#danger noodle just wants peace

[yourimagines]

Falling

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: fluff

- Summary: you are falling for Lando Norris

Y/N POV

Lando and I were hanging out today. Because our mutual friend Max ditched us last minute. “It’s not fair, you’re a race driver.” I said while crashing again the f1 game. Lando laughs as he stands next to me. “You so bad at this.” I shook my head, pouting at the screen. “I don’t wanna play anymore.” I looked at Lando who was smiling like a idiot. “I’m just better, just say it.” I gently pushed him. “Your being mean now, of course you are, I don’t even finish one lap.” I threw my hands up in the air, as Lando laughs his ass off. “You need to practice more.” “I don’t have this fancy setup, I only have a steering wheel + pedals.” “Then you have to practice more here at my place.” He gave me a smile, I smiled back. “Okay, good plan.” I turned back to the screen and started a new round.

Lando POV

“You need to brake.” I said as I saw her crash again. “I stop now for real.” She climbed out of the seat. “You can if you want.” “No… do you wanna play party animals?” Her favourite game at the moment. Her eyes lit up. “Yeah of course.” We both sat down by my desk. Two computers where on. “We need to win tho.” “I’m good at this, don’t you worry.”

We won and we lose a lot. She was laughing at me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you.” She pushed me off an airplane. “We’ve could won this, but you pushed me off.” She laughs. “It’s was fun tho.”

Y/N POV

We both walked into the kitchen, trying to find some food. “Noodles?” He asked. “Yeah sure.” He warmed them up. “If you want you can stay here tonight. I have enough room for that.” “If your okay with that, then yes.” “Of course, you can stay here every night if you want.” I tried to hide my blush from him but I failed. “Are you blushing?” He said while grinning at me. “Shut up.” I gently pushed his arm. “You are!” He burst out laughing. I hide my face. “Lando, your the worst friend ever.” I laughed with him. “Yeah right, that blush on your face says something different.” I gasped and hit his arm playfully. “Aw.” He fake rubs his arm, pouting his lips. I laugh. He launched forward and tries to tickle me. I tried to run away but I failed, as a result he brought us down on the sofa. His hands trying to grab mine, locking them above my head. “Say sorry.” “No.” He held my hands with one hand, the other one starts to tickle me, causing me to wiggle and laugh. “Say your sorry and I’ll stop.” “No..!” He starts to laugh with me. “Lando.. please stop..” “say your sorry.” “Okay… I’m sorry!” My hips move around trying to get away from his hand. He stops releasing my hands. “I won.” He said with a smile on his face. I looked at him, his face looked beautiful, neon lights shined on the side off his face, looking like a god. “Your okay?” He looked a bit worried. “Yes, sorry zoomed out.” He nods and gets off me. “Our food.” I said while Lando sprinted to the kitchen.

“So wanna watch a movie or….” “No a movie is fine.” Lando picked the remote. “ I’ll pick something, you can change your clothes if you want, you can take whatever you want out of my closet.” “Thanks.” I jumped up and walked to his bedroom. I picked a hoodie and changed myself. I only wore underwear and his hoodie. Lando always wears a size bigger than he self is, so his hoodie is also bigger on mem covering my upper legs and my ass completely. I walked back and sat down next to him. He started the movie.

After the first half of the movie, Lando grabbed a blanket and threw it on us, covering our legs. I sat dangerously next to him, knees touching. I looked at him, he looked so peaceful. Then he looks at me, giving me a small smile. “Why are you looking?” “I’m sorry.” He chuckles. “I asked why, you muppet.” I shyly looked away. I felt him looking at me. “Hey, are you okay.” I looked back at him. “No..” “no?” I shook my head, butterflies flying around in my stomach, head feeling dizzy and heart beating fast. “What’s wrong then?” I couldn’t think straight anymore and just started to cry. He wrapped his hands around my shoulders pulling me in. “Hey.. what’s wrong, why you crying?” I mumbled against his chest. “Love, it’s okay……” I only registered the word he just called me, love. I looked at him in his eyes, so beautiful. “Did I do something.” “Yes.” He looked confused. “What did I do?” Panic was seen in his eyes. “I’m falling for you, that why.” He looked shocked. “Your falling for me?” I nodded. “Thank max he’s not here” he grabbed my face, carefully leaning closer. “Love, I’m already falling for you.” He whispered to me. I smiled. “Really?” I whispered back. “Yes, and it took you way to many time, to fall for me too.” I giggle as he rubs away my tears. “Can I kiss you?” He looked between my eyes and my lips. “Yes you can.” I whispered back at him. He closed our distance and kissed me softly, Holding me close.

#x reader #imagines #imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #x y/n

[itsabouttimex2]

Monkiefam: Part 0

Midnight Malaise

(Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two)

It doesn’t particularly surprise the troop when you sneak out of your room. All three of them are fully aware that you often wander around at night like this. They know that you aren’t getting enough rest, that you aren’t eating properly.

The house is silent, save for the occasional rumbling snore from Wukong. You’ve been told to never leave your room at night- but that’s more of a suggestion than a stone-set rule. Really, as long as you don’t leave the bounds of the house, they have no trouble with your little late-night adventures.

Even the garden outside isn’t off limits, as long as you don’t go past the fences.

And beside- it’s peaceful tonight. It’s no more dangerous than taking one little stroll out in Megapolis to see the moonlight.

…you’ve come to miss Megapolis. The mountain was absolutely enchanting at first, but that was back when you thought that being here was merely a choice.

Before you had asked one of the monkeys to bring you home, and received a very firm “no”. And then went and asked the other two, only to receive the same answer twice again.

Before all that, Flower Fruit Mountain had been lovely and welcoming.

You sit at the bottom step of the stairs, taking a moment to grab both of your shoes, wishing you had something a little sturdier. But anything that would hold up outside the soft soil of the flower garden was kept well out of your reach.

And even then, these compliant and squishy sandals are sometimes hidden to keep you inside.

MK finds you before you’ve even got the first shoe on. The kid peels it out of your hand and tosses it against the other, knocking them both into the wall.

He settles down on the same step and leans against you, pressing into the warmth offered by skinship. It’s a habit of his, a desire for touch- he’s incredibly trigger-happy with affection. The hero leans his head against your shoulder, taking in the scent of you. You smell of linen and soap and home. Too much time spent hiding in the laundry room, buried under mounds of fresh blankets and warm sheets. Something that helped to remind you of simpler days. It makes him smile, how comforting that scent is.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” No malice. No anger. Just love. And a strong note of worry.

There’s no point in lying. If you’re up this late, it’s because you want to go out to the garden and lay among the flowers and pretend that you’re anywhere but this sacred mountain.

“…I wanted to get some fresh air.”

“Not while it’s this late. It’s not safe.” He’s pretty firm about this- there’s too much worry to consider other options aside from the frequent “no” you always seem to receive. He looks at you and speaks, his voice almost reverent with love. “Instead, how about I make you a bowl of noodles and then you go to bed?”

“…I’m not really all that hungry, MK.”

“Yes you are.” He’s even more firm with that response. “I’m not asking if you’re hungry, I’m telling you. It’s been three days, Y/N. This isn’t healthy for you at all!

MK doesn’t give you a further chance to respond, just scooping you up and and walking off to the kitchen. This might’ve been harder for him, once… but you’ve lost a lot of weight during your stay.

Sitting you into a cushioned chair, MK’s humming quietly as he prepares the noodles. A well-learned cook, he’s picked up on a lot from his lessons with Pigsy- who is often stern with his training. But, even in something such as this generational cooking, you can see the kindness and gentleness MK possesses.

So you stay there in the chair, almost patiently waiting at the table. The most you do is quietly drum your fingers against the wood. Although you’re not too big on eating lately, you aren’t really brave enough to argue with the members of your ‘family’.

“It’s ready!” He slides you a bowl of steaming, delicious noodles- the savory and herbal scent alone is enough to make your mouth water. He nudges the bowl closer. He’s clearly put a lot of care and effort into making the meal, and he’s not leaving until you’ve tried it. The kid looks determined, and a little bit upset?

Maybe he’s just that worried.

With a sigh, you reluctantly tuck into the noodles and take a few deep bites.

It’s not that they’re bad. In fact, they’re objectively pretty delicious. You just… haven’t had much of an appetite lately.

MK beams at you, watching with a soft smile as you eat. “Do you like it? I made as close to Pigsy’s as I could!” He gently nudges the bowl closer, trying to get you to eat even more.

“…it’s good,” you grudgingly confess, quickly finding that your words come out slurred. There’s… something herbal in here, I think…?”

“It’s a dash of ginger for warmth and good sleep,” he says, voice cheery to mask his omission. A half-truth reaches your ears, MK leaving out the real ingredient: a ground sprig of valeriana jatamansi, it’s sedating impact enhanced by growing beside the mystical rivers of Flower Fruit Mountain.

And if you had known that, you would know that Sun Wukong had coordinated this plan with MK, giving him the herb to grind down and add to your bowl.

And after just half the bowl, your eyes are fluttering and the chopsticks waver in your hand.

He rushes forward, practically tearing the wooden sticks out of your hands before standing you back on your feet. “Bed. Now.” His voice is uncharacteristically firm, urgent. He’s a lot more serious now, almost desperate. His worry is evident in his tone.

You try to dig your feet into the wooden flooring, attempting to pull free from his grasp. “N-no, I won’t. L-let… let go.”

MK’s grip is a surprisingly strict one, though he’s quite soft while doing it. The kid’s strength only really comes into play when someone’s health or safety is at risk. He’s stronger than he looks. More importantly, he’s worried enough to drop his usual gentleness. His grip tightens, dragging you behind him as he moves onwards.

He leads you; not up the stairs to your room, but across the house to Wukong’s.

“Heh. Finally got ‘em to eat something, bud? Good job,” he says, lightly ruffling his student’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”

And MK nearly buckles at the knees, overloaded with warmth and happiness. It’s only the fact that he’s holding you now that keeps the boy from throwing himself into the affection being offered.

“Alright, both of you- get in and get comfy. We’re sleeping in tonight.”

MK tosses your nearly unconscious form to his mentor, who then tucks you in nice and tight. “There’s one of my kids… come on bud, you’re up next!”

With a gleeful laugh, the affection-seeking boy squishes in beside you, throwing his arms all around your waist.

Wukong’s chest rumbles with a deep and contented purr, nuzzling you against his fur. He bears the scent of peaches and wildflowers, sun-beaten grass and sweet honey. “Hey there, cub.” The simian’s voice is both gentle and warm, the same as the arms he wraps around you. His entire body radiates a sense of protection and safety.

“Feeling sleepy?” The Great Sage asks, one ginger-furred hand hand cupping your cheek so he can tilt your head to him.

Without a word, the simian studies your face, wearing a sad, fond smile. He can sense your unrest, your deep sorrow, the anguish of your separation from the home you adored. His ancient heart aches with worry. He’s wanted to hug you, to hold you, to ease your sadness with the power of his embrace for so long now…

And all it took to get you here was one little herb…

It’s certainly not something that he or his student will ever regret.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Monkiefam #TW: Drugging

[fawnfictions]

Saw the thing of the monkie trio with reader who falls asleep in random places and.... can I ask for the same but with Red Son?

Platonic is fine but..... maybe also a lil bit romantic? :3

sleepier findings

— red son x gn!reader

ofc ofc ;P

i'm actually happy you requested red boy for this, this'll be fun hehe

;; romantic, fluff, no warnings.

RED SON

- the first time he finds you sleeping in some weird location, he sputters and his brain short circuits.

- what... what are you doing, sleeping in a GUTTER?

- he is IMMEDIATELY picking you up and taking you to either his house, or yours.

- don't worry, if yours is closer, he has a spare key ;))

- he's very concerned about your wellbeing, though; similarly to MK, he'll be worried that you aren't sleeping properly, or that you lack the proper vitamins that you need.

- prepare to be bombarded with questioning when you wake up.

- listen,, he just wants to be certain that you're okay <//3

- will scold you if you're sleeping somewhere public,, like if he ACTUALLY found you in a mf'ing gutter, he'd lose his temper a little, "You could've fallen into the Spider Queen's lair! And you're clothes are all dirty—you don't know what's touched the gutter!"

- after a while, he'll start keeping a closer eye on you, and checking up on you in case you've put yourself in danger.

- if you fall asleep in bad places a little too many times, he'll make you promise to be more careful.

- but, the times he finds you in safer places, like in Pigsy's Noodles or in his own house, and he's a lot calmer about it.

- call him weird for it, but he likes to stare at you as you sleep; you look so peaceful, and he adores the little expressions you unconsciously make.

- if he's been in his workshop all day, where you've kept him company off to the side, and he turns around about to call it quits for the evening and you're asleep?

- he might give in to the possibility of cuddles.

