too small for you. Your growth has stunted. You’ll grow far more and far stronger out beyond this barrier with the Vessel of Life. The wind soothingly ‘spoke’ to the black monkey. This Kingdom has stilted. It's arrogance has been shown. They call the Vessel of Life a traitor when the Vessel was tortured to turn against those who would not understand his bleeding heart nor hear his grief and suffering. The Gods judged him, the demons damn him and the mortals respect him… but none love him.

Macaque hummed, tail flicking uncertainty. The wind has always advised him toward what was best for him. But this was asking a lot of him. "You ask Mr to give up everything I've built for myself, for the sake of the one being in the three realms with no allies, only admirers, and a long list of bitter enemies." He sighed. "We shall see how things go. I trust your council, but if I take a mate it will be because I respect them, not for power." He smiled at nothing. "You have been good to me already in that department."

He closed the window, ending the conversation for now before turning back to the pair. His eyes softened as they landed on the little monkey. He sighed, approaching Wukong to take the cub from his sleeping form. A blanket fell through a portal, resting over the Sage's sleeping form as the dark monkey cradled the cub that shouldn't look so much like him. "Rest, God King, your cub is safe with me." He went to sit, and as an afterthought, he sent a shadow to collect him some sort of lunch. Enough for two.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #lmk rp #sun wukong x macaque #six eared macaque #sun wukong #baby monkey mk

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iimexpensiive · 11 months

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✧ @inmiasma ✧ — (reborn!zha) Little Zha won't say he's envious of the delights of the flesh such as food (or in this caseー alcohol), but surely he's given enough hints right? Like showing up with a fiery open palm and slamming fists rhythmically into your your bar counter? Mercy please? Charity? Would you pour a glass for an old spirit?

"Can't even spare a please there? Where have your manners gone, young man?"

Teasing tone leaving the Great Sage, easily guessing what the other wished for without having to speak. Soft laughter leaving him at the demand from the Lotus Prince. It was quite a display for sure and one that would draw anyone's ire if they didn't know him like Wukong did. Oh no, he always enjoyed the visits from one of his dearest friends — even if he had a habit of teasing and taunting him whenever he spared him these moments of his presence. He couldn't help himself. Nezha had some of the best reactions to his shenanigans, second only to his dear brother Bajie of course.

Turning his attention from the pounding against the counter of his bar — no fear that it would be damaged in the process. He wouldn't do that to him after all, not after the monkey had put such painstaking hours into his custom set-up. Making sure to snatch the best bottle he had for his companion to serve. He only stocked the finest of alcohol in his bar — none of that cheap and tasteless crap would dare be stored here. Deciding to mix him something special for his visit, one that he knew Nezha would enjoy. Plus, nothing like a little entertainment to go along with your drinking experience.

No sooner had the demand for earthly delights been made by the firey prince was there a glass slide into his hand from the king. A little flourish of a umbrella and flowers added by two of his little monkey clones in process. Both bowing afterwards before darting off.

"How's that? Hopefully it's worthy of the Lotus Prince."

#I Am The Monkey King | Sun Wukong {IC}#inmiasma #ask #answered #Hope you enjoy X'3 #I got excited to write this so much; love these two 8'D #Nezha and Wukong are just a fund combo no matter the verse XD #They're like those older/younger sibling dynamic to BFFs that annoy one another constantly BUT also love one another XD #Basically 'Only I'm allowed to be an asshole to them' types XD #So excited to write them in the NG!Verse now CB #Throw any other New Gods muses you have at me; gibe me 8U

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journeythroughlifesblog · 11 months

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'Royal loss'' AU chapter 4.

The king, while following the kid, realized that times must have changed. Everything has changed. He saw technology he had never seen before. People were dressed differently. How long have I been locked up? And who are you? The kid's friends, I guess, but why do they look like pilgrims, the monkey king mused. He used a golden vision and stated that these must be the reincarnations of the pilgrims. He debated between helping the kid or staying put and watching. Things didn't look too good, but the kid manages to make it. But wait, why does the kid have this devil's crown on his head? - the king was surprised. Okay, I'm getting in on the action, or I'm not. MK is doing really well. He won. He saved the world. And he cared so much about it hah .. - thought the king - good job. Well, I can go home and have peace of mind. The king in the form of a bird flew away. He immediately went to the warrior's grave and talked about what had happened and thought about how it was possible for a mortal to have his powers it was suspicious to him. She needs to get to know this kid better.

Whereas in the restaurant at Pigsy's. The heroes celebrated the victory.

“So what is Monkey King like?” asked Tang.

"He's uh how to say different from the legends," replied MK.

“What does that mean?” Mei asked.

''he looked like he had been alone for a long time.''

"So he's kind of a loner?" added Pigsy.

"I don't think it was his choice."

"She'll bring him here sometime." Said Tang.

“And since you have his powers and you are a Monkie kid, shouldn't he be your mentor?” Mei asked.

''We haven't discussed this issue yet. It will be rather hard to convince him to teach me after our meeting, but I will go to him tomorrow,” said MK.

A new day has come. MK has returned to the mountain of receipts and fruit. He hadn't noticed before how the mountain was destroyed and the cave was full of dirt.

“Monkey King?” he called, but the king was nowhere to be seen. He thought maybe he was in that cabin. He walked over and knocked, but still nothing. The door was open. He walked in hoping that maybe a king would be there, but found only piles of notes scattered everywhere. It seemed strange to MK. He turned to see the furious king standing in the aisle.

“What are you doing here?” asked the king.

''I didn't want... you were gone and...''

"Get out of here right now"

MK left quickly. ''What were those notes?''

''It's none of your business.. what are you doing here?''

"I.. I thought since I have your powers, maybe you could teach me how to use them."

The king laughed. MK did not understand the behavior of the king.

“Wait, are you serious?” Wukong asked. MK nodded. The king sighed.

"Kid how do I tell you... I'm out of shape."

''Meaning..''

''No'' and walked away.

"Wait, let's talk about it." MK ran after the king. They were back in the same place as last time. The king was kneeling before what looked like a tomb.

"Maybe you'll think again.. I need a mentor," said the kid.

"How could I be a mentor to someone. I barely fit to be a hero..." he said sadly.

''What are you talking about. You are the greatest hero I know"

"Maybe I used to be who you think I am, but everything has changed."

''Please''

"Kid, you're not going to let go?"

''NO'' MK said. The king looked at the kid, whose eyes were full of hope

"Um.. okay, but I don't know what will come of it, so don't expect too much".