Hello! I hope your week has been fine. I've seen some of your Journey to the South stuff. Very neat! I'd like to ask, just as their (baby?) sister have the power to curse immortals to death, what powers did you give Luohou and Qidou? Qidou has a giant inkbrush and Luohou some kind of sun imagery in the back. What do those mean? Are those related to their powers? What personality did you give them?
Also, I hope you don't mind if I insert some LMK ideas (because I know you don't like the show's direction of SWK) but I have a thought that the Macaque character might be more palatable and makes sense as JTTW's sequal character if the character was originally a separate character from the SEM, just a monkey demon with extraordinary hearing who was friends with SWK, who was killed during SWK's journey, something SWK realized too late, then was revived but as a price, SAM'S soul latched onto his and sort of fused together, so now he's being possessed by the monkey that tried to usurp his old friend's life, while his body is slowly changing and his identity is mixing with SAM'S memories and feelings.
Just a ramble of idea here. You may ignore it if you aren't interested. Have a good month, eat your fruits and vegetables at least once a week!
AUGH so sorry that I've taken so long to get to this question @angstandhappiness (X_X). Part of it is me still finalizing Quidou and Luohou's whole deal! I'm honestly happy that you're interested in what I'm planning for those guys, though I do want to note that Quidou is the one with the mirror behind him and Luohou is the one with the giant paintbrush. I'll try to get some more sketches out for them soon :D
OUGH some of the asks I've gotten (yours included) have offered some really neat ideas on what could be done with Monkie Kid as it now stands! tbh a good deal of my disappointment with the route Flying Bark took with Macaque was the way they just wholesale threw away everything about his devious and terrifying evil twin self from the og classic in order to make him this angsty oc Shadow the Hedgehog clone, but honestly this suggestions seems like a pretty cool way to let og LEMH have a chance to shine in all his vicious and manipulative glory! As is WOW the scenario you've proposed presents a very interesting body-snatcher-ish chance to really get into how kind of creepy and honestly damaging to literally everyone Macaque's obsession with Sun Wukong is. Like it really lays on how Macaque has nothing defining his life or identity except what happens between him and the Monkey King, which does present a perfect opportunity for og LEMH to come in and be like "okay you clearly have nothing else going on let's try to murder/replace this guy again >:D"
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Sponges
Danny flew as close to Clockwork as he could without physically touching him. Did he want to close the rest of the gap between them? Yes. Was the rational part of his brain keeping him from doing so? Thankfully, also yes.
Clockwork seemed to think it was funny when Danny caved to his impulses and wound up doing something like trying to sleepily hide under Clockwork’s cloak and said it was ‘normal for young people in Danny’s position.’ That didn’t mean Danny wasn’t embarrassed when that happened. He was working on it, okay?
Incidents like that getting more common, not less, meant nothing.
Clockwork stopped, and Danny flinched back from hitting him, only for Clockwork to put a hand on his shoulder.
“Tell me what you feel,” said Clockwork. “Your first impressions.”
“Um,” said Danny, closing his eyes. “Warmer… no, colder… Calmer? Cleaner?” He breathed in deeply and let his aura flare. “It feels cleaner.”
“Very good,” said Clockwork. “Open your eyes.” He pointed. “What do you see?”
They had been flying into a progressively darker area of the Ghost Zone, but Danny followed Clockwork’s pointing finger to a small archipelago of almost painfully bright islands.
Danny squinted. Despite often having a sizable glow himself, his eyes as a ghost were more adapted for the dark. “Glowing rock formations?” he suggested after a minute. “No, they’re moving. Plants? Or, I mean, I guess they could still be rocks, just moving ones.”
“Your second guess is closer,” said Clockwork, “although neither are true. These are Nocturne’s gardens.”
“Nocturne, as in the guy who tried to put all of Amity Park to sleep so he could eat their dream energy or something?”
Clockwork’s lips twitched up even as he shifted to his youngest form. “The same.”
“Why?”
“Because it is important that you understand what they are and why Nocturne acted as he did.”
Danny bit his lip. “Is this going to end with a fight?”
“We have his permission to be here,” said Clockwork. “On the condition that you do not damage his gardens or attempt to fight him, today we may come and go freely and unmolested.”
“Hospitality,” said Danny, recalling an earlier lesson.
“Quite. Do I have your word you will follow these rules, Daniel?”
Danny blinked. It must be serious, then. He nodded. “I promise.”
There was a moment of discomfort as Danny felt himself bound by his oath. All ghosts had weaknesses, and beyond more obvious mechanical things, Danny couldn’t break promises. At all. Even the thought of it made his core pulse and throb with pain.
The less said of the time he, Sam, and Tucker had tried to test out his ability to break promises, the better. The memory alone could give him a headache.
Clockwork patted his shoulder with a smile. “Very good,” said Clockwork. “Let us go.” He started flying. “Have you ever heard of Nocturne’s gardens before?”
“No,” said Danny. “But it sounds like there are some good flower bed puns in there.”
“Perhaps,” said Clockwork. “These are only one of his gardens.”
Danny cast his gaze over the islands. “Sounds like a lot.”
“They used to be even greater before Pariah Dark’s reign. During his age of conquest, he destroyed many of them. A great tragedy.”