- ONLY at times like these, though; he's got a reputation to keep up as the Demon Bull King's son, and he can't be caught slacking like that ❌❌

- either way, he'll sneak a kiss on your head, though.

- if anyone catches him doing it and points it out, he'll fluster SO BADLY and nearly drop you.

- cue him yelling, causing you to stir, and shutting himself up in fear of waking you.

- he will go off at anyone who dares to even threaten waking you up, you need your sleep? you're GETTING your sleep >:(

- he'd be a great cuddle buddy, though.

- but he's reluctant to—Red Son hesitates with PDA in general, he's going to be very unsure about any sort of cuddling.

- it's easier to convince him if he's been busy all day, or if he was particularly annoyed about something/someone.

- he's very warm, given that he's a fire demon, and it is WONDERFUL for winter, horrible for summer.

- you'll wake up hot and sweaty in the worst ways, but you'll fall asleep like a baby.

With a sigh and a wipe to his forehead to rid it of a buildup of sweat, Red Son admired his work. He had spent all day tinkering in his workshop, busy on producing a vehicle to counter the Monkey King's little successor.

As much as he cherished inventing as a hobby and a skill, without you to keep him company, he'd definitely be far from completing it; easily growing bored when working on the same part for hours. Your wilful chattering and teases were keeping him sane, albeit that he constantly comments that it 'distracts' him.

Speaking of you, he realised that you hadn't spoken a word for the past ten minutes. Whilst you may have simply gotten distracted by another of his creations, he knew you well-enough to be doubting the chances of him turning around to you being anything but conscious.

And, as expected, he whipped his head around from where his back was facing you, attention caught on closed eyes and light breaths.

Lo and behold, your body—on the floor, curled up around the leg of a chair that he kept down here on the, not unusual, occasions that you would join him. The position didn't seem particularly... Uncomfortable, as your head was supported by the cushioned seat of the chair, but Red Son couldn't imagine that the concrete floor would be as soft.

Whilst tutting at your state, he stepped towards you. Leaning down, Red Son wrapped his arms under your legs and across your back, supporting your head in the crook of his neck. He couldn't lie; he loved carrying you, it boosted his ego to hold you like the innocent mortal you were.

He briefly gave a light kiss to your forehead, smiling down at your peaceful expression and holding back coos at the quiet snores you let out. He continued to the door, pushing in open with his foot and electing to finish up and close it later on. He had more pressing matters to attend to, at the moment: you.

You, who had softened his heart enough to lead to him carrying you towards his own bedroom with the intent of sneaking a cuddle in with you. A light blush dusted his cheeks, somewhat embarrassed at the prospect of snuggling to you whilst you were already asleep.

It wasn't as if you hadn't consented to it; countless times had you awoken, playfully scolding Red Son for not cuddling up to you to 'keep you warm', or to 'protect you from the bed bugs'.

Therefore, as he gently placed you atop his mattress, stealing another kiss from your forehead, he moved to the opposite side and pushed himself close to you. Red Son pulled the blanket up, ensuring the both of you were equally covered and that you seemed comfortable enough.

His face only grew hotter; carefully gathering you in his arms. Unconsciously, you grasped his shirt in your sleep, shortening the distance between your bodies until he was pressed up against you. He barely held himself back from stuttering at you.

Accepting his fate, albeit never planning on rejecting it, Red Son wrapped his arm over your side and felt you nuzzle your face into his chest. The exhaustion he felt from his hard work, matched with the peacefulness you seemed to radiate, he, too, found himself drifting to sleep. With red cheeks and a genuine lift of his lips, Red Son slipped out of consciousness with you in his arms.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #red son #red boy #red son x reader #headcanons #scenarios #fluff #— fawns fics

[beauleifu]

Hello! Can you write a oneshot or a headcanon (platonic, ofc) about Macaque with a reserved but also very outgoing child? (like those kids that are calm and reserved but if you mention something they really like they just go off and start rambling all happy and excited)

I had this idea in my head for a little while, I think it'd be really funny and wholesome if he just appeared at Pigsy's Noodles w/ his child and everyone's like "wh- YOU'RE A DAD??? WHEN??? HOW????" and he just watches with that Tired Parent Look™ as his kid stares directly at MK and goes "YOU'RE THAT MONKIE GUY ON THE TV!!!"

Sorry for any errors! English is not my first language, I apologize for the long text aswell, I'm just an absolute sap for the "tired but loving dad" trope also you can totally delete my ask or skip it if you don't want to write it!! Thank you either way, your writing is wonderful :) !

All right! *cracks fingers, snaps neck- whoops-*

You got it anon! Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I realized headcanons are easier to write than an actual oneshot considering the limited time I have to write nowadays. But I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the ask! <333

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MACAQUE X CHILD!READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Long ago, a wise old monkey had taken you under his wing, to train you and teach you the ways- okay, let's save the theatrics for later, that's Macaque's thing. Your father figure. Honestly, he's growing on you, and it's starting to show now that people are pointing it out.

TW: None!

HEADCANNONS

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Macaque doesn't normally take you somewhere where conflict is bound to arise. He'd prefer someplace more peaceful, like a park/museum/theater. Unless, of course, he's in the mood for adventure and will literally take you skydiving without a permit.

Totally the irresponsible dad. He's protective as FUCK, let's make that clear, but in the end he trusts you to take care of yourself

perhaps a bit too much, and even you think that

He'll encourage you to pet that snake

He'll give you the thumbs up if you wanted to climb to the top of the weather tower during a thunderstorm

Like "Go get 'em, (Y/N)! Make your father proud!"

With such a dramatic character when it comes to encouraging you, Macaque will become insanely tired. He'll be snoring on the couch and won't wake up even if you stacked all the furniture in the house on his back

Speaking of the house, he and you live far away from any danger

This guy didn't know jack shit about being a dad at first (you kind of hat to teach him, oh how the turns have tabled) But once he understood the basics, he took the reins, eager to impress you and earn your respect. Macaque isn't usually a sucker for developing any relationship with Earthly figures, but you were the only exception. He'd lay awake at night thinking if he's making the right choice, then slapping himself for even considering abandoning you. You are too precious.

Which is why he's totally, utterly wrapped around your little finger

So when you ask to get take-out at Pigsy's Noodles, it doesn't take much effort to sway his stoic resolve

"Dad. Pops. Papa. Father of mine," you say, grabbing his face, looking a lot older than you actually are. "Please!"

Since Macaque can't turn his face to the side (squished as it is), he sighs dramatically and closes his eyes. You catch the faint, irritated twitch of his tail, but that's about the only hint of Fed-Up Parent you can detect.

"(Y/N), Megapolis is miles away."

"You have shadow magic!"

"You can't just abuse my powers, especially now that you've decided to abuse yours," he grunts, albeit grinning at you. He' loosing.

Triumph fills your chest. "I can handle it! Uncle Pigsy would love to see me!"

"Uncle!?" Macaque splutters, finally escaping your grip. Shocked eyes blink down at you. "Sweetheart, you haven't even met Pigsy, you've only seen him from afar."

You blink up, flaunting those devil-may-care puppy eyes.

Oh, he hates it when you do that.

"Puh-lease! I'll do anything! i'll scratch your back! Do my chores before games! I-I'll stay out of your secret stash of peaches!" You gasp, flopping down on the soft carpet lining the floor. You consider the intricate pattern for a moment, then mutter under your breath; "Even though you said you hate those. . . ."

Macaque fixes you with a stern look. "You know about that, huh?"

"Mayyybe."

Like I said, not that much effort. The guy may be invulnerable to harm at best, but his immortality falls short under your tactics. Persuasive skills that he taught you to use.

Sucks how plans backfire, huh?

When you two do get to the shop, however, Macaque goes into full parent-mode

He doesn't care if you think it's uncool, you're holding his hand and that's that. He'd get you one of those child harnesses but thank the stars you'd convinced him you're worth more than such a humiliating child-control device.

So in you go, holding hands, Macaque glaring at anyone who spares you a curious glance.

When Macaque sees who's at the counter, he almost does a 180 out of there

It's MK.

Of all people.

He hasn't seen the two of you yet, though. You feel Macaque's paw tighten over your small, nimble fingers, and you can't help but squeeze back in return, asking a silent question.

It's times like these where you don't know what to do. You're still a child, even if this was your idea.

But then you spot who's at the counter

and At the same time, Pigsy comes 'round the corner with a giant tray of noodles- fit for the exact number of people surrounding the Monkie Kid. Suddenly, Macaque realizes who all is there.

This guy

Parent-Panic-Pro

The literal Monkey King is the first to turn head, eyes landing on Macaque first. You can tell instantly his fight-or-flight response just kicked in; shoulders tensing, teeth baring, eyes widening (oh yes, typical ex behavior- HAHA)

Then, all heads are turning.

And Monkey King's eyes land on you

Macaque steps in front of you, form tense and on high alert. "Heyyyy," he says, awkwardly.

The Monkey King tilts his head, perhaps confused as to why his old friend is protecting a little kid. Then he realizes. Poor guy connects the dots, lets out an unholy gasp of astonishment, and points and the both of you

"YOU. YOU- AND THEM- MACISTHATYOURKID-"

Pandemonium.

At least, in the most gentle context. MK and his friends do a double take, the Monkey King is gaping and trying to figure out who could ever love Macaque to result in this- and your dad just completely gives up. He gives you this look, like 'see why I was against bringing you here'

And you know. And your eyes say sorry, that you'll make it up to him later

Typical silent father/child communicating

(you guys are really good at that, communicating through your eyes or expressions. it helps in crowds)

That is, until your eyes fall on MK and realize for the first time that he's actually there

And Macaque's face falls into an impossibly disappointed facade (really, he's happy you're socializing) as you let go of his hand and prance right up to MK, eyes literal stars.

Thank goodness for MK, for he's kind and patient enough to let you blabble and gush on about how cool he is and how you've stayed up to date on the latest chaos he's incited (poor dude looks a bit downcast at that)

Funny how you went to such a well-behaved, shy kid to an energetic hyper-fixated gremlin in two seconds

All the while, Pigsy is listening, Monkey King corners Macaque and quietly demands answers (the two of them talk in the background for awhile as you socialize)

Noodles are served

There's just so many people in Pigsy's Noodles that the owner himself couldn't keep track of who ordered what, so everyone just got the same thing- and lots of it

In the end, you're all sitting down at the table (everyone had worked together to gather as many spare tables/chairs as possible to sit together at one huge-ass table)

You insisted you sit with Mei and MK in order to interrogate them about their adventures

OF course, you mean well, and they know that. And Macaque never pulls you aside because he likes seeing you like this, it makes him happy knowing you're indulging in the things you love, and he deosn't have the heart to tell you it's almost time to go home.

So you stay there for awhile, chatting with Mk and his friends

You get to know Pigsy (he doesn't mind being called your uncle, said at this point he's practically everyone's uncle or dad)

But alas

You're bit a child

And towards the end of the night, aftter everyone is stuffed full of noodles, you're conked out in your chair, slumped and snoring softly, eyes fluttering from dreaming

Everyone glances at you, how fucking adorable you are

Macaque straightens, clears his throat, says it's time for him to leave

Sun Wukong stops him for a moment, just to say

"Keep them safe, Mac."

Of course, like the #1 Dad he is, Macaque snorts. "I think I know more about raising a kid than you do, Wukong. I'll . . . see you out there."

Then he picks you up, carefully, so you stay sleeping, and walks out

but not before turning around to thank everyone for dinner

For once, they offer smiles (some are weaker and less meaningful than others, but props for trying. Macaque is kinda responsible for a lot of pain in their lives, anyways)

You don't register any of it, too full of noodles and new information regarding your idols

Macaque knows he'll never hear the end of it

Perhaps that's a good thing, considering the fond smile on his face as he gently carries you home, lays you in bed, and pulls the covers over your snoring form. He eagerly awaits the morning to which you'll wake him up excitedly ranting about tonight, about how you want to do it again

And he's wrapped around your little finger, so if course he'll listen to you

this guy would move the world for you

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #macaque x child!reader #macaque x reader #macaque lmk #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #headcanons #child reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk mk #lmk mei #UNCLE PIGSY #GUYS PLEASE HEAR ME OUT #wholesome but tired Macaque check #tired parent tm oml i love that #ask #thanks for the ask! #lmk oneshot

[mister-e-muss]

Parenting: A TiPo microfic

(No I have not seen Kung Fu Panda 4 yet)

You know, looking back on it, maybe letting Lei Lei invite friends over to the Jade Palace was a mistake. Not that Po would ever say so out loud, mind you. But a veritable litter of kids rallying around one very capable, very mischievous leader was always a recipe for disaster.

The birthday celebration hadn’t been this out of hand at the start. There were no less than seven Kung Fu Masters just in their immediate surroundings, how hard could watching the neighborhood kids be?

As it turns out, very hard. As soon as the celebratory noodles had been eaten, they all scampered, scarpered, and scuttled away in every direction. Crane had to be dispatched to provide an aerial view, Mantis was busy checking small spaces, and Monkey was furiously taping down every breakable item the Hall of Warriors had. (The Urn of Whispering Warriors was the sole exception; it had already been broken before the party started.)

Where Tigress and Viper were, Po couldn’t say. Neither did he know where Master Shifu was, but he was sure they were doing their best.

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“Inner peace,” Shifu breathed to himself, trying desperately to ignore the sole pig child gnawing on his shoe.

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Really, Po reflected as he turned the corner, his real mistake had been teaching Lei Lei how to do Kung Fu. A smart kid was dangerous. A dangerous kid who’d been taught to be dangerous was dangerous-er. But most danger-est of all was a kid who was smart, strong, and adorable.

A fact reflected by the sight before him.

Lei Lei waved at him innocently from across the hallway. “Daddy!” She called.

Po felt a moment of relief. Whatever chaos was ensuing the rest of the Jade Palace, at least his daughter was safe. “There you are. Ah, I was starting to get worried. Didn’t hear a thing.”

Lei Lei smiled with satisfaction. Po’s heart was warmed for a moment, before he noted the shadows slowly opening the doors on the hallway.

“What’s going on?” Po asked, not very sure if he wanted to know the answer. At the very least, he knew now where the kids went.

Lei Lei still smiled, but it was the smile of victory. “Destwoy him my awmy!”

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Viper savored the smooth warm comfort of her tea. “You think it’s all right letting the guys watch the kids?”

Tigress waited to answer, finishing her own cup. “If Po is good at only three things, it’s cooking, Kung fu, and kids. I’m sure he has-“

They were cut off as a familiar cry of distress rang across the Jade Palace. Tigress heaved a deep, long suffering sigh before finishing her thought. “-. . . Absolutely nothing in hand.”

Viper have a sympathetic smile. “Want me to check on them?”

Tigress stood. “It’s fine. I’ll save him.”

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A few minutes later, Tigress found Po. Or more accurately, she found the mass of hyperactive children currently smothering him.

“Am I interrupting anything?” She asked rhetorically.

“Tigrehf?” A muffled voice called from beneath the squirming playful mass. “I don’f mean to scare you, but I fhink our daufter is drying to take ofer the world. And I don’f know if I can ftop her.”

Tigress smirked. “I guess then I’ll just have to catch her!” Her announcement came with exaggerated menace and showy growls near the end. The mass of fur and feathers fled in delighted terror.

Tigress spared a moment to look at the Dragon Warrior in all his overwhelmed, completely unprepared glory. “Want to tag out for a bit?”

Po waved away the suggestion, still panting for breath. “Nah, nah, it’s fine. I’ll be chasing them in a second.”

Tigress huffed in amusement. “I’ll be herding them for a bit. You join me when you’ve caught your breath.”

Po’s head collapsed “I love you so much.”

Tigress smirked as she squatted down to look Po in the eye. “Oh don’t say that just yet. You’ll be making it up to me later. After she’s gone to bed.”

“Eh,” Po said in lieu of a question.

“I’ve been thinking,” Tigress continued. “It could be nice to give Lei Lei a little sister. Don’t you think?”

Po’s face turned red. “Eh-Heh. Like we don’t have enough to do, right?”

Tigress theatrically pulled herself up to full height. “Of course, if you don’t feel like you can handle another. . .” She started to walk after Lei Lei and company.

Po pulled himself to his elbow’s “No no, I can totally handle it. It’ll be fun!”

Tigress smiled as she started to run. “Then come on; we can’t let our daughter take over the world just yet!”

Po was laughing in full as he sprinted after her.

#kung fu panda #tipo #tigress #po #microfic #fanfic #fanfiction

[wandering-winchesters]

Take Me Back

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,442

Summary: Based on the song, The Night We Met by Lord Huron, might be multiple parts dependent on how this one goes over. 

Trigger Warnings: None really, language and angst.

A/N:  I apologize for how long it has been since I have posted. It has honestly been a crazy month. After closing on my house, my grandfather passing away, getting everything settled... My husband and I found out that we are expecting our first child. So, it has been a crazy time. I hope you enjoy this fic, it has been bouncing around my brain for awhile.

All of You

Laughter erupts from my parted lips, Deans fingertips digging into the curve of my waist. His movements causing me to almost drop the jar of sauce that I am holding. 

“You’re an ass, De.” I chuckle, swatting his hands away from my side where he was just tickling my skin. 

“Mmm no, but you have a nice one.” He grins followed by a smirk as he grabs a handful of my ass through the fabric of my jeans. I again, swat his hand away. I roll my eyes at him and return to the spot I had been standing before he decided to annoy me. “I am trying to make you dinner here, idiot. The more you pester me, the longer it will take me to finish this damn lasagna.” I finish layering the sauce on top of the noodles and sprinkle the mozzarella cheese on top, before Dean gets in my way again. He reaches into the bag of cheese and pinches some between his fingers, before dropping it into his open mouth. He repeats the action, but instead of placing in his mouth, he drops it onto my head, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. I swear under my breath, sliding the lasagna into the oven and turning on my heel. A towel gripped in my hand, I start to twirl it around with the intention of smacking him in the leg with it, but he sees my plan and stops me by pinning my wrist to my side. 

“Oh no you don’t, I know that trick all too well.” He laughs, presses a kiss to my forehead and draws me into his arms. Our laughter settles, turning to small chuckles and then silence. I rest my forehead against his chest and inhale deeply, taking in every ounce of him. Every second of this moment, the peace not something to take for granted. 

“I love you.” I whisper, snuggling closer to him. 

“I love you, more.” Dean replies, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. 

Most of You

"You're not coming, Y/N. It's too dangerous, that's my final answer." Dean growls, his back turned to me as he angrily zips up his duffle. The cloth of his t-shirt gettings caught in the zipper, his anger towards me coming out on his belongings.

"Since when, is that for you to decide Dean? You are not in charge of me. You never have been, you never will be." I bite back, harshly wiping away the tears that had formed at the corner of my eyes. "I might not be as good as you, or as strong as you, but I am not and idiot!" I yell, my voice growing louder with every word that I threw back at him. My body is shaking, anger pulsing through my veins. Its at that moment that I can see his demeanor completely change, his shoulders drop and his face softens towards me.

"Y/N, I don't think you're an idiot. Sweetheart, I just don't want you to get hurt. That's all, there have been too many close calls recently and I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you." His hands rub my arms, gently bringing warmth back to my skin. I nod, his words still stung but the anger was beginning to subside.

"I love you, sweetheart, please just stay here." I did as he asked, again. The amount of time that I had spent alone recently, was absurd. His overprotectiveness had become overbearing. It was cute at first, but now it was suffocating. Even when he was home and we were together, it was nothing like it used to be.

Some of You

The motel bed quickly grew cold, the sheets no longer radiating the heat from Deans sleeping body. I wince, pulling myself up into a sitting position and carefully propping up against the bed-frame. My ribs sore and radiating pain from where I had been thrown up against the wall, by a less than friendly casper. I had talked Dean into letting me come with him, since Sam was otherwise occupied. It had been a job to convince him to let me come, he had insisted it was a bad idea. That I could get hurt. Or that something worse could happen. I had insisted on coming with him, the desire to be near him outweighed the risks in my mind. He had eventually given in, my puppy dog eyes and the promise of cuddling him every night was enough to get my way. However, I don't think it will ever be enough to convince him again. I had been distracted, for half a second, which gave the spirit a moment to swoop in and throw me across the room. It had knocked me unconscious, Dean's voice and hands shaking me awake. His eyes wide and full of absolute fear.

He hadn't said much to me since then, he had brought me back to the motel, cleaned my wounds and insisted that we went to bed. I tossed and turned most of the night, until Dean got up and took a shower. I let my head fall back against the wall, inhaling a deep breath and steeling my nerve for when Dean emerges from the bathroom.

He finally does, his eyes locking with mine almost immediately.

"Hi," I whisper, giving him a small smile. One that he doesn't return, he rolls his eyes and turns his back to me in order to finish getting dressed. My heart jumps to my throat, hurt rising from his blatant attitude of anger towards me.

"Dean, you cant ignore me forever." I say, hoping to get him to engage with me in any form of communication. I brace myself for his response, knowing that it isn't going to be a kind reaction. "I told you that it wasn't a good idea for you to come with me! Y/N, I knew something like this would happen! You got hurt, this is why I didn't want you to come! You're so clumsy and you were distracted and if I hadn't been there, you would have died!" Dean snaps, his eyes dark and cold. The love that they used to hold for me no longer at the forefront of his gaze.

"Dean, it was an accident. Accidents happen, I'm okay baby." I whisper, silently begging him to look at me. But it didn't work, the silent treatment still his most used tactic.

We left the motel a few hours later, silence still hanging between us and headed back to the bunker. No matter what I tried, he was just quiet. He was angrier now, meaner and nowhere near as gentle with me. The question of what changed floated through my head on a constant, the answer hanging just out of reach.

None of You

I set my final box down, inside the doorway to the apartment. It feels cold and empty, an unforgiving space that I would do anything to leave behind. The bunker had been my home for years and the thought of going back to living alone was a depressing and painful thought. Dean simply didn't love me anymore, the words had come straight from his mouth. Whether they were from anger or fear, I never let him explain. We had been fighting too often, his words were no longer kind and understanding, they were brutal and designed to hit me where it hurts. He had become bitter and mean, the man that I had fallen in love with had changed, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I clung to the good, but it just wasn't enough.

I slid down the wall, my back pressed against it, bringing my knees to my chest. I pull my phone from my pocket, the lock screen still the picture of Dean leaning against the Impala. On one of the days where we had managed to have a few minutes of peace. The calm before the ever present storm.

4:57 P.M. Sam: hey, all your stuff is gone. Dean is drunk and won't talk to me. Are you okay? 7:15 P.M. Sam: Y/N, please just let me know you are okay. I won't say a word to Dean if that's what it takes. I'm worried. 8:17 P.M. Y/N: I'm okay Sam. I moved out. I'll let him tell you why.

I turned my phone off, ignoring the several missed calls from Dean's cellphone and the dozen or so voicemails that he had left. It was too little too late, his words from our last fight still stung.

For so long, it had been Dean and I against everything. The demons of this world and the next. Until one day, where everything changed. The other shoe finally dropped and it was me against him.

I have to figure out how to stand on my own two feet once again, as painful as it is.

Take me back, to the night we met. 

“I need another, please.” I slide my empty glass towards the bartender behind the counter. The ice clinks against the glass, a reminder of the margarita that I had quickly finished. The bartender nods, grabbing my empty and quickly replacing it with another. I thank him and continue to scroll aimlessly through my phone, sipping from the cold liquid, the liquor just strong enough to sting as it goes down. The pit in my stomach, slowly decreasing as the liquor dulls my sense. 

“Bad day?” It’s at that moment, that I notice the man sitting to my left. I look at him for a second, taking in the sight before my eyes. He’s tall, from the look of it. His legs are long, stretched down to the floor instead of the footrest on the barstool. His eyes are a piercing green, to the point where if I didn’t know better, I would say that he was staring into my soul. I blink again, shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts. 

“One of the worst I’ve had as of late.” I sigh, resorting to taking another sip of my drink. He chuckles and slides over to the barstool directly next to mine. He signals to the bartender to get both of us another drink, even though I have barely made a dent on my current one. 

“Tell me about it.” He says, his directness catches me off guard. I look at him again, scanning his face for any kind of deception or bad intention. Yet, there is none. I find myself yearning to trust him, even though he is a total stranger to me. His demeanor one that just pulls you in as soon as you lay eyes on them. 

“Why? Are you going to drug me and take me hostage?” I ask, placing my elbow on the bar and swiveling my stool in such a way that I can look at him without having to crane my neck. He laughs again, clear and deep. His eyes crinkling in the most attractive way possible. “Dammit, Sweetheart, you have foiled my oh so evil plan.” He hesitates, looking at me, studying me. “But really, why is such a pretty woman having such a shit day?” I hesitate, killing time by taking a long sip from my margarita, I brush the hair back out of my face and look at him once again. 

“I lost my job. Something about ‘budget cuts’, but in reality it’s because I wouldn’t sleep with my boss.” I expect him to tease me, call me a prude and then a slut in the same sentence. 

“Want me to go beat him up for you? I will, no strings.” He offers, the look on his face incredibly serious. I laugh, expecting him to join in, but he doesn’t. 

“You know what rubs salt in the wound?” I ask and he raises an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer. “When I turned him down, he called me a whore. Told me I was ugly and wasn’t worth his time. Which is just ridiculous, he had spent months harassing me.” I shake my head, draining the last of my second drink and turning to the third, the one mystery green eyes bought for me. 