“Why was it a tragedy?” Because they were pretty?
“Because of their role in the Zone. You mentioned feeling as if the area was calmer and cleaner.”
“Oh, is it because of the gardens?”
“Yes. They act as a filter system,” said Clockwork. “They pull in emotionally charged ectoplasm, and convert those emotions to neutral energy. When they were at their height, there were fewer conflicts in the Zone. Ghosts were not so influenced by the emotions of their neighbors.”
“That’s cool,” said Danny. “So, what, do they run on dreams or something? Is that why Nocturne invaded?”
“Not quite,” said Clockwork, “although you aren’t far off.” He directed them to land on the nearest island.
The garden’s ‘plants’ reminded Danny a little bit of coral, or perhaps sponge. Large, branching porous shapes with little nubs. They waved back and forth, but were firmly rooted to the stone beneath them.
It was interesting, standing there, amongst the glow. But it also felt… Wrong. Uneasy.
Something about the light…
His hand skimmed over one of the ‘plants’ and its aura flickered. He pulled his hand back as if it had been burned. Plant auras didn’t behave like that. That was the aura of a ghost. Danny floated back. He… He could feel a core in there.
“Clockwork, what are these? What…” He swallowed. “Are they people?”
“Sleepers,” said Clockwork.
“People who died in their sleep?” asked Danny, incredulous and horrified.
“Goodness, no. Their name refers to the fact that they deny reality to live in dreams. They could not bear their deaths or the nature of our little afterlife and instead hid themselves in the arms of sleep. Nocturne, rather. He makes sure their dreams are pleasant. On a rare occasion, ghosts will even approach him to ask that he make them part of his gardens.”
“He was going to do this to Amity Park. He was…” He was going to do this to Danny. He covered his mouth with his hands.
“Yes,” said Clockwork, his tone still neutral.
“Why?”
“To try to restore some of what was lost,” said Clockwork. “Those who died while trapped in his dreams would, naturally, find it difficult to accept their deaths.”
“Is there- Is there anything we can do for them?” Anything that wasn’t fighting Nocturne, because he had promised not to.
He felt sick.
“Attempts have been made in the past,” said Clockwork, with a hum. “But waking the sleepers has never turned out well. It is cruel to wake them from dreams of paradise only to subject them to this.” He ran his hand over one of the branches nearest him. “To a body that can neither move nor communicate.”
“Isn’t it cruel to make them like this, too?” asked Danny.
“With few exceptions, they make themselves like this, Daniel. It is better to let them be.” He dropped his hand to his side. “That being said, it is not a fate to be invited. I want you to understand what is at stake when you fight Nocturne.”
Danny looked out over the ‘garden’ and the many glowing, gleaming sleepers and swallowed. “I do.”
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Idea expanded, overtly adorable and protective Kas Eddie with established relationship Steddie.
Steve is obviously devastated when they find Dustin and Eddie. But he refuses to leave his body there, despite how horrifying and time-consuming it is to take his boyfriends dead body back up to the surface. And Steve just spirals, reduced to a crying mess that can barely do anything but sleep most days. And Eddie's body is sent to the morgue.
Where he wakes up at. He wakes up in a cold cabinet, horrified and confused. And what woke him up was the noise. The wet, squelching noises of his body knitting itself back together. But it's not just fixing itself. It's changing. And adding things that Eddie doesn't understand. But it fucking hurts.
And Eddie starts to freak the fuck out. He manages to kick open the cold locker he's in and he's still freaking out. Because now he realizes he's in a morgue. But he's not dead damn it. But he's different. And confused and scared and all he wants is Steve.
So he goes to him. And that's how Steve almost dies of a heart attack when a naked freezing should be dead Eddie taps on his window at three am. But he let's him in, of course he lets him in. He's so happy to see him he doesn't even question how huh maybe letting in your dead boyfriend who now has black veins, wings, a tail, and upside down looking scars is not a good idea.
But common sense doesn't matter because all Eddie does is hug him and cry. And it takes a while for both of them to calm down. But when they do Steve starts asking questions, none of which Eddie can answer. But it doesn't matter because he's here. And he's different and weird, but he's still him.
But he is different. Stronger, scarier, with teeth that can sharpen and nails that can morph into claws. And he's also more...touchy. And protective. And is glued to Steve's side, doing weird shit like smelling and licking him in random places, and nibbling on the back of his neck. And it takes Steve a minute to realize that he can freaking purr now. Not that Steve's complaining. He'd live in Eddie's lap forever if it meant he got to be with him.
Steve doesn't tell anyone at first because he's afraid someone might rightfully make the point that being in love with a maybe demon was not a good call. But the Party finds out anyway when they realize he's no longer sobbing every ten seconds. Everyone takes it well enough, even if they have to get used to Eddie involuntarily growling at them whenever they got close to Steve. But they figure it out. And now they have someone who isn't Eleven who can kill upside down monsters with ease which is a plus.
Even if he does this weird thing where he drops nearly every demon corpse he gets his hands on at Steve's feet for praise, always purring like the hybrid monster cutie he is when Steve tells him how good he is at protecting all of them and thanks him with a kiss, the bitter taste of black demon blood in Eddie's mouth be dammed.
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