“Well, if I ever run into this asshole, which I hope that I do, I will make sure he knows who the bad guy is. I’m sorry you had to deal with him. He doesn’t deserve an ounce of your time or concern.” His words are sharp, but pointed and direct. Yet they make me feel slightly better about the bad day I had been having. “What’s your name, green eyes?” I ask him, changing the subject in an attempt to keep him invested in our conversation. 

“Dean, yours?” He responds, his body bladed towards my own, eyes never leaving my face. 

“Y/N.”

We talked for hours at that bar, until last call. The conversation ranging from light and humorous, to the darker parts of our lives that weren’t often discussed. For such a gorgeous man who I gladly would’ve accepted one night with, it seemed as though fate would have it another way. He insisted on driving me home, stating that I was much too intoxicated to walk home. I didn’t argue, he was right. I had continued drinking long after he switched from beer to water. Even though I knew the dangers of getting into a strangers car, they didn’t phase me. I already felt safe with him, even though I couldn’t put a finger on why. 

“Do you wanna come in?” I asked him, my fingers hooked into the pockets on his jacket. A motion intended to draw myself closer to him, but the alcohol in my veins had different plans. I wobbled, dangerously near falling off my porch. Dean gripped my forearms, tugging me tight against his chest to stop me from falling. A motion that caused a wave of dizziness to sweep across my sense, once I regained composure I looked up at him. His green eyes focused on my face, I could feel his want for me in this moment. He smiled, kissed my forehead and gently pushed me towards my front door. 

“Not tonight, you are too drunk for me to feel comfortable taking what I want from you.” He says, a sentence that ignites every inch of my body. He wants me. He respects me. I nod, thank him for bringing me home and head inside. Little did I know, that meeting this tall green eyed man, would change the course of my life. Forever.

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[starsfic]

What is Love?

Summary: Red Son asks his uncle about love. Years down the line, he finds himself in the same trap that Sun Wukong caught his uncle in, this time in a delivery boy who can wield the impossible.

Ko-Fi

-_-

"Uncle, have you ever fallen in love?"

"Romantic love?"

"Obviously."

"...yes, once. Your uncles would claim I'm still in love with him, actually."

"Really? Who was he?"

"Sun Wukong- don't give me that face. I was young and foolish and he was beautiful. I heard of a king who was kind and good to his subjects and, mind you, I had only dealt with the Jade Emperor. So when I saw him, being loving to his subjects, I couldn't help it."

"What did you do? How did you court him?"

"Why? Got someone in mind?"

"No. Mother thinks I should start courting though."

"I see. You are getting to that age."

"Don't remind me. So, tell me."

"I wouldn't recommend doing what I did. Love is warm and gives you a thrill, like a housefire. I left the only place I knew to stand beside him. I found out I was too late to court him but, in my mind, it didn't matter. Just so long as I could be by his side and help him reach his potential. Unfortunately, love can also hurt you. I was left with almost nothing when he betrayed us."

"...I see."

"Be wiser than me, my boy."

-_-

"Hello."

"Ah! You!"

"I come in peace-!"

"Oh, hell no! There's no way! You tried to kill my best friend!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I came to apologize for that and...offer my help in stopping my father."

"What? Why do you want to help me?"

"It's a dangerous game my family is playing. I worry that one day that Heaven will strike my family down for good if they try to take over the world."

"Oh. Oh, yeah, that's fair, uh... Red Son, right?"

"Yes. And you?"

"I'm Qi Xiaotian."

"I see. I want to help you, Qi Xiaotian. I want to help shape you into the hero my family needs before we self-destruct. However, if that makes you unco-"

"No! No, I mean, this is great! I'm glad you want to help us!"

"Yes. As long as I'm by your side, Noodle Boy, nothing can stop you."

#my writing #Lionpeach #Spicynoodles #Sunstone #Spicynoodleshipping #Peachfuzz #Azure Lion #Qi Xiaotian #Red Son #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #LMK

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

The Rise of a Demon

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor says

"Woohoo!" I shout

"Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!" Mei exclaims while excitedly destroying furniture in the restaurant

The mayor hands MK the key and explains that it is a key that can open anything. As soon as MK touches it the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I get the slight sense of danger. It doesn't help that the mayor laughs like a maniac and quickly says something some ancient artifacts then poofs out of existence.

"Wow, a key that can open anything," MK says

We immediately go out and try the key on different things. We hit the arcade, helped set free some puppies, bought shoes, partied up at a DJ booth, went swimming in the weather room, raced our vehicles, got all the toys out of the claw machines, ate a bunch of ice cream and so much more.

*Gasps* "Mei! Nuwa! OK hear me out! We knew the key could magically unlock anything. But maybe...it can also magically lock anything too!"

"You described all keys... " Mei says And I nod in agreement

We end up locking Pigsy's restaurant and we laugh watching Pigsy trying to break into his restaurant.

"I've never missed a day of work, since I was 13... *fourth wall break* "No guys this isn't child labor stuff I like sweeping and helping make the noodles. I took my job very seriously back then....and still do...moving on. *End of the fourth wall break*

As we are too distracted laughing, we get pushed over the edge of MK's fire escape porch. I land on top of some boxes with a grunt and pained moan I look up to see what or who did this.

"Noodle Boy finally" Red Son sneers

"Ugh it's you, why are you so obsessed with us? Get a hobby!" I say while angrily shaking my fist at him

"What are you doing in MK's house?" Mei asks

"Your house is depressing, I almost feel bad for stealing stuff from you. But I'm gonna need that magic key....oh and you girl your apartment is trashed too" Red Son says nonchalantly

"You big ole....wait...how did you know I lived above MK? You better not have touched my stuff!"

Red Son uses his powers to nab the key and he zooms into his Bull Tank. Mei whistles for her bike and goes after him on her bike. I get into my quad and follow suit. We end up leaving MK behind...oops. Mei and I catch up with Red Son rather quickly.

"Can't you little Peasants let me plot in peace? Just one time!" Red Son shouts as he explodes into flames

"Easy there hothead don't want you to break anything, I think you need to cool off!" I pull out a fire extinguisher and spray the foamy mixture at him.

He disengages from the main tank and descends into his race car. Catapulting the tank at us we scramble to get out of the way.

"Not cool man!" I growl

"So long 'Dragon Horse Girl' and 'weak little nobody'! Here's a tip! Next time, pick one animal, -and...." Red Son gets cut off by the huge Monkie King staff and gets flung a few feet down the raceway.

MK grabs the key and looks at Red Son.

"What do you want with this key anyway?" He asks

"Why spoil the surprise? Now hand that key over and quit wasting my time" PIF coos

"Not a chance," I say as I pull out two hairpins from my hair that elongate to the length of a small dagger and we jump to attack her.

She knocks us away with her magic fan, knocking us into a wall and MK ends up dropping the key which Red Son quickly grabs.

"Come, Red Son. We have things to do" PIF says

"Thanks for the key losers!" Red Son teases and they both vanish.

"What could they want with that key?" I ask

"Whatever the reason is, we have to keep our guard up" Mei states

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up once more and the feeling of danger comes back again. But this time it's harder to shake off the feeling.

A disembodied voice whispers in my ear "Freedom"

Mk and I pile onto my quad and Mei rides her bike back to Pigsy's.

A few days go by and MK and I are in Monkey King's cave.

"You know when I found I was going to be trained by The Monkey King, Great Sage, equal to heaven. I had no idea...that I'd be stuck here hammering walls 12 hours a day!" MK shouts while throwing the hammer

"Or that I'd be helping!" I shout as I pick up heavy rocks that had fallen onto the ground while MK hammered away.

"That's what happens when you go snoring around in places where you don't belong," Monkey King says while he relaxes on his cloud.

I groan and wipe swear from my brow

*Flashback*

"Monkey King, where are you?" MK? Where are those two?" I sigh as I shout for them.

I shrug my shoulders and go looking for that shrine again. I find it once again, pushing the vines out of the way, I make my way down to it, fresh offerings and incense are lit once more. I kneel before it and sigh.

"Ugh next time Monkey King asks me to come train I'm gonna say no" I fold my arms with a hmph

But I can't get Red Son's voice out of my head "Weak little nobody"

"Am I a weak nobody?" I say quietly while clenching my fists

"Hey, what are you doing down her kid?"

I jump and turn around awkwardly laughing

"Hey Wukong, um you see...I was..uh...you know...exploring....since you guys were nowhere to be found and I stumbled upon this shrine....." I shift from side to side

Wukong lifts a brow at me not convinced by my lie.

"Woah what's this Monkey King? Who's she?" MK asks while pointing at the picture

"No one, let's go it's training time," Wukong says

*End of Flashback*

"Was she your girlfriend?" I ask teasingly

Wukong sputters, blushes, and falls off his cloud.

"No, and it's none of your business!"

"Yeah that's not convincing at all, give us the deets!" MK says

"You're supposed to be training, Now get back to it" He summons the cloud again and hops back on.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to do the hero stuff if I don't know the fighting stuff? Mk whines

"Yeah, and I can't protect anyone by lifting rocks. I'll get more muscles but not get better at fighting" I say while flexing my nonexistent arm muscles

"Ooohoooh. So you want to know the 'fighting stuff, huh?' Like this?" Wukong throws the staff at the wall that MK was hammering at, both of us ducking out of the way and it leaves a giant hole.

We both have star eyes and we shout together "YES!"

"Exactly like that! I am ready for some awesome!" MK says determined

Wukong laughs at us and tells MK he needs practice and then points at me

"And you, you just..." wukong gets cut off by MK's phone ringing

"MK we really need your help!" Mei says on the FaceTime call.

Looking at the monster causes me to have a memory flash, but it causes me to have a slight headache thinking about it. I'm soon dragged out of the cave screeching while MK wildly runs out of it.

Making it to the city we see how big it is. A sweat drop rolls down the side of my face.

"Uh MK I think we should...and there he goes" I sigh

"Yep," Mei says

"Here comes Monkey-" MK shouts

He's thrown back down to the ground creating a crater next to Pigsy and Sandy.

"Yeah we already tried that MK" Mei says embarrassed

"Wait is that?" I squint at the figure that comes zooming towards the creature and easily defeats it.

"Is that Monkie King?" MK asks and rushes off to see if it is him.

Groaning and chasing after him, I get to where I saw him run off and see it isn't Monkie King but an unknown monkey.

"Um, I'm sorry who are you?"

"Macaque. Actually 'The uh...Siz-Eared Macaque' is, you know, my full name. Well.. see you around, MK"

Mk starts to fan girl so hard and I roll my eyes a bit but also had to admit that it was pretty cool what he did. So many questions start to pop into my head.

Why is this guy showing up now? Is he just as powerful as Wukong? Why is he so hot? Um, forget that last bit. But it is odd, the again Monkie King was hiding away til he found a successor so maybe the same kind of thing was happening with this guy. Something seems a bit off about him.

It was decided that against my better judgment would take Macaque as a new mentor. He practiced long and hard with this Six-Eared Macaque until he finally proved what he learned by doing the same move Wukong did to another part of the wall.

"Woah....How'd you learn to do that?" He gasps "Have you been running around with other mentors?" He questions 

While they argue I'm just being nosy and sweeping the air, moping the walls you know how it is. Mk storms off and I see Wukong's expression to one of concern.

I tailed MK to the location of the "demon".

"So many stairs..." *inhales deeply and chugs water* "Oh my God, I'm outta shape. MK imma comin'"

I reach the top just in time for Monkie King to appear, I see Wukong stare down at MK and turn his attention back to Macaque.

"Hey so Monkie King it would have been nice if you had given me a ride up here you jerk, ugh I need to lie down," I say while breathing heavily and falling to the ground.

Macaque and Wukong start an epic battle, while Macaque is distracted I go over to MK and try to pull the staff off of him.

"This is stuck on good I can't get it!" I grunt and try using all my strength to pull it

"Sorry guys nothing personal," Macaque says while summoning the shadow demon

We both scream and I use my body to protect him

"Kid, Nuwa I'm coming" Wukong yells

When the pain from the punch doesn't come, I turn around to see that he came just in time to block a punch from the Shadow Demon.

"Kid we're definitely gonna have words later, but it's time for the hero stuff!" Monkey King grunts

MK and I get the staff off him, I step back and let him swing the staff.

"Patience. Focus. Step into the strike" We all shout

The staff hits the shadow demon which causes an explosion. Wukong rushes to protectively block the rock debris from hurting us. It felt oddly familiar and I smiled to myself. Later on, we are back in the cave, and MK is busy cleaning up a storm. I'm busy meditating and balancing books on my outstretched arms and my leg up in the air.

"This is totally gonna be a do the boring chores and learn awesome Kung fu...right?" MK says

"Ummm, sure," Wukong says hesitantly

After several days of training, we return to the city and it's a lot more blue than usual. All of a sudden some bull clones surround us and their eyes and mouths glow a very bright icy blue color. We start to panic, I start running but I realize my legs are moving but my body is not going anywhere, they start to ounce on us but Pigsy's food truck plows through them.

Out steps the gang in full apocalyptic gear.

"Guys! You look so awesome!" Mk says

"Yeah. So, uh...some stuff happened while you two were away and got kind of intense." Mei says awkwardly

"But I left you with one of my boys!" Mk says

"Oh he's been super useful," Tang says

The clone shrugs his shoulders and poofs out of existence

"Tang!" I shout while rushing over to hug him

"So what happened?" Mk asks

Tang puts a hand out which makes contact with my head, I still try to plow through to hug him but the hand isn't budging. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses close to his face.

"Well after you left, the bull clones attacked. But they were different, more powerful than before. We believe it's all tied back to the Demon Bull King himself. MK....Nuwa...He's conquered everything." Tang finishes solemnly.

I groan and Sandy points to the mountain where they hear a strange noise. We pile into the food truck and head straight for it.

"All right, what's the plan?" Sandy asks

"Uh, I don't know. I was just gonna wing it" MK says unsure

"Sounds great let's go," Sandy says all hyped up

Pigsy revs the engine of the food truck and we all give MK a thumbs-up signaling that we will help him no matter what. Pigsy hits the gas and we start zooming toward to entrance of the town room, Sandy tosses MK, Mei, and me to the giant hole in the ground. We fall a good distance until Mei pulls out her sword and jams it into the wall slowing our descent down to a halt.

"Now what?" MK asks

"Uh guys," I say while looking around us and we spot Bull clones all over the walls like bats seemingly in a resting state. But it didn't last long Mei's phone began to ring and soon woke up the clones.

She scrambles to grab it and accidentally lets go of her sword, MK quickly grabs onto the sword, but I lose my grip and start to fall.

"Nuwa!" They both shout panicked

I close my eyes feeling the wind rush against my face then it stops, I slowly open my eyes and see I'm floating.

"No way!" MK says shocked

"What, what WHAT!?" I shout

"You've got wings," Mei says excitedly with star eyes

"Huh?" I say confused and look at my back and sure enough black leathery wings protrude from my back and are flapping.

"Geez I ruined my favorite hoodie.....but I can fly" I start to zoom around and giggle.

Mei's phone continues to ring as it was an update for Monkey Mech. They both look at each other and grin.

"Here comes Monkie Kid" we all shout while MK jams the staff into the nearby wall and creates the Monkie Kid Mech.

"You hold off the zombie bull clones. I'll get down and finish this" MK tells Mei from inside the Mech.

I'm flying around the outside of it and notice the bull clones are plummeting towards us, I then hear MK being thrown from the Mech and screaming his way down. I start flying after him, catching him and not being able to stop, wrapping my wings around us and crashing into the ground. While above us Mei is holding her own fighting the bull clones like the boss she is.

We crashed and landed in between DBK, Red Son, and PIF.

"Noodle boy and...?" Red Son says surprised

"Littke thieves," DBK says annoyed

Standing up, stretching our backs, and groaning

"Yeah I totally saved us" I shout

"You?!" Red Son shouts as he points at me and his eyes look at my wings

Following his line of sight I blush out of embarrassment

"One crisis at a time Red Son!" I sigh

Red Son still has the surprised Pikachu face and DBK starts charging after us. We dodge out of the way of every throw he makes until PIF uses her fans to move us out of the range of his attacks and directs us to the canisters on DBK's back.

"OK, time for round two" MK exclaims

I stretch my wings out and get into a fighting position.

"No! This time, we fight with you." Red Son says while sprinting off

"You two will have one shot. Make it count" PIF says darting after her son.

Both mother and son attack together, but they are pushed back by DBK's immense newfound power. DBK storms menacingly towards his family. I fly in front of DBK's view of the two and MK throws rocks to distract him. But DBK smashed his hand onto MK and pinned him to the rock wall. Thankfully while I was in DBK's view for a brief few seconds MK made a copy of himself and sent clones of himself to attack at once.

"Here comes Monkey Kid!" MK shouts as I fly to him grabbing him, spinning and tossing him towards DBK for the finishing blows.

The canister is knocked off of him and it explodes sending icy blue energy dispersing everywhere. The DBK family throne room starts to collapse. They make their quick escape and I make one last eye contact with Red Son before he disappears.

"You can't just! Ugh again" MK shouts and dodges rocks that are falling. I grab him and start flying and dodging the rocks. But a huge rock starts its descent toward us and I can't move out of the way in time thankfully Mei comes to the rescue with the Monkie Mech and stops the rock.

"Let's get out of here you Monkie Kids," she says.

After all was said and done, we sat on the Mech's shoulder and ate celebratory noodles.

"You did it guys, you defeated DBK again!" Sandy says

"I don't know if we did, whatever was powering him up it made him...different.

"On another note...where did those wings come from?!" Tang says while pointing at them

I flap them a few times and shrug

"I don't know they just appeared when I was in danger. I kind of don't want to think too hard about it...." I say a bit awkwardly while swirling my noodles around

*sigh* "Who would have thought that adopting these two little orphans would cause our lives to be so adventure-filled" Pigsy says while ruffling my hair

We all share a laugh, finishing our noodles and putting a pin on the "wings" conversation. I decide to go for a walk, I walk past an alleyway and see a little girl reaching for her kitty. I tuck my wings into my hoodie and walk over to her.

"Here let me help you," I say startling her

"Oh thank you," she says gratefully

Handing her the kitty and smiling at her, I see a puff of blue smoke bouncing its way toward us, pushing her out of the way. Before I know it my line of vision blurs, and I feel ice-cold, my head is swimming with unintelligible voices, and pain courses through my body as I become pospassed. I open my eyes to see myself floating in pitch-blackness and a blue skull floating in front of me. Then my consciousness was pushed forward, I could see my surroundings but I couldn't move my body. My mouth moves but I hear an evil laugh that wasn't my own.

"Oh no..."

#lmk red son x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong x fem reader #lmk x reader

[scarthefangirl]

Quit treating me like a wuss!

Peter Parker x fem!wife!reader

Description: after Peter comes home a little scraped up, Y/N tries to help him clean up but he pushes her away.

Warnings: Pet names, Peters kinda mean at first, ends with fluff, poorly written, not edited, quickly written

Story type: drabble

A/N: I am just now starting into write fanfics again and I wrote this one up real quick so don't hate me bc it sucks <3

Y/N hummed along to her music as she silently swayed around the kitchen while making dinner. She couldn't help getting caught up in the moment. As she stirred her noodles on the stovetop and murmured quietly the song lyrics. The serenity was peaceful and helped Y/N feel calm after a stressful week. She continued to dance gently around as she made her dinner. She was feeling so content and happy, not a worry in the world at the moment.

But of course, the moment was fleeting.

As she made her plate of spaghetti she heard a loud crash from her bedroom in the apartment. She sighed, not a doubt in her mind what the cause of the sound was. She sat the pan full of sauce down and turned towards the bedroom down the hallway.

"Peter, is that you?" She calls. A grunt is the only reply she hears, but she would know that grunt anywhere. "I'm coming baby."

When she arrived in her room she wasn't surprised to be greeted with Peter already stripped to his underwear and sitting on her desks chair, clutching his rib cage on the right side. Y/N could already tell it was a knife wound. It didn't look to deep, but it was long and looked painful. He looked upset and grumpy, but who wouldn't be in this situation. It was normal for him to not be his normal peppy self after a fight.

"Come on out to the kitchen honey, I'll get you all patched up and you can have some spaghetti with me." Y/N said gently to her husband. offering him a hand to help him stand up. He slaps her hand away softly, surprising Y/N. It didn't hurt, but she was just surprised.

"I don't need your help I can patch it up myself. Can you just get the first aid kit and give it to me?" Peter struggled to stand up, cradling his side as he tried. It hurt Y/N to see his nose crinkle up as pain shot through her husband.

"Yeah sure. Its in the bathroom, you can go sit at the table by the kitchen I'll go get it." Y/N said solemnly, feeling like she should walk on egg shells not to make Peter more upset. Normally he accepts her help, even while grouchy. She wonders if she might've done something wrong but tries not to over think and be selfish. He is just hurting.

Y/N met him at the table and handed Peter the kit. "If you need help, Ill be eating spaghetti. Since you're fine on your own I'm not letting my food get cold. I'll be right across from you." So, she started eating the room temp pasta and cringed as she watched him try to patch the wound.

Every few seconds he'd either wince in pain or groan because he couldn't get the wound patched himself. He muttered cuss words under his breath as he continued trying. After ten minutes of the torture, Y/N had enough. She walk over to him and sat beside him, grabbing the supplies towards her.

"Here, you want to do it more like this," Y/N started to work her magic but Peter pushed her (not hard) away.

"Stop it!" He raised his voice, his volume was tipping down towards a yell, dangerously close to crossing the line.

"Peter! Stop what?" Y/N asked, clearly offended. She just wanted to help!

"Quit treating me like a little wuss. I can do it myself. I dont need your help. I don't need you." Peter shouted. Y/N felt a lump forming in the back of her throat, but she pushed it down as best she could.

"But Peter, I always help you patch up your wounds after patrol. Its basically a tradition." Y/N started, voice shaky while tears danced in her eyes.

"I don't need your help! Its embarrassing to have my wife clean up a tint little cut. Just be quiet and eat your dam food please." Peters yell slowly faded off at the end of his statement.

"I lost my appetite." Y/N's tears started to slip down her face quietly. She began to walk to their bedroom when Peter called,

"Clean off the plate and the kitchen if you're not gonna eat!"

"Since apparently you can do everything yourself, you can clean everything up!" She called back, anger boiling up in her chest. Why was he so pissed off?

As Y/N laid in bed for awhile thinking, and guilt started to eat at her. She was so dramatic and he didn't deserve that. He was out fighting crime and saving lives and comes home a little grumpy, so what! who was she to get mad at him? She didn't know what happened on patrol that night, he could have a reason for being so mad. She felt the guilt eating away at her and got up, waking out to the kitchen. Peter had grabbed clothes from the bathroom, a shirt and some pajama pants. Y/N always laid out clothes for him in the bathroom so he could shower right away and then change. Judging by his wet hair, he'd showered. Peter was currently starting the dishwasher. He closed it and turned around to face his wife.

"I'm sorry." they said in unison.

"Let me go first." Y/N said firmly and Peter nodded. She pulled him out to the tiny living room, having them both sit on the couch. "I love you so much and you go out every day and night to fight crime and I am so sorry that expect you to come home all peppy and stuff from that. I can't imagine how much it drains you and what those people do and say to you. I'm so sorry and if you need time alone after a long evening just tell me and ill respect it. I'd appreciate if next time you were a little kinder to me, but I will try and understand if you aren't." Y/N finished, looking Peter in the eyes. She looked so guilty and Peter felt bad.

"Y/N, you didn't do anything wrong but I appreciate what you said. Just because I have a long day doesn't give me any excuse to be mean to you. You do so much for me, and I need you. I really do. Tonight was literally so hard to patch up that cut myself. You're right, I just needed some alone time. But that was just a today thing honey, maybe every once in awhile I'll need some time again but I'll try to communicate better." Peter admired his wife lovingly as she hugged him.

"I love you so much Peter." Y/N smiled, pulling away from him. He leaned back on the couch and she cuddled up next to him.

"And I love you sweetheart." Peter kisses Y/N's head and grabs the remote, turning on the tv.

~

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[veryace-ficrecs]

overwatch. cass/hanzo, genji + zen (found family + like adoptive father zen shit is goooooood for my soul), moira/mercy (especially when they actually hate each other), brothers zen + ramatra (but cute when they were at the monastery stuff (or angst ur choice lol)), hog/rat, junker queen being bby girl, mei being competent, anything else u think i would like lol. anything and everything plz

I'll do my best!! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Overwatch Fic Recs

Cass/Hanzo

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder - Rated G

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes. Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy. Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

Cup Noodles by Kalikuks - Rated G

Cassidy meets Hanzo's spirit dragons in person.

Unaddressed by robocryptid - Rated T

He gave twelve years of his life to the original Overwatch. He’s seen dozens of MIA cases, investigated more than a few of them himself. It’s not new. It’s just that now the organization’s so small; it makes it feel a lot more personal. Winston gave the order. He can’t argue with the logic that he’s the one whose background best fits this particular task. But it was Genji asking him directly — trusting him with this in a way he knows it’s hard for Genji to trust — that made him agree to it. So he rummages through Hanzo’s desk in search of anything that could help.

Perspective Shift by mataglap - Rated T

Cassidy has a bad day, and then he has an even worse day. Hanzo tries to provide comfort and accidentally goes the extra mile.

Heartless by AsheRhyder - Rated T

Once upon a time, a wicked sorcerer cut out his heart and sealed it away. He hid it in a needle, put the needle in an egg, put the egg in a duck, put the duck inside a rabbit, and put the rabbit in a box on an island at the end of the world. So long as his heart was safe, nothing could kill him. Or so the legends say, anyway. Nowadays, people know what a silly story that was. Nobody bothers with rabbits anymore. Cole Cassidy has no heart.

Just Shy of a Gun by helo572 - Rated T

“Hanzo!” Winston's voice, all of a sudden, like static in his ears. Hanzo takes another breath, deeper this time to orientate himself. The air catches in his throat. “Hanzo, you've been hit! Single bullet wound, multiple punctures, exit wound. I'm reading an inferior vena cava rupture and damage to...” His voice trickles into white noise, ringing in Hanzo's ears.  “Oh,” he whispers to himself.

Second Thoughts (A Monster with Two Heads and One Heartbeat) by AsheRhyder - Rated M

Hanzo knew three things about the gunslinger with absolute certainty: 1.) That he was ruggedly handsome 2.) That he was dangerous 3.) That he was not human It probably said a lot about him that he was more concerned about the first thing than the other two.

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Genji & Zenyatta

forward out into the day by burningdarkfire - Rated T

As the years pass, Genji finds what it means to live again.

A tale through Seasons by Lacertae - Rated T

Zenyatta is not one to allow anything to stop him -especially not something as small as a virus.

Hands covered in Blood (Thank god it's not yours) by SlGMA - Rated T

His hands had been covered in blood for a long time. He wanted peace. He wanted to be comfortable. He wanted a proper home but his family, his kin were dying. So he would fight. Sometimes in times of war however, people lose sight of the ones that matter the most. It takes going through hell and back to realize how important they really are.

of the fleeting year by ApatheticRobots - Rated T

He was not surly, or standoffish, or indiscriminately violent. He was an absolute menace. As Zenyatta had discovered, and would continue to discover. (Winter at the Sanctum is a rambunctious affair.)

Blue by Naopao - Rated G

He follows her into the shop, tilts his head at her smile, joy infectious as they view the display. Life is so fleeting, so fragile.

But it is also glorious, spontaneous.

it comes around by tanyart - Rated G

Genji finds himself back in his old body, ten years in the past. He meets Zenyatta again for the second time in his life.

The Sparrow, The Rabbit, and the Arcade Cabinet by BoltGSR - Rated T

This is a story about the comforts of old pastimes, the ways atonement can warp into self-loathing, and the fear of reconnection. But it's mostly a story about Genji getting dunked on by D.Va so hard he drags Zenyatta across the entire globe trying to prove he's not owned.

Look who came for lunch. by takumiraine - Rated T

There is a fable about two dragon brothers. They get into a fight over a mortal and bring great harm to themselves and the towns around them. Ashamed or injured, they flee their home and have not been heard from since.

Zenyatta manages to find someone, or someTHING that reminds him of that fable.

Though it is in the same verse as the rest of 'The Dinner Series' it can be read alone with no issues

Though the Mountain is Tall by Moonsheen - Rated G

Genji adjusts to life in Nepal. Genji adjusts to Tekhartha Zenyatta.

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Moira/Mercy

Antipode by Mogatrat - Rated E

Angela Ziegler joins Overwatch without a second thought, fueled by her desire to help people in need. She isn't expecting her new colleague, Dr. Moira O'Deorain, to challenge her and wear her down. Especially when catastrophe strikes.

On Losing a Reputation by CyborgShepard - Rated E

Everything in Moira’s life has a place, and she makes sure that in order to keep herself sane the facets of her life don’t bleed into one another. But she’s here, at her best friend’s boozy house party, with the suddenly not-so-taboo person that Moira’s entire life seems to circumnavigate.

Third Kind by Flosscandies - Rated E

Angela and Moira have met many different times, but one of their meetings changed their views on each other.

To be at odds by CountDraluka - Rated T

Angela has her first kiss at the age of 23.

Silver Suits The Devil by CountDraluka - Rated M

“To be burdened with a love spell… I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy, sorceress. But I’m not a miracle worker, or a charitable person, nor do I attempt to be either”, she says, and her words come out kinder than intended. She tells herself it is to soften the disappointment. Perhaps there is a part deep inside her, a part chained to dungeon walls along the row of all her repressed urges and desires, that is relieved to be finally accused of all the crimes she worked so hard to commit. Witch of the Wilds - the title suits her.

Heart of Oasis by Ludlovescake - Rated T

"That’s how she found herself in Oasis, that’s why she was at the conference and that was why she was now looking into the eyes of a woman she had thought she might never meet again. Moira O’Deorain. " Angela is attending a medical conference in Oasis and runs into an old rival. Talon interrupts.

Epistolary by anna_thema - Not Rated

After everything that went wrong with Overwatch, Moira and Angela are drawn together across the world.

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Junkrat/Roadhog

Gaining Experience by ArmsShanks - Rated T

Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Cumulative by FormlessVoidbeast - Rated M

For the first few days, Roadhog enjoyed the increasing quiet from Junkrat. The loss of energy, of appetite, the way Junkrat's patchy hair was falling out in chunks - it all should have clued Roadhog in. He should have realized sooner that something was very wrong.

A Phantom Pain in the Ass by PomegranatePomsom - Rated T

Junkrat gets some pains. Junkrat gets some help.

Just Trust In Me by Krasimer - Rated T

Mako kept his eyes closed, his arms propped up on the sides of the tub as he allowed his body to relax in the water. From Junkrat, he could hear a small splashing noise as the man tested the water with a few of his fingers, probably flicking them through the surface quickly. When he felt the surface ripple, he smirked. "If you're going to get in, you need to remove your prosthetics." The pause made the air itself go still as Junkrat considered it.

Burning The Wick At Both Ends by PrettyQueerDear - Rated T

Roadhog needed to look tough not just for his reputation, but for his partner's safety. That was hard to do when Junkrat kept trying to make him laugh and show his soft side. Or the one where everyone asks "Why hasn't Roadhog killed Junkrat?" because they can't see that the trash boys are in love.

In Which Junkrat Fucks up his Prosthetic for the Hundredth Time by Hirose - Rated T

…and Roadhog carries him home.

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Junkerqueen-Centric

Wrecking Ball's Reckoning by TrashFr0g - Rated T

The Queen of Junkertown is tasked with dealing with a rat. A 'big' rat. It puts up a better fight than she thought it would.

And the Queen That Was One by TrashFr0g - Rated G

Junkertown had no stars in it's sky, but that didn't mean it couldn't have any inside it.

Are You Smarter Than a Hamster? by TrashFr0g - Rated G

The Queen of Junkertown was unlike any other human Hammond knew before. She was a fighter, strong, tough, and fierce… and she wasn't smart. For some reason that detail seemed to bother him more than it bothered her.

#veryace asks #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #zenyatta #roadhog #mako rutledge #junkrat #jamison fawkes #junker queen #wrecking ball #hammond #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

[belit0]

Ayyy i finally figured out how to send a request! I love your writings so MUCH! Finally one good writer who loves Indra as much as I do! Please never stop writing you got a talent!♡♡

Foe the request...Can I request Indra falling in love with a foreign princess who he meets during his travels? Or another place..?(I leave it up to you hehehe!)

THANKS BEFOREHAND ANS ALL HAIL LORD AND SAVIOR INDRA 🙏

Thank you so much for the support 😭😭💕💕 it means the world to me!! This blog is a sanctuary for our man, so of course I had to do your beautiful request!!

It got unexpectedly angsty at the end, so there's that lol. I can make a pt 2 if you would like, just lemme know!🤗💫

Again, thank you for trusting me, and I really hope you like it :)

TW: none Pairing: Otsutsuki Indra / reader SFW

What else could have Indra done apart from running away after losing to Ashura? Not only was his life in danger by staying nearby, but also his ego.

He decided it would be wise to stay away for a while, rebuild his strategy, perhaps even add people to his cause, and then return to the attack. His home would remain where he left it, ruled unjustly by his younger brother.

Setting out on the road was the easy part, gathering just enough belongings and commanding an unknown route. The hard part was convincing himself this was the right thing to do. He fought fiercely with his own impulses to refrain from returning to battle after being defeated, having to think with a cool head and not through his anger or resentment.

Walking freely without feeling watched or pursued was the most rewarding part, once away from the lands he had once considered his own. He had to move cautiously and carefully in the immediacy of his former place, knowing Ashura was probably looking for him, wanting to negotiate some sort of peace between the two of them.

That would not happen.

This new sense of security brought with it the possibility of enjoying things he had lost track of. Walking in the winter sun, eating a bowl of hot soup sitting in the warmth of a local food stall, feeling the rain fall against his face.

Unwittingly, in all the years leading up to the culmination of the conflict with his brother, he had built up a tough, impenetrable image of himself. He stopped feeling like a normal person, no longer rejoicing in the simple pleasures of life, but forging an iron shell around himself.

Training, study, practice. The only three things he lived by for too long. Losing that confrontation and having to flee, he admitted to himself ruefully, somehow allowed him to behave like a regular individual again, and not as an untouchable being.

Finding his journey to be longer and longer, he was experiencing different places and things, interacting only enough so as not to be recognized. He had no idea how far-reaching his family conflict might have been, but he preferred not to find out.

He walked countless routes and places, saw things he never thought possible, and began to understand perhaps there was something beyond all his pain and suffering, beyond his anger. The hatred became smaller inside him, and that malicious dark voice constantly whispering terrible things in his ear, disappeared.

Eventually, the money he had initially taken from home became scarce. He could no longer afford to use it indiscriminately and found himself in the position of needing to work to keep a hot plate of food before him.

Thus, he began to gain experience in simple things which allowed him access to basic necessities. Plowing an old man's field in exchange for a hot shower, helping to shear sheep for some good noodles, and drawing water from a well for a woman in return for a fresh change of clothes.

He took a taste for a life of toil, seeing how his hard work got him things, and entirely forgot about the cradle of power and royalty into which he had been born.

In this fashion, he arrived at an opulent palace, just as holes were emerging in his pants as a result of his hard work. He would surveyed the area before even considering venturing to knock on the door, squatting in the undergrowth of the garden, shouldering a sack with the belongings he still kept.

Right in the middle of his analysis, totally absorbed by ideas that crossed his mind about what services he could offer to the residents of the place, a feminine voice spoke happily behind him.

"It's a nice place, isn't it? Don't even think about trying to rob it, it's heavily guarded."

Surprised at how the girl managed to outwit his personal high guard, he took a moment to look at her and decide if she was a threat.

"I'm not contemplating theft, ma'am. I intend to trade services for personal goods."

"Pretty good vocabulary you've got there! You don't seem to be a simple country bumpkin. Where are you from, where are you going and what are you looking for?"

"Those might be lots of questions, ma'am."

"Perhaps they are. Come, let's go."

The young woman guided him into the palace, where he discovered she was the princess of the land. Her father agreed to provide duties for him, offering a long-term contract and a stay at the manor. He would work, eat and live on the premises, where he was provided with his own hut and privacy.

As time went on, he learned the girl's name was (Y/N), and she had a wonderful personality. Unlike many of the royalty he had met in his past, hell, including himself! (Y/N) broke all the rules.

She was rarely seen following diplomatic protocol, slipping away and preferring to interact more with the employees than with her own family. The two began to spend time together, only because she would show up to keep him company while he went about his daily chores.

She would bring him refreshing drinks on sunny days, and make him hot tea on chilly nights. She managed to convince her father to spare him from working on rainy days, to which Indra flatly refused. Unable to accept the special treatment, it was (Y/N) who cured his cold when he became terribly ill.

Even so, throughout his entire experience, Indra refused to lose his physical abilities, always finding time to keep up with exercise in spite of his work. If he couldn’t train, it felt like losing himself in a different life, and he had no way of coping without having physical relief. He needed to feel soreness in his muscles, pain after long afternoons of moving around. Still, (Y/N) became a great companion in his leisure time, watching him practice his moves and techniques, even asking him to teach her some of them.

The legend of his cursed eyes, though he learned over time and from people who like to spread rumors, became a popular story. The monster with long brown hair and red eyes who tried to mercilessly murder his poor younger brother. The poor younger brother who refused to believe his older brother was evil, and continues to search for him to this day.

It became a bedtime tale mothers would use to put their children to sleep, recounting the words "If you don't go to sleep early, the red-eyed beast will come for you!” It became the warnings parents would give their daughters before letting them go out alone, "Walk in places with people and lots of light, the red-eyed man is out there".

He would hear these incorrect stories everywhere, even leaking into the palace. (Y/N)'s father increased security, fearing the tyrant would come through the gates and destroy his family.

Indra became much more careful with himself, what he said, or how he acted since any false step could push him through endless misfortunes, losing everything he had worked to achieve.

The one who always managed to catch him red-handed, however, was her. At some point, he started to feel a certain discomfort in his chest every time they saw each other. His heart raced and his thoughts wandered to the beauty of her face, her perfect figure, her flowing tresses.

Soon, it became all he could think about, and it seemed to be a reciprocated feeling. (Y/N) started to prove herself closer to him, taking advantage of any excuse for caressing him or getting closer to him. Every training session he allowed her to observe was a way for her to end up entangled in his arms, a closeness that was unfamiliar and adrenalin-inducing for Indra.

He had never considered any woman in this way, never thought he could entertain romantic ideas. His vision of womanhood was only through retrograde thinking, a vessel he would use to carry his future generations once he became the leader of his clan.

This was completely different, (Y/N) turned him upside down, caused him to get tongue-tied, made him feel physically weird and emotionally a mess. She seemed to carry him with ease, as if it wasn't her first time in the ring, having had experience in flirtation.

Without even thinking about it, he let himself go. New experiences also applied to personal situations, things he never thought he would encounter.

But all good things come to an end.

Everything was a wonderful rosy color until the worst happened. Indra allowed himself to let his guard down around her, to relax completely, and once the rumors about him disappeared from immediacy, he indulged in training as he needed to.

Using his Sharingan to its fullest, even unleashing the Mangekyōu, he drifted into his personal session. He trusted (Y/N) was entertaining a family lunch, royalty gathering from all places in her house, princess duties.

He would always conduct his training away from the perimeters of the palace, fearing that its intensity might alert his patrons. But (Y/N) knows the location, and Indra should know by now how hard it is for her to keep up with her political agenda.

She has never seen him use his strength 100%, getting caught up in the moment and practicing even his most difficult techniques. She always observed him in his more physical, simpler movements. Indra didn't plan on teaching any of his true potential, but it seems he didn't have a choice.

At the precise moment when his black flames of Amaterasu self-consume by his own volition, (Y/N) watches him closely. She can see his demonic red eyes burning, with an intricate pattern in his pupil. Indra looks calm, sitting before the fire and spreading it at different distances to extinguish it the next moment.

He does not seem to have noticed her presence, until she tries to move away from a scene unlike anything she expected to see, stumbling over her own feet and falling to the ground. A small shriek of panic escapes her lips as she falls, watching in disbelief as Indra turns to look at her with blood-colored eyes.

"(Y/N)...?"

He asks in a small voice, unbecoming of the man in front of her. It sounds like a small child being caught playing with something he shouldn't.

Before he can react, (Y/N) gets up and flees as fast as her speed allows, running the path she knows like the back of her hand to the immediacy and safety of her home.

It can't be him, it can't have been him all this time.

The monster is here, has been here all along, and sadly, she is infatuated with him.

#naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #indra #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios #indra imagines #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra x reader #otsutsuki indra x reader #uchiha clan

[queentheweeb]

Aizawa X Pro Hero Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: This is a request and your quirk is chakra meaning you can power up based on the amount of energy you have

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You were dancing in your apartment enjoying your day off from hero work. Ever since the symbol of peace had to forcibly retire crime rates had begun to go on the rise as well as the League of Villains has become an even bigger threat now. You had extra patrol, extra paperwork, and, also bigger and harder villains to deal with. It was always the ones you least expect to cause the most problems. Just the day before you were on your usual route when you heard a ruckus and, it was a purse snatcher. You thought it will be quick and easy to apprehend the guy but, no he had to have a mutant-like quirk that let out tentacles from his mouth. You were slammed against the walls of buildings and the ground bruising your whole body- nothing you couldn't handle-. Exactly five minutes later the thief was knocked out, and in custody, and you gave the purse back to the lady who was thanking you profusely. Long story short you were still nursing the bruises praying that your boyfriend Zawa would not freak out if he finds out. "He said he was going to come over later so, maybe I should cook?" The thing is you had to go outside for that but, wanted company. So you called Hizashi since he was off too. In half an hour you were outside your home waiting for Hizashi

"Y/N WHAT'S CRACKIN' LACKIN' BAAABYYYY" You turned at the exuberant voice that came from no other than your favorite resident DJ. He was dressed in casual clothing, a white shirt with a floral button down open, his glasses and hair in a low bun with a pair of black jeans. Overall he looked nice and blended in with the general public.

"Thanks for coming with me on such short notice. I wanted to make some dinner for Zawa so maybe you can help me choose?" He nodded and the serene atmosphere was broken by his chatter. It was wanted though and, his talking a lot was how he soothes his nerves and, keeps his ADHD in check. Very few people knew he was diagnosed with ADHD but, then again it was no one's business his own personal life let alone his health. The two of you made it to the supermarket choosing to make homemade ramen by buying the noodles, sauces, veggies, eggs, and whatever else you need for yourself. It was when you bent down to reach for something at the bottom shelf that Hizashi's chatter came to an abrupt stop. Curious you looked around to see if there was any danger before your eyes honed in on Hizashi "What happened Hizashi? Saw someone or something suspicious?" Yes, it was your day off but law-breakers and villains never had one. 

"Who did it?" He wasn't looking at you, he was looking down at your torso and lower region. Shit. You 100% forgot that he and Aizawa were best friends and he was getting the wrong idea. The bruises were in odd places you'll say BUT you had more...maybe not tell him that.

"W-what are you talking a-about?" So much for trying to play it cool so he doesn't flip his shit. You weren't sure who was more a force to be reckoned with. A pissed Hizashi or a pissed Shouta. You thought about it and they both were scary in their own right when angry.

"I saw them just now, Who. Did. It" He was in your face now his eyes swirling with concern and rage. It was a weird mixture to see from him

"I got attacked by a villain. It's fine. Shall we continue shopping?" You knew you weren't helping your case nor were you going to help Shouta when Hizashi told him. Well, Shouta was a bit more logical so he will fume but ask questions first. Hizashi was more of a react now and ask questions later kind of guy. Hizashi said nothing else but, you felt him staring at you. Every time you turned to ask him or tell him something he was nose-deep in the phone. That was fine though to you. It was getting late and, you wanted to get home and have dinner ready for when Shouta was ready. It was about 40 minutes before you got home with Hizashi taking you all the way and not leaving until you confirmed you were alone in your apartment. It was weird of him but, understandable since this wasn't the first time that he made sure you were home safe and sound and alone in your own home. Too many people get home alone and something happens. Not thinking too much of it, you decided to clean and start cooking. The food was done in about 45 minutes so you got in the shower. Once you were done you wore some shorts and a shirt to be in the house when your doorbell rang. Odd, Shouta wasn't expected to come until much later. Curious you went to the door and were shaken to see that it was Shouta! He had come over early! Now you were glad you had cooked first and showered afterward. "Zawa!" He grunted returning the hug 

"Come on in! I have food ready for you!" He did locking the door and headed straight for the bathroom dropping his capture weapon and sweater on the couch. He came out and sat down on the couch but something was off. He always watched you but, he was watching you more than usual. You couldn't figure it out until you looked down at yourself and saw that YOUR BRUISES WERE ON FULL DISPLAY. You almost chuckled but, didn't considering he would not be finding this funny. You slowly made your way to the sofa handing him his plate and setting yours down on the side table. He still hasn't broken eye contact and just as you thought you wouldn't be able to handle it anymore he spoke

"Tell me what happened before I kill someone." You jumped surprised he went straight to murder and then you thought about the situation and, figured you would be the same way in his shoes.

"Okay, I know the bruises placements are...odd but I swear he didn't do NOTHING like that. I got tossed around like a rag doll but I got him back with the same energy and so he's in custody and I'm home with my wonderful boyfriend." You looked at him hoping he wouldn't explode. He took a deep breath before getting up and going to the bathroom. He came right back out with the first aid and with no prompting you took off your shorts and top to give him full access. He sucked in a breath but said nothing as he carefully cleaned, put ointment, and bandaged the sensitive skin. It was a nice and intimate moment between the two of you. Once he was done he set the first aid kit back and sat down on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"I don't want your food to go to waste." He said nothing using his free hands to grab his bowl to eat. You did the same thing knowing it would be pointless to move from your spot. Not that you wanted to anyway.

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What are your thoughts?

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #quirks #quotev #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #aizawa shouta #bnha shouta aizawa #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #aizawa x gender neutral reader #fluff #one shot #romance

[outoutdamnspark]

I HEARD OMEGAVERSE AND I MUST HEAR YOUR HEADCANONS OR WHATEVER YOU HAVE ABOUT IT!

Aaaa it’s one of my favorite tropes, and I just get stupid excited with anything about it, and to hear one of my favorite writers does too aaaaaaa

- noodle

*ascends*

Dude, I fucking love omegaverse!!! I have an in-progress fic with platonic a/b/o, featuring dad!Warden Ingo if you want some world building in action, but please allow me to regale you with my personal headcanons!

(I had to split this up into pieces because it was getting kind of long, so I'm gonna keep the first few entries SFW and probably do a separate thing for any NSFW~)

and shgkjhdsjhg bro, buddy, honey, what do you mean one of your favorite writers?!! 😭 no you!!

(cw: one brief mention of children. SFW)

Part 1: Biology

Ω I don't personally like writing anything that portrays all alphas as aggressive assholes that can't take no for an answer. Likewise, I don't like writing when omegas are portrayed as helpless or incapable of making their own decisions - in any situation but especially when in heat. (It's a writing preference, is all.) I also don't particularly like versions of omegaverse where omegas are treated like second class citizens, some kind of rare commodity, or just outright property. All three secondary genders are equally prevalent in the world, all are treated equally (minus the usual shitty people, of course), and accommodations for each are the norm.

Ω Betas have heightened senses just like omegas and alphas, but they aren't nearly as affected. It's a bit of a misconception that betas can't smell an omega's heat or sense an alpha's rut - they can, their instincts just don't react the same way as the other two secondary genders might. This is so, in the event of an emergency or someone else's instincts going haywire, there's a reliably neutral and calming option for an alpha or an omega to seek aid from. Generally, betas have a pretty even disposition and often take on roles of protection or peace-keeping - or things like daycare and social work.

Ω In my head, secondary genders are actually a residual biological trait - leftover from previous generations that dealt with harsher conditions and fewer resources dwindling the populations. (Probably in places like Hisui, I'd imagine.) Back then, the secondary genders would insure there were always at least a handful of members in a community that could potentially produce new offspring; adolescents would present as a specific secondary gender relative to their environment. (Like those frogs that can switch between male and female depending on the population. ...Kinda.) Too many betas and not enough "breeding pairs"? Boom. Half a generation winds up presenting as omegas. Food scarce and you need stronger (and more "disposable") members to go forage and hunt in potentially dangerous areas far away from the rest of the group? Oops! All alphas! Nowadays, with modern cities and different pack/community dynamics, it's honestly just a roll of the dice as to what you present as. Genetics can play a part in it, as well as environment still, but since it's residual now, there's no longer a set pattern.

Ω (Brief mention of babies and pregnancy.) No mpreg unless we're counting trans individuals - simply because "traditional" mpreg in general has always made me a little uncomfortable, and also... how??? do I even begin to make that work here? I choose not to try. Anyway. Basically, if you have the right parts and they function normally, then you can have pups. Yes, alphas are more likely to get somebody else pregnant, and omegas are more likely to get pregnant (especially during ruts/heats), but it still varies from person to person for the most part. Any gender can get any other gender pregnant, any gender can be pregnant, and any primary gender can present as any secondary gender. The possibilities are endless!

💥💥💥

Next up! Heat/Rut Cycles (SFW)

#smallestapplin #noodle anon #spark writes #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #the next part is already typed up so stay tuned~

[blue-kyber]

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords . My words are fear, fail, fall, and fix. Excellent use of alliteration.

From my sci-fi/fantasy novel-in-edits, "Out There: The 1K."

Fear:

He recalled the dream of the frozen lake he always had, the pure fear of knowing he was dying, of feeling it get harder and harder to breathe, and screaming in his mind for Terra. He could hear her crying out for him. He remembered praying it would stop for both of them…

 … And then something strange happened.

A force he had never encountered before - strong, powerful, and resolute - showed up out of nowhere glowing with salvation. He’d begged it for help.

Fail:

Will’s eyes flicked from Yune's outstretched hand to his face. 

“What’s the matter, kid? It’s just a hand, not a prak. It’s not gonna bite you.”

Even though he had never heard of a prak, the usage of the word indicated a dangerous animal with teeth - like a shark. 

It might as well be a shark to Will. 

Kindness rarely came from hands. 

Hands meant forced compliance. Hands meant restraint, rough grips, experiments, and pain. Hands ripped him and Terra apart, controlled him and punished him when he screwed up, failed, or rebelled - no matter how hard he tried. 

Hands did bite.

Fall:

All the shields he'd built to protect himself crumbled. Within this moment, she could tell he'd dropped all facades of bravado, sass, social expectations, toughness, and humor. None of that mattered. He was a living being experiencing something he didn’t understand and couldn’t control, and it terrified him. “Let go, Yune.”

He swallowed hard, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” As she had done for others, she would guide him through his first Fall. 

Falling wasn’t painful - in fact, it removed all pain, offering peace at the moment of acceptance. It was the act of fighting against the process that caused pain. Yet fighting it was an instinctive survival reaction of the mind believing death of the body followed.

She never knew a soul who didn’t shed at least one tear entering a severe Fall; including herself. A hardened warrior, a tough mother, a soft healer, or sensitive child - no one, no matter how brave or stoic, no matter how old or young - was immune to the effects of Falling. 

It was a universally disorienting experience.

Fix:

Silenced, Will slammed the spoon against the plate, scattering noodles across the coffee table. He stormed out of the living room, and thundered up the stairs. The sound of his bedroom door slamming against its frame echoed down to the two adults. 

Molly sighed as she cleaned up the mess, “You didn’t need to crush his dreams like that.”

“We have to fix our problems here on the ground before we go looking for problems out there,” Charlie’s face softened, “He needs to understand that. If we can’t fix ourselves, we can’t go anywhere.”

She uttered softly, knowing full well she was treading on emotional hot coals, “It’s been three years. When are you going to let this go?”

“Hughes is an idiot if he thinks we’re ready for this. He doesn’t see the big picture. He never did,” Charlie dropped the paper onto the round side table - signaling the end of the conversation - picked up the remote, and changed the channel to a football game. 

Molly picked up her son’s half-finished dinner, “Maybe letting him dream is how we fix ourselves.” She covered his plate in plastic wrap and stuck it in the refrigerator. Her son could down twice this much food in one sitting. He would be hungry soon.

Tagging @nora-theteawriter @kirsten-is-writingsten @writeouswriter @runningoutofbooks @athenawrites @kjscottwrites @muddshadow @midnight-and-his-melodiverse and I'm going to be brave and possibly stupid and tag @neil-gaiman to play writing games in the sandbox with us lowly plebs.

YOUR WORDS ARE..... spite, contagious, euphoric, and instrumental.

Have fun! ^_^

Anyone else who wants to play, you're welcome to join in!

#writing #writeblr #out there the 1k #writing games #Putting bits in a different format helps you see issues you missed before.

[thedilucharem]

What the Hell is Ushi? (Long Post)

This is inspired by the new event and raised some questions with me concerning gameplay mechanics and official lore.

There are also minor spoilers for 2.7 below. Read at your own risk.

In Wanmin Restaurant . . .

Childe: So, hypothetically speaking, my narwhal is something that I can potentially communicate with?

Itto: (through a mouthful of noodles) That's like sayin' Beidou's serpents are alive because they can move. Does that make 'em alive? No!

Childe: (grumbles) Well, that doesn't make any sense. (turns to Diluc) If your summoned creature isn't alive, how does your burst work then?

Diluc: Huh. (contemplatively) I simply see my burst as an extension of my will, so I point it in the direction I want it to go and the things I want it to do and it does so. (pinches the bridge of his nose) . . . why are we talking about this again?

Itto: Zhongli and Ushi went out for some tea or something and Childe thinks that his whale can do the same, which it can't!

Childe: (inhales) Comrade, look. We both summon our respective familiars! That, in itself, is a critical similarity that you can't deny!

Itto: No, no, no! What you're talking about isn't how it works at all! I met Ushi first and then he stayed with me. Your 'whale-thing' or whatever's completely different!

Childe: (points a chopstick in Itto's direction) Then explain the whale song, comrade! If it wasn't alive, then how could it sing?

Diluc: (finishing a dumpling) (evenly) Well, just because the . . . beings summoned with a Vision show some signs of being alive doesn't mean that they are alive, let alone able to communicate with the user.

Beidou: (shrugs as she eats from a bowl of rice) Well, one of mine did try to bite me once, but then I simply willed them out of existence.

Itto: Well, there you have it! (puts his arms behind the back of his head) Besides, I think the Arataki Gang's auxiliary member is a whole lot better than a giant whale anyway.

Diluc: (sighs as he waves Xiangling over) Is it possible to get a pot of tea for us? We might be here for a while.

Beidou: (finishes her rice) Yeah, and can you also grab some more of that new stew you've got? It's awesome.

Xiangling: (cheerfully) Of course! It'll all be ready in about fifteen minutes! (rushes back into the kitchen)

Childe: (actually worked up) . . . no, no that can't make any sense!

Itto: (huffs as he finishes the last of his dumplings) Well of course it does! Ushi's a living thing and your whale isn't, end of story!

Childe: Aha! (suddenly stands up with a dangerous glint in his eye) Ushi obviously isn't alive!

Itto: (dumbfounded) What?!?

Childe: (almost fanatically) If Ushi was alive, then he wouldn't bamf away, and only summoned creatures can do that! (excitedly slams his hand on the table) Therefore, anyone who can summon a creature should be able to talk to them and others can too!

Itto: (pauses for a second) (shoots up out of his seat and points at him) Now hold on! Ushi isn't a summoned creature at all!

Childe: Well if he isn't, then what is he?

Itto: (crosses his arms and says confidently) An exorcist, obviously!

The entire restaurant goes dead silent.

Diluc: (facepalms)

Beidou: (desperately trying not to choke on laughter)

Childe: (deflates and slides back into his seat in disbelief)

Itto: (looks around the table) (loudly) What? You got a problem with that or something? Huh? Well, speak up if you do! (plops back down into his seat) Hmph!

The restaurant becomes more dead than silent.

Xiangling: (carefully puts the orders on the table)

Diluc: (slides a bag with a handful of mora in it) (mutters) Keep the change.

Xiangling: (nods in thanks and quietly leaves)

Childe: (to Itto) Comrade?

Itto: (gruffly) Yeah?

Childe: (tiredly) You're right. Ushi is definitely a living being.

Itto: . . . now it just sounds like you're giving up-

Beidou: (puts her hands up in peace) Now, now, we can ask the beefcake ourselves once he comes back. (starts eating her rice and stew)

Childe & Itto: (begins to attempt to speak)

Beidou: (hums loudly and appreciatively) Mmm. This is the good shit. (gestures to them) Eat.

Itto: (smells the rich scents and takes a deep breath) Sure, sure. Yeah. (preps a bowl for Childe without looking at him) Here.

Childe: (gratefully) Thanks.

The restaurant is revived of life and restored to its former vitality.

Diluc: (pours tea for the others) This tea pairs well with the stew.

Beidou: (takes a sip) Oh yeah, it really does! (teasing) Zhongli's rubbing off on you, huh?

Diluc: (smiles lightly) It can't be helped that I picked a couple of things up.

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Meanwhile, at Yuehai Pavilion, Zhongli and Ushi are currently sitting at a table with some tea, the bull in question on top of a comfortable pillow.

Zhongli: So I understand that you've seen a thing or two in your longevity and experience as an exorcist.

Ushi: Moo.

Zhongli: (nods) Oh, absolutely. The Arataki Gang is a lively bunch indeed, especially when you have such a critical role within it.

Ushi: Moo, moo.

Zhongli: (raises his eyebrows) Really now? If you don't mind me asking further-

Ushi: Moo!

Zhongli: (assuredly) Of course, of course. If you would like, I will even sign a contract with you ensuring the mutual agreement of my silence concerning these matters.

Ushi: Moo . . .

Zhongli: (solemnly) As the saying goes, 'my lips are sealed'.

Ushi: (nods) . . . moo?

Zhongli: Why yes, I also feel the distinct sensation that someone somewhere is talking about me. However, I do not feel the need to act upon it as it is likely only in passing.

Ushi: Moo, moo. Moo.

Zhongli: As you should, Ushi. As you should. Now, back to the topic at hand concerning particular encounters with ghosts . . .

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The instant that Ushi showed signs of intelligence and sentience, my mind practically dragged me to the blank post before the Genshin Impact Wiki. So of course, I wrote something about it injected with an unhealthy dose of my own brand of crack as you do with these sort of things.

Yes, Ushi's dialogue is comprised entirely out of 'moo' like Hoyoverse intended and they are absolutely up to your own interpretation. Also, Zhongli can totally understand him as he's a long-lived former Archon and because, quite frankly, I said so.

#long post #childe #arataki itto #diluc #beidou #xiangling #zhongli #ushi #wanmin restaurant #yuehai pavilion #liyue harbor #liyue #diluc harem au

[ah-death]

I've decided to make an OC for fallout 3. Her name is Edalynn.

Eda and Butch are menaces to society pt 1

Gob: Is that everything Eda?

Edalynn: Yep! Oh wait, do you want this?

*Eda takes out the mini nuke and smacks it on the table*

Gob, freaking the hell out: WHERE'D YA GET THAT!?

Edalynn:... Around?

Edalynn: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Butch: It's not a joke, I'm a legit snack!

Gob: I’m glad Charon feels safe enough to sleep around us. He looks peaceful.

Eda: *uncapping a black marker* And vulnerable.

Eda: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter and Gob will accidentally cut his poor little hands on your stupidity. Please take my word on this.

Nova: What did you do?

Edalynn: A MISTAKE

Edalynn: *Stubs her toe* FUCK!

Gob: Mind your language!

Edalynn: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Gob:

Butch: You really have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes Gob.

Edalynn: It's a little muggy out today.

Gob: Edalynn, if I go outside and all our mugs are on the lawn, I'm leavin' you.

Edalynn, sweating: *Sips Nuka-Quantum from a bowl*

Gob, tying up their riding brahmin: Can you get us a table love?

Edalynn: Sure thing!

*Seconds Later, Running Out of Rivet City with a table*

Edalynn: UNTIE...THE BRAHMIN!

*Edalynn and Butch are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Edalynn: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Butch, enthusiastically: Well that's encouraging!

Butch: You're right.

Edalynn: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Gob: Where are you going?

Edalynn: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.

Butch: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nova: Wasn't Eda with you?

Edalynn: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Edalynn: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Butch: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Charon: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Edalynn: Bye Gob! Bye Charon! Bye Fawkes! Bye Jericho! Bye Gob!

Butch: You said ‘bye Gob’ twice.

Edalynn: I like Gob.

Butch: When Emma gets older, I'll teach her about sports and stuff and you guys are in charge of her emotional crap. We agreed that's how we'd raise our kids.

Gob: Our kids? Butch, I'm married to Edalynn.

Butch: Sorry man, package deal.

Gob, looking to Eda:

Eda, shrugging: Can't get rid of him. I've tried.

Butch: Is Charon his real name?

Edalynn: He’s older than us.

Butch: That’s not what I asked.

Edalynn: That’s the information I have.

Butch: You're late. We said meet at sunset

Edalynn: I can still see the sun, you fucking midget

Nova: *Sneezes*

Edalynn: Oh, bless you.

Gob: *Sneezes*

Edalynn: Oh no Gob are you sick?! Here let me get you a blanket. Do you want some brahmin noodle soup?

Butch: *Sneezes*

Edalynn:

Oh my God, shut the fuck up.

Butch: Eda makes fun of me for my height.

Gob: Eda makes fun of everyone for their height.

Nova: you can't even be mad. She's 7ft tall.

Some Raider, trying to intimidate Charon: I have your little vault dweller!

Charon: Which one, the greaser or the one I actually care about?

Raider:…the tall one that doesn’t have any self preservation instincts???

Charon: Yeah, you don’t have her, she has you. Good luck with that.

Charon: um I have a joke to cheer you up.

Butch: You, a joke?

Charon, hesitant: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good.

Butch:

Charon: Butch?

Butch, screaming: CHARON JUST TOLD A JOKE!

Edalynn, somewhere millions of miles away: OH MY FUCKING GOD

*Butch killing raiders*

Edalynn: I can't believe that's the same guy who cried when he got jelly on his fancy pants

Amata: *nodding, impressed*

Edalynn, talking about Butch to Gob and Nova: He listens to The Adventures of Herbert Dashwood on the radio even though he owns all of the holotapes.

Edalynn: Pointing this out confuses and upsets him.

Edalynn: Butch, we tried things your way.

Butch: No we didn't.

Edalynn: I did. In my head. It didn't work.

Edalynn: Write "nothing is set in stone" on my grave as both a witty pun and a subtle warning that I will be back

Butch: Once again, Butch and Edalynn save the day.

Charon: You didn’t do anything, it was all Eda.

Butch: We’re a package deal. Everyone knows that.

#fallout 3 incorrect quotes #fallout gob #fallout 3 #fallout 3 butch #fallout 3 charon #fallout lone wanderer #oc #fallout Nova